Chapter Twenty
He sat there, his fingers tapping out a steady beat on the metal table, a sure sign he was nervous. His foot tapped against the tiled floor, off beat with his fingers. His eyes shifted from Grissom to Brass and back again. The stodgy old lawyer sitting beside him sent him a sharp look that told the nervous young man to cut it out. He didn't.
"Now are you going to tell us where Lilly is or not Mister Kennedy?" Brass asked sitting on the edge of the table.
"I told you, I don't know anybody named Lilly." Scott Kennedy replied, his fingers pausing in mid-tap.
"Well it says here that you and Lilly Carter had almost IDENTICAL class schedules at Harvard." Brass said glancing down at the file in his hands, "Now, do you want to try and answer that question again?"
"My client doesn't have to answer any of the questions you ask him," the lawyer said in a bored tone, "you don't have a warrant so we don't have to answer you."
"Oh we'll get a warrant." Brass said glaring at the lawyer, "because we have evidence that states that your client was the person who abducted Miss Carter."
"Oh really?" the lawyer asked sarcastically, "A college class schedule proves NOTHING."
"We'll make it prove something." Brass said.
"Come on Mr. Kennedy, we're leaving." The lawyer stood and Scott Kennedy followed him. As he walked past Grissom, who had remained silent for the entire interrogation, Scott smirked as if to invoke a challenge. Grissom glared after him as the two men exited the room.
"He knows something." Grissom said when it was just he and Brass in the room.
"I agree." Brass said, "But he won't talk until we get a warrant, and I'm not so sure a judge will issue one yet."
"Well we'll just have to dig up some more information that will get us a warrant." Grissom said with grim determination.
~*~*~
"Hey Grissom," Gil paused and waited for Catherine to catch up with him.
"Yes?" he asked as the blonde stopped beside him.
"I brought up Scott Kennedy's school records and stuff and it said that he was in pre-med at NYU before he transferred to Harvard."
"I know that." Grissom replied.
"Yes, but did you know that while he was doing his internship for NYU, he was expelled on sexual harassment charges?"
"Why didn't this show up on his record?" Grissom asked taking the folder from Catherine so that he could study it closer.
"The school wanted to keep it hush, hush," Catherine replied, "So they paid off the nurse so that she wouldn't press charges, expelled Scott and slapped him with a thousand dollar fine, something that NO medical student can pay..."
"Unless mommy and daddy are rich." Grissom finished.
"Exactly," Catherine said reaching over to flip a sheet in the file, "Clay Kennedy is one of the top leading brain surgeons in America, and Maria Livingston-Kennedy is the top professor in medicine at NYU."
"So his parents bail him out of trouble, and pay for him to transfer to Harvard in the middle of the school year so that he won't tarnish their name." Grissom said as the pieces started to fall together in his head.
"Exactly," Catherine replied, "That's where he meets Lilly who is taking one class with him. They get partnered for a project, then the next year Scott is in every single one of her classes, even though, they aren't going for the same degrees. Then get this, a couple weeks into the new year Lilly's roommate reports a peeping tom at their window."
"So he's been stalking her since college?"
"It appears that way."
"I think this is enough for Brass to get a warrant."
~*~*~
"Why must we go through this again?" Scott Kennedy asked as a police officer led him into the interrogation room, his hands handcuffed behind him.
"Because we have reason to believe that you've been stalking Lilly since your junior year at Harvard." Brass said getting up in Scott's face, "Now, what do you have to say to that?"
"That it's bull." Scott replied calmly. He glanced around the room, his eyes catching Grissom's, then he turned back to Brass; "I want my lawyer." He said, his eyes on fire.
"Only guilty men want lawyers Mister Kennedy," Brass said, "and according to you, you're innocent."
"I want my lawyer." Scott replied fiercely.
"Now there's no need to be rude Mr. Kennedy," Brass sarcastically replied before turning to the officer, "Let Mr. Kennedy's lawyer in." The police officer nodded and left the room to fetch the lawyer that was waiting nearby.
"Mr. Kennedy," Grissom said once the suspect's lawyer was seated beside him, "would you care to explain your explosion from New York University?"
"I bumped into the dumb nurse and she cried sexual harassment." Scott replied leaning back in his seat trying to appear nonchalant.
"Well what about the fact that you and Lilly had the EXACT same classes?" Grissom tried again.
"What does a class schedule prove?" Scott asked in reply.
"You have nothing on my client other than silly allegations made by a nurse and the coincidence of two class schedules matching." The lawyer broke in.
"Listen Mr...." Brass started.
"Marshal," the lawyer replied arrogantly, "Jeffery Marshal of Marshal and James."
"Whatever." Brass snorted, "Mr. Marshal, your client was in a completely different field of study than Miss Carter, and I for one find it hard to believe that a medical student would want to add five extra courses onto his already full schedule."
"So I took five more classes, big deal." Scott Kennedy scoffed, "Would you guys just admit that you have nothing on me and let me go."
"Now see that's where you're wrong Mr. Kennedy," Brass said, "We do have something on you. You see, Miss Carter's roommate at Harvard phoned in a call to the campus police at 9:20 PM on September 29th, 2000, stating that there was peeping tom at her window. That SAME night, at the SAME time two of your classmates reported seeing you lurking around that very window."
"So, I might have just been out getting some air." Scott replied quickly, "You still ain't got nothing on me."
"Mr. Kennedy, we're going to have to fingerprint you now." Grissom said interrupting anything that Brass was going to say in retaliation.
"Why?" the suspect asked worriedly.
"So that we can see if your prints match those found at the crime scene." Grissom replied taking out a pad of ink and some paper. He looked up at Brass who was smirking as the CSI printed Scott. The young man's face was ashen and his eyes were wide with fright.
"You mean...you mean you've got fingerprints?" he stammered, trying to appear calm and cool, but failing miserably.
"Yes we do." Grissom replied looking him straight in the eye. Scott opened his mouth to say something, but his lawyer placed a hand firmly on his arm and shot him a glare. Scott looked from Grissom to his lawyer then back again.
"Okay, I did it!" he exclaimed as Grissom placed his finger on the piece of paper. All eyes turned to Scott Kennedy. He looked near tears as he looked Grissom straight in the eye.
"I swear I didn't mean for it to go so far," He continued, "but she..."
"Mister Kennedy, as your lawyer I advise you not to say anything more." Mr. Marshal interrupted.
"No, I have to tell them. If there's one thing I've learned it's if you plead guilty, the sentence might not be as severe. Isn't that right?" Scott asked looking over at Brass who nodded his head solemnly.
"That is if you cooperate and tell us everything we want to know." The police captain said.
"Please continue what you were saying Mr. Kennedy." Grissom said, not wanting to wait a second longer for Lilly to be found.
"We were paired together for a Biology project, that was the class we had together, anyway, she was just so smart and so beautiful. But I knew that she was jailbait, so I didn't do anything. And then, I just; I couldn't help myself I had to be around her all the time. So I had a friend of mine that worked for the registration office give me a copy of her class schedule and I made mine to match it. That night that Haley called in the peeping tom, I just wanted to see Lilly, that was all." Scott was near tears as he rambled on, his lawyer shooting him evil glances as he went on and on.
"Where is Lilly now Scott?" Brass asked.
"She...she's in my basement." He cried. Brass looked at the officer in the room and nodded towards the door. The officer nodded and headed out for Scott Kennedy's home.
"I followed her to Las Vegas, I know I shouldn't have, but I did." Scott continued, "I was gonna make my move since she was legal now and all, but I was too scared. So I just kept on following her. I went into her apartment one night through the window she keeps open in her bedroom and I made an impression of her key so that I could make my own copy. Then one night I saw her with HIM." Scott looked up at Grissom, and the older man was shocked by the hatred and jealousy in his eyes, "He didn't deserve her, not after the way he treated her. So I took her away, to keep her safe from him. And now you're going to give Lilly back to him." Scott lunged from his seat, knocking his lawyer off his chair and reaching for Grissom. He grabbed the CSI's shirt collar and held him up against the glass, "You can't have her back!" he yelled, "She belongs with me!"
"Guards!" Brass yelled as he tried to get Scott off Grissom, "Somebody help me in here!" Three armed officers came running in then and pulled Scott away from Grissom. They cuffed him and led him out of the room, his lawyer on their heels.
"Let's go Jim," Grissom said heading for the door, "before it's too late."
~*~*~
WOHOO! Lilly's gonna be saved. I hope you all liked this chapter. I know they found her awful quick, but I just couldn't stand to see my readers suffer and you just never know where the muse will take you. Please tell me what you thought. Now I'm going to issue a challenge to my faithful readers, if you can help me get to a hundred reviews before I finish this story, I'll write a sequel to LILLY OF THE VALLEY. Is that tempting enough? If so please, please, PLEASE review.
He sat there, his fingers tapping out a steady beat on the metal table, a sure sign he was nervous. His foot tapped against the tiled floor, off beat with his fingers. His eyes shifted from Grissom to Brass and back again. The stodgy old lawyer sitting beside him sent him a sharp look that told the nervous young man to cut it out. He didn't.
"Now are you going to tell us where Lilly is or not Mister Kennedy?" Brass asked sitting on the edge of the table.
"I told you, I don't know anybody named Lilly." Scott Kennedy replied, his fingers pausing in mid-tap.
"Well it says here that you and Lilly Carter had almost IDENTICAL class schedules at Harvard." Brass said glancing down at the file in his hands, "Now, do you want to try and answer that question again?"
"My client doesn't have to answer any of the questions you ask him," the lawyer said in a bored tone, "you don't have a warrant so we don't have to answer you."
"Oh we'll get a warrant." Brass said glaring at the lawyer, "because we have evidence that states that your client was the person who abducted Miss Carter."
"Oh really?" the lawyer asked sarcastically, "A college class schedule proves NOTHING."
"We'll make it prove something." Brass said.
"Come on Mr. Kennedy, we're leaving." The lawyer stood and Scott Kennedy followed him. As he walked past Grissom, who had remained silent for the entire interrogation, Scott smirked as if to invoke a challenge. Grissom glared after him as the two men exited the room.
"He knows something." Grissom said when it was just he and Brass in the room.
"I agree." Brass said, "But he won't talk until we get a warrant, and I'm not so sure a judge will issue one yet."
"Well we'll just have to dig up some more information that will get us a warrant." Grissom said with grim determination.
~*~*~
"Hey Grissom," Gil paused and waited for Catherine to catch up with him.
"Yes?" he asked as the blonde stopped beside him.
"I brought up Scott Kennedy's school records and stuff and it said that he was in pre-med at NYU before he transferred to Harvard."
"I know that." Grissom replied.
"Yes, but did you know that while he was doing his internship for NYU, he was expelled on sexual harassment charges?"
"Why didn't this show up on his record?" Grissom asked taking the folder from Catherine so that he could study it closer.
"The school wanted to keep it hush, hush," Catherine replied, "So they paid off the nurse so that she wouldn't press charges, expelled Scott and slapped him with a thousand dollar fine, something that NO medical student can pay..."
"Unless mommy and daddy are rich." Grissom finished.
"Exactly," Catherine said reaching over to flip a sheet in the file, "Clay Kennedy is one of the top leading brain surgeons in America, and Maria Livingston-Kennedy is the top professor in medicine at NYU."
"So his parents bail him out of trouble, and pay for him to transfer to Harvard in the middle of the school year so that he won't tarnish their name." Grissom said as the pieces started to fall together in his head.
"Exactly," Catherine replied, "That's where he meets Lilly who is taking one class with him. They get partnered for a project, then the next year Scott is in every single one of her classes, even though, they aren't going for the same degrees. Then get this, a couple weeks into the new year Lilly's roommate reports a peeping tom at their window."
"So he's been stalking her since college?"
"It appears that way."
"I think this is enough for Brass to get a warrant."
~*~*~
"Why must we go through this again?" Scott Kennedy asked as a police officer led him into the interrogation room, his hands handcuffed behind him.
"Because we have reason to believe that you've been stalking Lilly since your junior year at Harvard." Brass said getting up in Scott's face, "Now, what do you have to say to that?"
"That it's bull." Scott replied calmly. He glanced around the room, his eyes catching Grissom's, then he turned back to Brass; "I want my lawyer." He said, his eyes on fire.
"Only guilty men want lawyers Mister Kennedy," Brass said, "and according to you, you're innocent."
"I want my lawyer." Scott replied fiercely.
"Now there's no need to be rude Mr. Kennedy," Brass sarcastically replied before turning to the officer, "Let Mr. Kennedy's lawyer in." The police officer nodded and left the room to fetch the lawyer that was waiting nearby.
"Mr. Kennedy," Grissom said once the suspect's lawyer was seated beside him, "would you care to explain your explosion from New York University?"
"I bumped into the dumb nurse and she cried sexual harassment." Scott replied leaning back in his seat trying to appear nonchalant.
"Well what about the fact that you and Lilly had the EXACT same classes?" Grissom tried again.
"What does a class schedule prove?" Scott asked in reply.
"You have nothing on my client other than silly allegations made by a nurse and the coincidence of two class schedules matching." The lawyer broke in.
"Listen Mr...." Brass started.
"Marshal," the lawyer replied arrogantly, "Jeffery Marshal of Marshal and James."
"Whatever." Brass snorted, "Mr. Marshal, your client was in a completely different field of study than Miss Carter, and I for one find it hard to believe that a medical student would want to add five extra courses onto his already full schedule."
"So I took five more classes, big deal." Scott Kennedy scoffed, "Would you guys just admit that you have nothing on me and let me go."
"Now see that's where you're wrong Mr. Kennedy," Brass said, "We do have something on you. You see, Miss Carter's roommate at Harvard phoned in a call to the campus police at 9:20 PM on September 29th, 2000, stating that there was peeping tom at her window. That SAME night, at the SAME time two of your classmates reported seeing you lurking around that very window."
"So, I might have just been out getting some air." Scott replied quickly, "You still ain't got nothing on me."
"Mr. Kennedy, we're going to have to fingerprint you now." Grissom said interrupting anything that Brass was going to say in retaliation.
"Why?" the suspect asked worriedly.
"So that we can see if your prints match those found at the crime scene." Grissom replied taking out a pad of ink and some paper. He looked up at Brass who was smirking as the CSI printed Scott. The young man's face was ashen and his eyes were wide with fright.
"You mean...you mean you've got fingerprints?" he stammered, trying to appear calm and cool, but failing miserably.
"Yes we do." Grissom replied looking him straight in the eye. Scott opened his mouth to say something, but his lawyer placed a hand firmly on his arm and shot him a glare. Scott looked from Grissom to his lawyer then back again.
"Okay, I did it!" he exclaimed as Grissom placed his finger on the piece of paper. All eyes turned to Scott Kennedy. He looked near tears as he looked Grissom straight in the eye.
"I swear I didn't mean for it to go so far," He continued, "but she..."
"Mister Kennedy, as your lawyer I advise you not to say anything more." Mr. Marshal interrupted.
"No, I have to tell them. If there's one thing I've learned it's if you plead guilty, the sentence might not be as severe. Isn't that right?" Scott asked looking over at Brass who nodded his head solemnly.
"That is if you cooperate and tell us everything we want to know." The police captain said.
"Please continue what you were saying Mr. Kennedy." Grissom said, not wanting to wait a second longer for Lilly to be found.
"We were paired together for a Biology project, that was the class we had together, anyway, she was just so smart and so beautiful. But I knew that she was jailbait, so I didn't do anything. And then, I just; I couldn't help myself I had to be around her all the time. So I had a friend of mine that worked for the registration office give me a copy of her class schedule and I made mine to match it. That night that Haley called in the peeping tom, I just wanted to see Lilly, that was all." Scott was near tears as he rambled on, his lawyer shooting him evil glances as he went on and on.
"Where is Lilly now Scott?" Brass asked.
"She...she's in my basement." He cried. Brass looked at the officer in the room and nodded towards the door. The officer nodded and headed out for Scott Kennedy's home.
"I followed her to Las Vegas, I know I shouldn't have, but I did." Scott continued, "I was gonna make my move since she was legal now and all, but I was too scared. So I just kept on following her. I went into her apartment one night through the window she keeps open in her bedroom and I made an impression of her key so that I could make my own copy. Then one night I saw her with HIM." Scott looked up at Grissom, and the older man was shocked by the hatred and jealousy in his eyes, "He didn't deserve her, not after the way he treated her. So I took her away, to keep her safe from him. And now you're going to give Lilly back to him." Scott lunged from his seat, knocking his lawyer off his chair and reaching for Grissom. He grabbed the CSI's shirt collar and held him up against the glass, "You can't have her back!" he yelled, "She belongs with me!"
"Guards!" Brass yelled as he tried to get Scott off Grissom, "Somebody help me in here!" Three armed officers came running in then and pulled Scott away from Grissom. They cuffed him and led him out of the room, his lawyer on their heels.
"Let's go Jim," Grissom said heading for the door, "before it's too late."
~*~*~
WOHOO! Lilly's gonna be saved. I hope you all liked this chapter. I know they found her awful quick, but I just couldn't stand to see my readers suffer and you just never know where the muse will take you. Please tell me what you thought. Now I'm going to issue a challenge to my faithful readers, if you can help me get to a hundred reviews before I finish this story, I'll write a sequel to LILLY OF THE VALLEY. Is that tempting enough? If so please, please, PLEASE review.