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Chapter 20:
Grissom's eyes slowly blinked open as he woke to an unfamiliar sensation, warmth. He tilted his head slowly and smiled. Sara's back was right up against his, and Spidey was cuddled up near her head. She was in what was probably the only comfortable position for her to sleep in until her injuries healed. Grissom craned his neck to get a look at his watch; 4:30pm. He still had many hours before shift, and he didn't want to awaken Sara, but he slowly worked his way off the bed. He needed to check his messages, and the pager and phone were in his jacket across the room. He grabbed his jacket, and stepped out into the hallway.
"This is Warrick."
"Rick, any news on the Braun case?" Grissom stood leaning up against the wall, paging through his text messages.
"Nothing much. One of his men had GSR on his hands, but he's a security guard, and he had been to the firing range that day. Go figure." Warrick's frustration was evident in his tone. They were being played like a fine violin.
"I don't like this. This wasn't just premeditated." 'This was personal,' Grissom couldn't help thinking to himself. He needed to speak with Catherine, and soon.
"Yeah. I've got some samples ready in the labs, Gris. Anything else I can do?"
"Just keep on it. Is Brass with you guys still?"
"No. He left a while ago."
"OK. I'll get a hold of Brass and Catherine." Grissom closed his cell phone, and sighed. He didn't like where this case was headed.
~-~-~
"Celebrating?" The building inspector sat waiting in the sitting area of Braun's office.
"Yeah. I believe I am." Sam sat down, and propped a foot up on his leather- inlaid desk. He was feeling rather full of himself, and never one to miss out on a chance to gloat. He cracked his gloved knuckles indulgently, and sat back.
"Care for a drink, Mr. Newsome?"
"I don't like to drink on the job." He smirked uneasily. He only thought he was getting paid to help bring down a structure. No one was supposed to be hurt.
"Well, you don't know what yer missin'." Sam poured himself a tumbler of the amber-hued liquid, swirled it around a few times in his glass then tossed it back. Sam eyed the man before him appraisingly. He had done a good job for him. He even made it look like he fingered Sam for the whole thing. Good.
"Here's your money." Sam pushed the thick envelope across his desk. Paul Newsome strode across the room, pocketed the envelope, and stopped at the door.
"I just want you to understand that I can't do this again. I didn't know anyone would be hurt."
"Admirable. I totally understand." Sam raised his glass to him as he closed the door.
~-~-~-~
"O'Riley." O'Riley growled into his cell as he dusted himself off in front of his car. Nick stood to the side grinning. It wasn't every day he got to see a man of O'Riley's , um, stature take a header into a sand pile. His ability to maintain his composure, and refrain from terribly many swear words had also been impressive. However, now, his expression was one of disgust.
"Yer gonna love this." She shook his head as he approached Nick.
"What?"
"Our building inspector? Robbins has him in the morgue right now. Wrapped his car around a pole doing 60MPH. Looks like drunk driving. First officer on the scene said he smelled like alcohol. They also found an envelope full of money, and plans from the crime scene."
"The money's bad news, but it's not unusual for him to have plans for the structure."
"With instructions on how to safely take it down? And Sara's name was written on it as well."
"Bad news." Nick shook his head as well, and looked back at the site. He still liked Braun for this, but why have Sara shot? "Page me if you find anything else. I gotta get back to the labs."
Nick ran to the SUV, and headed back to CSI headquarters. He flipped open his phone, and called his friend, Officer Rick Roberts.
"Hey, Nick. What's up?"
"Got another favor to ask, Man. Any way you could find out who the first on the scene of a car crash was for me?"
TBC
A/N: Sorry so short, but I rewrote most after getting back home, and have been fending off wild aunts since announcing my engagement. They mean well. Hehehe! Is it very wrong that I want to run away from home? Think Runaway Bride.
Chapter 20:
Grissom's eyes slowly blinked open as he woke to an unfamiliar sensation, warmth. He tilted his head slowly and smiled. Sara's back was right up against his, and Spidey was cuddled up near her head. She was in what was probably the only comfortable position for her to sleep in until her injuries healed. Grissom craned his neck to get a look at his watch; 4:30pm. He still had many hours before shift, and he didn't want to awaken Sara, but he slowly worked his way off the bed. He needed to check his messages, and the pager and phone were in his jacket across the room. He grabbed his jacket, and stepped out into the hallway.
"This is Warrick."
"Rick, any news on the Braun case?" Grissom stood leaning up against the wall, paging through his text messages.
"Nothing much. One of his men had GSR on his hands, but he's a security guard, and he had been to the firing range that day. Go figure." Warrick's frustration was evident in his tone. They were being played like a fine violin.
"I don't like this. This wasn't just premeditated." 'This was personal,' Grissom couldn't help thinking to himself. He needed to speak with Catherine, and soon.
"Yeah. I've got some samples ready in the labs, Gris. Anything else I can do?"
"Just keep on it. Is Brass with you guys still?"
"No. He left a while ago."
"OK. I'll get a hold of Brass and Catherine." Grissom closed his cell phone, and sighed. He didn't like where this case was headed.
~-~-~
"Celebrating?" The building inspector sat waiting in the sitting area of Braun's office.
"Yeah. I believe I am." Sam sat down, and propped a foot up on his leather- inlaid desk. He was feeling rather full of himself, and never one to miss out on a chance to gloat. He cracked his gloved knuckles indulgently, and sat back.
"Care for a drink, Mr. Newsome?"
"I don't like to drink on the job." He smirked uneasily. He only thought he was getting paid to help bring down a structure. No one was supposed to be hurt.
"Well, you don't know what yer missin'." Sam poured himself a tumbler of the amber-hued liquid, swirled it around a few times in his glass then tossed it back. Sam eyed the man before him appraisingly. He had done a good job for him. He even made it look like he fingered Sam for the whole thing. Good.
"Here's your money." Sam pushed the thick envelope across his desk. Paul Newsome strode across the room, pocketed the envelope, and stopped at the door.
"I just want you to understand that I can't do this again. I didn't know anyone would be hurt."
"Admirable. I totally understand." Sam raised his glass to him as he closed the door.
~-~-~-~
"O'Riley." O'Riley growled into his cell as he dusted himself off in front of his car. Nick stood to the side grinning. It wasn't every day he got to see a man of O'Riley's , um, stature take a header into a sand pile. His ability to maintain his composure, and refrain from terribly many swear words had also been impressive. However, now, his expression was one of disgust.
"Yer gonna love this." She shook his head as he approached Nick.
"What?"
"Our building inspector? Robbins has him in the morgue right now. Wrapped his car around a pole doing 60MPH. Looks like drunk driving. First officer on the scene said he smelled like alcohol. They also found an envelope full of money, and plans from the crime scene."
"The money's bad news, but it's not unusual for him to have plans for the structure."
"With instructions on how to safely take it down? And Sara's name was written on it as well."
"Bad news." Nick shook his head as well, and looked back at the site. He still liked Braun for this, but why have Sara shot? "Page me if you find anything else. I gotta get back to the labs."
Nick ran to the SUV, and headed back to CSI headquarters. He flipped open his phone, and called his friend, Officer Rick Roberts.
"Hey, Nick. What's up?"
"Got another favor to ask, Man. Any way you could find out who the first on the scene of a car crash was for me?"
TBC
A/N: Sorry so short, but I rewrote most after getting back home, and have been fending off wild aunts since announcing my engagement. They mean well. Hehehe! Is it very wrong that I want to run away from home? Think Runaway Bride.