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Chapter 12:
Sara stood over the coffee machine trying to psychically will it to perk faster.
"Deep thoughts?" Grissom had managed to get right next to her without her realizing.
"Very." She smiled. Having him stand so close to her would have made them both uncomfortable just a few days prior. Now, it just made her smile broaden.
"Catherine filled me in on the case you were working on. Will you need any help?" He studied her face.
"Greg should be enough for now. There's already an explosives expert, a building inspector, and O'Riley to deal with." She poured a cup of coffee, and added more than the average dose of sugar.
"Who's checking the evidence?"
"Jacqui's got the prints, and Archie is going over the photos from the crime scene. It's pretty well covered."
"Good. Nice work. . . Cath tells me you acquired a new friend at the work site." Grissom gave her a very amused look.
"Yeah. How do you feel about cats?" She hadn't thought to wonder if he was allergic.
"I've never had any trouble with them." He didn't sound completely convincing.
"You prefer eight-legged creepy crawlers with venom?"
"I prefer things that aren't clingy." He said it without realizing how the woman he was currently dating might interpret it.
"Ah. So you don't like warm-blooded animals that might need you?" She cocked an eyebrow at him accusingly.
Grissom winced.
"I'm sure I'll like your cat. If he likes you he must have good taste." He grinned, and hoped he was in the clear.
"Smooth, Grissom." Sara chuckled, drank down the last of her coffee, and went in search of Greg.
As she rounded the corner, Sara spotted Jacqui through the glass walled prints lab waving at her to come in.
"Got a hit on your prints from the construction site." She handed the page to Sara. "Where's Catherine? I thought she was on this one too?"
"She got pulled onto another case." Sara didn't look up from the page as she spoke.
"Is this for sure?" She finally looked up at Jacqui.
"Yep. It's as perfect a match as you get."
Sara wasn't one to ever doubt Jacqui's skills when it came to interpreting finger prints, but this case just got a little wilder.
"Have you seen Greg around?" She looked towards the empty DNA lab.
"He said he was going to get ready for the field. He was skipping." Jacqui smirked, and went back to her backlogged pile of jobs.
~-~-~-~
As Sara entered the locker room, she was met by Greg crooning "fly me to the moon" loudly and off key.
"I take it you've spoken with Catherine?" Sara grinned.
"Yup! I'm all yours." He batted his eyes at her for effect.
"What did you find out from the blood samples? Does it all back up the finding Jacqui got from the prints?"
"Pretty freaky huh? Either Braun's youngest son has a twin, or Junior broke out of Statesville. Either way he's out dead guy."
Sara sighed. It suddenly hit her that the man in that wreckage was Catherine's brother. She was thankful Catherine had chosen to take herself off the case rather than have to be taken off. She remembered the fiasco dealing with Eddie's case.
"Not that I doubt you at all, but we are going to have to document this case to the letter. If Braun is involved we can't let him get away again."
Greg blanched a bit more than Sara had expected. She hadn't been calling his talents into question.
"You heard about that huh?" Greg frowned.
"Heard about what, Greg?"
"Uh. . .nothing important." He sat up, feeling foolish. "What do you want me to do?"
"Go back over all the tests, make sure your paperwork is airtight, documenting every step. When you're done, come find me at the crime scene. I'll get you directions. Be sure to bring your hard hat, and coveralls." Sara patted him on the shoulder, and headed out. Greg smacked himself in the forehead for almost blowing Cath's confidence in him.
~-~-~-~
It was still light out when Sara arrived at the crime scene. She flashed her ID to the cops at the gate, and pulled the Tahoe around to the site. She had expected the crew to still be there removing rubble, but it was completely quiet. Making her way down the earthen ramp, she noted that hardly any of the beams had been removed. So much for relying on contractors. The structure still loomed ominously above her. She pulled out her kit, and flashlight, and perused the files while waiting for Greg. After about ten minutes, she heard footsteps coming down the ramp. Surely Greg didn't think he was done writing his report that quickly?
"'Scuse me?" A gruff, Texan voice called out to her. The sun had begun to descend below the horizon, and was inline with her sight causing the man to be nothing but a blur on the horizon. "You the detective on this case?" He made his way closer. She could see that he wore a hard hat, and guessed he was part of the work crew.
"I'm the crime scene investigator. Can I help you?" She started to stand up, but he held something up that she recognized too late to be a gun.
"Not anymore." His voice was barely audible before she heard the shot, and fell back astonished.
Sara fell back against the rubble in complete shock over what had just occurred. She felt the blood begin to seep through her shirt, and held her hand to her side. She could merely lay there dazed as three men moved past her from out of the wreckage, dragging the body with them. Before she past out, she could just make out the profile of a grinning Sam Braun.
TBC
Chapter 12:
Sara stood over the coffee machine trying to psychically will it to perk faster.
"Deep thoughts?" Grissom had managed to get right next to her without her realizing.
"Very." She smiled. Having him stand so close to her would have made them both uncomfortable just a few days prior. Now, it just made her smile broaden.
"Catherine filled me in on the case you were working on. Will you need any help?" He studied her face.
"Greg should be enough for now. There's already an explosives expert, a building inspector, and O'Riley to deal with." She poured a cup of coffee, and added more than the average dose of sugar.
"Who's checking the evidence?"
"Jacqui's got the prints, and Archie is going over the photos from the crime scene. It's pretty well covered."
"Good. Nice work. . . Cath tells me you acquired a new friend at the work site." Grissom gave her a very amused look.
"Yeah. How do you feel about cats?" She hadn't thought to wonder if he was allergic.
"I've never had any trouble with them." He didn't sound completely convincing.
"You prefer eight-legged creepy crawlers with venom?"
"I prefer things that aren't clingy." He said it without realizing how the woman he was currently dating might interpret it.
"Ah. So you don't like warm-blooded animals that might need you?" She cocked an eyebrow at him accusingly.
Grissom winced.
"I'm sure I'll like your cat. If he likes you he must have good taste." He grinned, and hoped he was in the clear.
"Smooth, Grissom." Sara chuckled, drank down the last of her coffee, and went in search of Greg.
As she rounded the corner, Sara spotted Jacqui through the glass walled prints lab waving at her to come in.
"Got a hit on your prints from the construction site." She handed the page to Sara. "Where's Catherine? I thought she was on this one too?"
"She got pulled onto another case." Sara didn't look up from the page as she spoke.
"Is this for sure?" She finally looked up at Jacqui.
"Yep. It's as perfect a match as you get."
Sara wasn't one to ever doubt Jacqui's skills when it came to interpreting finger prints, but this case just got a little wilder.
"Have you seen Greg around?" She looked towards the empty DNA lab.
"He said he was going to get ready for the field. He was skipping." Jacqui smirked, and went back to her backlogged pile of jobs.
~-~-~-~
As Sara entered the locker room, she was met by Greg crooning "fly me to the moon" loudly and off key.
"I take it you've spoken with Catherine?" Sara grinned.
"Yup! I'm all yours." He batted his eyes at her for effect.
"What did you find out from the blood samples? Does it all back up the finding Jacqui got from the prints?"
"Pretty freaky huh? Either Braun's youngest son has a twin, or Junior broke out of Statesville. Either way he's out dead guy."
Sara sighed. It suddenly hit her that the man in that wreckage was Catherine's brother. She was thankful Catherine had chosen to take herself off the case rather than have to be taken off. She remembered the fiasco dealing with Eddie's case.
"Not that I doubt you at all, but we are going to have to document this case to the letter. If Braun is involved we can't let him get away again."
Greg blanched a bit more than Sara had expected. She hadn't been calling his talents into question.
"You heard about that huh?" Greg frowned.
"Heard about what, Greg?"
"Uh. . .nothing important." He sat up, feeling foolish. "What do you want me to do?"
"Go back over all the tests, make sure your paperwork is airtight, documenting every step. When you're done, come find me at the crime scene. I'll get you directions. Be sure to bring your hard hat, and coveralls." Sara patted him on the shoulder, and headed out. Greg smacked himself in the forehead for almost blowing Cath's confidence in him.
~-~-~-~
It was still light out when Sara arrived at the crime scene. She flashed her ID to the cops at the gate, and pulled the Tahoe around to the site. She had expected the crew to still be there removing rubble, but it was completely quiet. Making her way down the earthen ramp, she noted that hardly any of the beams had been removed. So much for relying on contractors. The structure still loomed ominously above her. She pulled out her kit, and flashlight, and perused the files while waiting for Greg. After about ten minutes, she heard footsteps coming down the ramp. Surely Greg didn't think he was done writing his report that quickly?
"'Scuse me?" A gruff, Texan voice called out to her. The sun had begun to descend below the horizon, and was inline with her sight causing the man to be nothing but a blur on the horizon. "You the detective on this case?" He made his way closer. She could see that he wore a hard hat, and guessed he was part of the work crew.
"I'm the crime scene investigator. Can I help you?" She started to stand up, but he held something up that she recognized too late to be a gun.
"Not anymore." His voice was barely audible before she heard the shot, and fell back astonished.
Sara fell back against the rubble in complete shock over what had just occurred. She felt the blood begin to seep through her shirt, and held her hand to her side. She could merely lay there dazed as three men moved past her from out of the wreckage, dragging the body with them. Before she past out, she could just make out the profile of a grinning Sam Braun.
TBC