I forgot to put a disclaimer on chapter 1, but here goes for every chapter, I don't own it, wish I was that smart, and creative, I also don't make any money on any of it, sorry guys, you can sue me for you to pay my debt though, but all you have to do to do that is give me the money, nothing legal or illegal involved.
This is the second chapter, of Father, Brother, Son. Unfortunately for you, this chapter is from a time before chapter 1. Remember, this ^...^ is sign language.
Chapter 2 - Brother
^Aaron, where are you going to be?^ I signed to my little brother, as he left the apartment.
^I'm going to visit a friend downtown, I'll be back,^ he replied.
He did that every day for three months, I wondered, but he was sixteen, and I hated to impede on his freedom, as long as he went to school, and didn't caused trouble. ^Nicky, come with me, I have something important to show you^ Aaron was excited and that was rare, so I followed him to the bus stop, and we took a bus downtown, Aaron led me into an unmarked high-rise.
^Where are we going?^ I asked.
^I've been taking a course, in DNA profiling, I'm done now, and tonight is my graduation,^ the graduation only had about a dozen people, and they had come to see the others get whatever degree it was. When Aaron came off of the stage he signed, ^I have another surprise, the FBI and the crime labs all came in last week to see what we were doing, the supervisor for the regional FBI office came, and asked me to work in their lab, Nevada's FBI lab is right here, in Vegas^
Forgetting myself, I spoke, rather than signing, "That's great, Aaron, but are you sure you want to work for the FBI already? You're only sixteen."
"Nick," Aaron always preferred not to speak, as he was conscious of the sounds he may make accidentally, "This is what I want to do, please support me?"
^Alright, but you have to promise me that you won't make work your life,^
^I promise,^ Aaron smiled, and I gave him a hug. I had been working at the Las Vegas Crime lab for two years, since I was eighteen, Aaron had moved from Texas to get away from our smothering parents the next year.
The night after Aaron had told me about his working for the FBI, I headed into the lab wherer Grissom was waiting with a new recruit. "Nick, this is Warrick, Warrick, this is Nick, he's younger than you, but he's been here longer, so you have to listen to him."
Warrick and I were sent out together, I realised right away, that he was a gambling man, he also talked constantly with some very general gestures. By the end of shift, I was glad to head home, Aaron and I hung out for a bit before he had to head off to work. I sat on the couch, and watched TV for a bit, when the phone rang, it was a short reach to where the phone sat, "Nick Stokes,"
"Nick, it's Grissom, you up for some overtime?"
"Sure, when?" I asked.
"Come to the scene, it's a fun one, we get to dig them out."
"Alright," When I hung up, I changed into cleaner clothes, and went out to my car, at the scene, I pulled my field kit out, and headed to where Grissom had a small team sifting through dirt, I had been hoping that he had been serious about the digging, but I smiled as I pulled on my gloves, it was always fun digging.
"Nick, I want you doing the delicate work over at the body, I know you took a course on this a couple years back," Grissom said.
I haeded over to the roped off area, and looked down, the bones had been exposed in one spot, Grissom obviously had the team working on the upper layers of dirt. I swept the dirt away from the bones, and saw that it was an arm bone, some dirt had fallen back while they had taken the dirt off the top. Once the arm was cleared, I moved down to expose the wrist, and hand. Using small tools, I cleared the final layers of dirt from the bones, it was nearly dark by the time I had exposed the whole skeleton. I spotted clouds in the distance, "someone begin to set up some shelter, I'll need lights," I looked at the people around me.
Two uniforms went into action right away, the others followed suit, once they were all working, I went back to the layers of dirt that I had to remove. My cell rang about twenty minutes before shift began, it was a TTY relay operator, Aaron hated them, so I figured it had to be important. "Nick, where are you?"
"I'm at a scene, Grissom called me in, because it lies in my interest range."
"Oh, so I guess I'll see you when Grissom sends you home for some rest, then," Aaron said.
"Yeah, I'll see you then."
I went back to work, I hadn't found an obvious cause of death, but I figured that I would soon, the grave was about four feet deep, so I knew whoever it was cared about it not being found. The trench that had been dug around me and the bones went to five feet, and it had a tarp in the bottom to catch anything I brushed off. Grissom had gone back to the lab, and I had one person left to help me on the actual excavation. I had four uniforms to protect the scene, the lights brought in were very bright, but I was used to it, I had all the outer area cleaned off, and I started clearing between the bones, "Nick, Grissom sent me to help you," Warrick was standing under the edge on the tent.
"Take a small bucket, and collect some of the dirt from the trench, sift it, anything abnormal, log it, otherwise put it with the rest," I said.
"So this is really your crime scene?" Warrick said.
"I'm surprised that Grissom sent you, I have another CSI here, and once I'm done with the excavation, it'll all be lab work."
I worked silently, Warrick and the girl talked constantly."Warrick, turn on some music, please," I kept sifting through the dirt as I swept it away from the ribs. "Get me a body bag," I said twenty minutes later, I finally had the bones ready for transport to the morgue.
The coroner's assistant had been the CSI who had been working with me, and he helped move the bones to the body bag. We all headed back to the lab, two uniforms stayed to clean up the scene. The coroner's assistant drove to the morgue, and Warrick followed me back to the lab, so we could process the samples we had gotten from the scene. The lab tech in trace had us third on his list, so we headed to the morgue.
"Nick, you're here about your skeleton, she's right over here," Dr. Robbins pulled back the sheet, showing the whole skeleton in one smooth motion, "She was probably about twenty, the amount of deterioration in the bones themselves, is low, she's probably been dead for about two, three years though, chances are, she had recently given birth, within a month of her death."
"But with that long of a range that you have, that is way to many records," I said, "is there any way that you can narrow that down, definitely"
"Well, not right away, you'll have to use dental records, and I'll extract some DNA from the bones, and send it to the lab, maybe they can get a hit off of CODIS."
"Alright, and I'll take the dental pictures to get any information I can," I said, and Dr. Robbins handed me what I needed.
The DNA tech came into the workroom that I was using, and handed me a sheet, "I got a hit, family, male, probably a brother."
"What kind of hit?" I asked.
"Recently released, been locked up for a year, sexual assault, and the usual other charges usually associated with that."
"I'll get Warrick and go get him," I left the room, and grabbed Warrick from the break room.
"We found her brother," I said, as I opened my car, Warrick got into the passenger side, and I started it. I pulled up in front of the house that the man was renting, and we got out. I led the way to the door, Warrick held back, he had never been in this position, that I knew of. "What do you want?" the man asked.
"I'm Nick Stokes, from Las Vegas Crime lab, could I talk to you?" I said.
"I haven't done anything wrong, why do you want to talk to me?" The man asked.
"Are you Kieran Horn?" I asked.
"Yes, What do you want?" He asked.
"I was wondering if you had a sister?"
"Yes, but I haven't seen Karen for probably three years, she asked me to look after her baby girl, and just left, the poor child was only two weeks old, and, last year, when I was taken off to jail, they put her into foster care, and they won't let me have her back."
"Remains were discovered recently, at the edge of the city, they were to old for the DNA to be in our system, so we did a family scan, you came up as her brother," I said.
"How can you be sure that it's Karen?" Kieran asked.
"We'll compare dental records, and it is much easier with a name, also, would you mind coming in so we can ask a few more questions?"
"Of course, do you know how she died?"
"No, it's difficult to tell, unless it involves the bone structure, it will take a bit to get all the results back," I replied.
"Are you sure you want to be telling him this, he is our only suspect," Warrick said quietly behind me.
"Warrick, in a case like this, with not much to tell, small bits like that help the family, trust me," Kieran followed us to the street, and followed in his own car.
At the lab, Warrick and I asked some more questions, then I went to trace, she had just started my samples, "Page me if you find anything important, or when you're done, page Warrick if you need an extra hand," I said, before leaving.
I wandered the lab, and annoyed every tech in the place, before trace got back to me. With the report in hand, I went back to DNA, he had paged me, "I ran another sample that doc sent up from your skeleton, it's from the pelvic bone, doc wasn't sure if it would even hold DNA in the first place, but if you find the daughter, you can get a positive ID on the skeleton."
"I've got ID, the brother said that his sister left, two weeks after giving birth to a little girl, he hadn't heard from her since," I said.
I worked on the case for two more days, then I had to put it up, because there were to many other cases, and they were newer, there were several cases on the fish board, and the few clues in this one were so general, that the chances of finding the killer were slim to none.
^Nick, how was work today?^ Aaron asked, when I got back from the shift that I had to tack up the case.
^I had to put it on the fish board in the office today,^ I replied, sadly, it sucked having to put cases up there like that, because it was hard to go back to them later, of course this was already a cold case, so chances of it getting picked up later were even lower.
Time passes quickly when you're busy, and soon the years passed, and the FBI was able to transfer Aaron out of Vegas, when he moved, he left his bunk bed, so that he would have somewhere to sleep when he came home to visit, that would never happen though, circumstances and lies would keep me out of his life, and him out of mine.
A/N: Short chapter, I know, but I wrote it on a school field trip, that's where the digging came from, you try going to a dino museum, and not write about digging. Well that' s all for this chapter, next: Chapter 3 Son.
This is the second chapter, of Father, Brother, Son. Unfortunately for you, this chapter is from a time before chapter 1. Remember, this ^...^ is sign language.
Chapter 2 - Brother
^Aaron, where are you going to be?^ I signed to my little brother, as he left the apartment.
^I'm going to visit a friend downtown, I'll be back,^ he replied.
He did that every day for three months, I wondered, but he was sixteen, and I hated to impede on his freedom, as long as he went to school, and didn't caused trouble. ^Nicky, come with me, I have something important to show you^ Aaron was excited and that was rare, so I followed him to the bus stop, and we took a bus downtown, Aaron led me into an unmarked high-rise.
^Where are we going?^ I asked.
^I've been taking a course, in DNA profiling, I'm done now, and tonight is my graduation,^ the graduation only had about a dozen people, and they had come to see the others get whatever degree it was. When Aaron came off of the stage he signed, ^I have another surprise, the FBI and the crime labs all came in last week to see what we were doing, the supervisor for the regional FBI office came, and asked me to work in their lab, Nevada's FBI lab is right here, in Vegas^
Forgetting myself, I spoke, rather than signing, "That's great, Aaron, but are you sure you want to work for the FBI already? You're only sixteen."
"Nick," Aaron always preferred not to speak, as he was conscious of the sounds he may make accidentally, "This is what I want to do, please support me?"
^Alright, but you have to promise me that you won't make work your life,^
^I promise,^ Aaron smiled, and I gave him a hug. I had been working at the Las Vegas Crime lab for two years, since I was eighteen, Aaron had moved from Texas to get away from our smothering parents the next year.
The night after Aaron had told me about his working for the FBI, I headed into the lab wherer Grissom was waiting with a new recruit. "Nick, this is Warrick, Warrick, this is Nick, he's younger than you, but he's been here longer, so you have to listen to him."
Warrick and I were sent out together, I realised right away, that he was a gambling man, he also talked constantly with some very general gestures. By the end of shift, I was glad to head home, Aaron and I hung out for a bit before he had to head off to work. I sat on the couch, and watched TV for a bit, when the phone rang, it was a short reach to where the phone sat, "Nick Stokes,"
"Nick, it's Grissom, you up for some overtime?"
"Sure, when?" I asked.
"Come to the scene, it's a fun one, we get to dig them out."
"Alright," When I hung up, I changed into cleaner clothes, and went out to my car, at the scene, I pulled my field kit out, and headed to where Grissom had a small team sifting through dirt, I had been hoping that he had been serious about the digging, but I smiled as I pulled on my gloves, it was always fun digging.
"Nick, I want you doing the delicate work over at the body, I know you took a course on this a couple years back," Grissom said.
I haeded over to the roped off area, and looked down, the bones had been exposed in one spot, Grissom obviously had the team working on the upper layers of dirt. I swept the dirt away from the bones, and saw that it was an arm bone, some dirt had fallen back while they had taken the dirt off the top. Once the arm was cleared, I moved down to expose the wrist, and hand. Using small tools, I cleared the final layers of dirt from the bones, it was nearly dark by the time I had exposed the whole skeleton. I spotted clouds in the distance, "someone begin to set up some shelter, I'll need lights," I looked at the people around me.
Two uniforms went into action right away, the others followed suit, once they were all working, I went back to the layers of dirt that I had to remove. My cell rang about twenty minutes before shift began, it was a TTY relay operator, Aaron hated them, so I figured it had to be important. "Nick, where are you?"
"I'm at a scene, Grissom called me in, because it lies in my interest range."
"Oh, so I guess I'll see you when Grissom sends you home for some rest, then," Aaron said.
"Yeah, I'll see you then."
I went back to work, I hadn't found an obvious cause of death, but I figured that I would soon, the grave was about four feet deep, so I knew whoever it was cared about it not being found. The trench that had been dug around me and the bones went to five feet, and it had a tarp in the bottom to catch anything I brushed off. Grissom had gone back to the lab, and I had one person left to help me on the actual excavation. I had four uniforms to protect the scene, the lights brought in were very bright, but I was used to it, I had all the outer area cleaned off, and I started clearing between the bones, "Nick, Grissom sent me to help you," Warrick was standing under the edge on the tent.
"Take a small bucket, and collect some of the dirt from the trench, sift it, anything abnormal, log it, otherwise put it with the rest," I said.
"So this is really your crime scene?" Warrick said.
"I'm surprised that Grissom sent you, I have another CSI here, and once I'm done with the excavation, it'll all be lab work."
I worked silently, Warrick and the girl talked constantly."Warrick, turn on some music, please," I kept sifting through the dirt as I swept it away from the ribs. "Get me a body bag," I said twenty minutes later, I finally had the bones ready for transport to the morgue.
The coroner's assistant had been the CSI who had been working with me, and he helped move the bones to the body bag. We all headed back to the lab, two uniforms stayed to clean up the scene. The coroner's assistant drove to the morgue, and Warrick followed me back to the lab, so we could process the samples we had gotten from the scene. The lab tech in trace had us third on his list, so we headed to the morgue.
"Nick, you're here about your skeleton, she's right over here," Dr. Robbins pulled back the sheet, showing the whole skeleton in one smooth motion, "She was probably about twenty, the amount of deterioration in the bones themselves, is low, she's probably been dead for about two, three years though, chances are, she had recently given birth, within a month of her death."
"But with that long of a range that you have, that is way to many records," I said, "is there any way that you can narrow that down, definitely"
"Well, not right away, you'll have to use dental records, and I'll extract some DNA from the bones, and send it to the lab, maybe they can get a hit off of CODIS."
"Alright, and I'll take the dental pictures to get any information I can," I said, and Dr. Robbins handed me what I needed.
The DNA tech came into the workroom that I was using, and handed me a sheet, "I got a hit, family, male, probably a brother."
"What kind of hit?" I asked.
"Recently released, been locked up for a year, sexual assault, and the usual other charges usually associated with that."
"I'll get Warrick and go get him," I left the room, and grabbed Warrick from the break room.
"We found her brother," I said, as I opened my car, Warrick got into the passenger side, and I started it. I pulled up in front of the house that the man was renting, and we got out. I led the way to the door, Warrick held back, he had never been in this position, that I knew of. "What do you want?" the man asked.
"I'm Nick Stokes, from Las Vegas Crime lab, could I talk to you?" I said.
"I haven't done anything wrong, why do you want to talk to me?" The man asked.
"Are you Kieran Horn?" I asked.
"Yes, What do you want?" He asked.
"I was wondering if you had a sister?"
"Yes, but I haven't seen Karen for probably three years, she asked me to look after her baby girl, and just left, the poor child was only two weeks old, and, last year, when I was taken off to jail, they put her into foster care, and they won't let me have her back."
"Remains were discovered recently, at the edge of the city, they were to old for the DNA to be in our system, so we did a family scan, you came up as her brother," I said.
"How can you be sure that it's Karen?" Kieran asked.
"We'll compare dental records, and it is much easier with a name, also, would you mind coming in so we can ask a few more questions?"
"Of course, do you know how she died?"
"No, it's difficult to tell, unless it involves the bone structure, it will take a bit to get all the results back," I replied.
"Are you sure you want to be telling him this, he is our only suspect," Warrick said quietly behind me.
"Warrick, in a case like this, with not much to tell, small bits like that help the family, trust me," Kieran followed us to the street, and followed in his own car.
At the lab, Warrick and I asked some more questions, then I went to trace, she had just started my samples, "Page me if you find anything important, or when you're done, page Warrick if you need an extra hand," I said, before leaving.
I wandered the lab, and annoyed every tech in the place, before trace got back to me. With the report in hand, I went back to DNA, he had paged me, "I ran another sample that doc sent up from your skeleton, it's from the pelvic bone, doc wasn't sure if it would even hold DNA in the first place, but if you find the daughter, you can get a positive ID on the skeleton."
"I've got ID, the brother said that his sister left, two weeks after giving birth to a little girl, he hadn't heard from her since," I said.
I worked on the case for two more days, then I had to put it up, because there were to many other cases, and they were newer, there were several cases on the fish board, and the few clues in this one were so general, that the chances of finding the killer were slim to none.
^Nick, how was work today?^ Aaron asked, when I got back from the shift that I had to tack up the case.
^I had to put it on the fish board in the office today,^ I replied, sadly, it sucked having to put cases up there like that, because it was hard to go back to them later, of course this was already a cold case, so chances of it getting picked up later were even lower.
Time passes quickly when you're busy, and soon the years passed, and the FBI was able to transfer Aaron out of Vegas, when he moved, he left his bunk bed, so that he would have somewhere to sleep when he came home to visit, that would never happen though, circumstances and lies would keep me out of his life, and him out of mine.
A/N: Short chapter, I know, but I wrote it on a school field trip, that's where the digging came from, you try going to a dino museum, and not write about digging. Well that' s all for this chapter, next: Chapter 3 Son.