Sorry this took so long, I've been working a lot, and school, and I just realized that chapter 4 ended in a cliff hanger, so I have to write this chapter before I can post the chapter I do have done, and I've got another after that almost done.
Chapter 4b You Never forget
I took a step into the room, and looked over the body, she was probably eighteen, and she wore pajamas. "Nick, you start taking pictures of the room," Grissom said.
I started with the body, then I moved to the bed, the covers were not disturbed near the bottom of the bed, or on one side, I moved to that side, and took a couple more
"Nick, come here, and bring the Polaroid," Grissom said. I went to the hallway, where we had left our boxes. I grabbed the instant camera, leaving the regular one around my neck.
I stood next to where Grissom was crouching, "I know you're still on the general photos, but what does that look like to you?" Grissom pointed with his pen to a black spot on her pajamas, where there was no blood. I snapped a quick picture, after crouching next to Grissom.
"Looks like dirt," I said, lowering my head a little more, "No, it's a burn mark,"
"A round burn mark, on pajamas, it seems that someone is a smoker, maybe our killer," Grissom turned his head to look at me.
"Or it was already there," I replied.
"Maybe, go get the assistants to pick her up, will you," Grissom said.
I nodded, and headed out of the room. Once the girl was gone, Grissom sent me to check out the kitchen, I walked into the linoleum covered room, and looked around, I took pictures of the whole kitchen, and then checked each cupboard, to see if there was any thing out of place, I turned away from the wall, and looked at the island, I checked each drawer, Cath came in, "Nick, we found the knife, it's been wiped down, does it look like any of the knives in here?"
I went back a drawer, to the one I had just closed, and pulled it open, the knives were in slots, some with more than one knife, I took one out, and said, "If I was going to take something from their own kitchen, I'd use this one,"
"Is there an empty spot?" Cath asked.
"There is some space," I said, putting the knife back, and motioning to the upper half of the slot, meant for a bigger knife. "The smaller knives are all stacked,"
"That might help, thanks Nick, dust the drawer for prints," Cath left again. I shook my head, as I reached for my case, there were no finger prints, but I did come up with a strange print, I lifted it, and took it to Grissom.
"Grissom, I found a strange print, in the kitchen," I said, he stood from where he was kneeling on the floor.
"Let's see it," He took the lift sheet from me, and said, "A glove print, probably, but that you picked it up with finger print powder, means there was oil on it, maybe even sweat, dust the counters, see if you can find something else."
I nodded, and headed back, the counter took awhile, and I was getting bored by the end of it. Once the counters were done, I finished looking in the cupboards, and drawers.
I was checking the kitchen floor for fibers, when I glanced up, to see Carrie standing in the doorway. "I can't believe you are just willing to stay down here, all the action is upstairs."
"There is quite enough to do down here, I don't need to go up there," I spotted what I was looking for, on the perfectly washed floor, there were a total of five things, three of them were pieces of thread.
I held the bags up, the strings were three different lengths, one was three inches long, one was only a little bit, and the third was nearly two feet long, they were white, matching the floor.
"What's that?" Carrie asked.
"Thread, it seems weird that it would be on a perfectly clean floor though."
There was also a small amount of dirt, and a cloth fiber.
Carrie left, and I moved around the kitchen, there was a pantry with a broom, and I dusted that for prints, I found another funny glove type mark, the dust pan had the same mark on it. Grissom came in, "How's it going in here?" he asked
"The kitchen got a thorough cleaning, recently, the only prints I found, on the counter, was another one of the glove ones, and I checked the broom, on a hunch, it and the dustpan, have the same mark."
"What kind of killer goes through the trouble of cleaning up the whole crime scene, except where the murders took place?"
"I don't know, but I did find some things in here, there were three pieces of thread, different lengths, one of them, two feet long, a line of dirt, probably from sweeping, and a pale pink cloth fiber."
"Pale pink, there's nothing in this house that color, even upstairs, maybe something the killer brought in with him," Grissom said.
After Grissom headed out, I went over to the last door in the kitchen, it lead to a basement, I took out my flashlight, and stepped carefully down the stairs, each one gave a groan under my weight.
I got to the bottom, and shone my flashlight over the floor, it was bare cement, nothing caught my eye, at first, when I scanned my light over the far corner, I saw something pink, it was moving, "Grissom!" I called up the stairs, his footsteps arrived quickly, he stood at the top of the stairs, "What is it?" he asked.
"Come down here, You'll want to see this," I said, my flashlight had not strayed from the corner. Grissom came down, and stood behind me, "Let's check it out," he said.
I led the way to the object, it moved again, this time, I was close enough to see that it was a blanket, "Grissom, I've been interviewing neighbors, and they say that she just had a baby, a month ago," Cath called down. I knelt down, and with my gloved hand, moved the blanket, exposing a baby's face.
A/N well the last one was unintentional, but this one is very intentional, I'm actually starting to enjoy this accidental case file. Hee, hee, well that's it.
Chapter 4b You Never forget
I took a step into the room, and looked over the body, she was probably eighteen, and she wore pajamas. "Nick, you start taking pictures of the room," Grissom said.
I started with the body, then I moved to the bed, the covers were not disturbed near the bottom of the bed, or on one side, I moved to that side, and took a couple more
"Nick, come here, and bring the Polaroid," Grissom said. I went to the hallway, where we had left our boxes. I grabbed the instant camera, leaving the regular one around my neck.
I stood next to where Grissom was crouching, "I know you're still on the general photos, but what does that look like to you?" Grissom pointed with his pen to a black spot on her pajamas, where there was no blood. I snapped a quick picture, after crouching next to Grissom.
"Looks like dirt," I said, lowering my head a little more, "No, it's a burn mark,"
"A round burn mark, on pajamas, it seems that someone is a smoker, maybe our killer," Grissom turned his head to look at me.
"Or it was already there," I replied.
"Maybe, go get the assistants to pick her up, will you," Grissom said.
I nodded, and headed out of the room. Once the girl was gone, Grissom sent me to check out the kitchen, I walked into the linoleum covered room, and looked around, I took pictures of the whole kitchen, and then checked each cupboard, to see if there was any thing out of place, I turned away from the wall, and looked at the island, I checked each drawer, Cath came in, "Nick, we found the knife, it's been wiped down, does it look like any of the knives in here?"
I went back a drawer, to the one I had just closed, and pulled it open, the knives were in slots, some with more than one knife, I took one out, and said, "If I was going to take something from their own kitchen, I'd use this one,"
"Is there an empty spot?" Cath asked.
"There is some space," I said, putting the knife back, and motioning to the upper half of the slot, meant for a bigger knife. "The smaller knives are all stacked,"
"That might help, thanks Nick, dust the drawer for prints," Cath left again. I shook my head, as I reached for my case, there were no finger prints, but I did come up with a strange print, I lifted it, and took it to Grissom.
"Grissom, I found a strange print, in the kitchen," I said, he stood from where he was kneeling on the floor.
"Let's see it," He took the lift sheet from me, and said, "A glove print, probably, but that you picked it up with finger print powder, means there was oil on it, maybe even sweat, dust the counters, see if you can find something else."
I nodded, and headed back, the counter took awhile, and I was getting bored by the end of it. Once the counters were done, I finished looking in the cupboards, and drawers.
I was checking the kitchen floor for fibers, when I glanced up, to see Carrie standing in the doorway. "I can't believe you are just willing to stay down here, all the action is upstairs."
"There is quite enough to do down here, I don't need to go up there," I spotted what I was looking for, on the perfectly washed floor, there were a total of five things, three of them were pieces of thread.
I held the bags up, the strings were three different lengths, one was three inches long, one was only a little bit, and the third was nearly two feet long, they were white, matching the floor.
"What's that?" Carrie asked.
"Thread, it seems weird that it would be on a perfectly clean floor though."
There was also a small amount of dirt, and a cloth fiber.
Carrie left, and I moved around the kitchen, there was a pantry with a broom, and I dusted that for prints, I found another funny glove type mark, the dust pan had the same mark on it. Grissom came in, "How's it going in here?" he asked
"The kitchen got a thorough cleaning, recently, the only prints I found, on the counter, was another one of the glove ones, and I checked the broom, on a hunch, it and the dustpan, have the same mark."
"What kind of killer goes through the trouble of cleaning up the whole crime scene, except where the murders took place?"
"I don't know, but I did find some things in here, there were three pieces of thread, different lengths, one of them, two feet long, a line of dirt, probably from sweeping, and a pale pink cloth fiber."
"Pale pink, there's nothing in this house that color, even upstairs, maybe something the killer brought in with him," Grissom said.
After Grissom headed out, I went over to the last door in the kitchen, it lead to a basement, I took out my flashlight, and stepped carefully down the stairs, each one gave a groan under my weight.
I got to the bottom, and shone my flashlight over the floor, it was bare cement, nothing caught my eye, at first, when I scanned my light over the far corner, I saw something pink, it was moving, "Grissom!" I called up the stairs, his footsteps arrived quickly, he stood at the top of the stairs, "What is it?" he asked.
"Come down here, You'll want to see this," I said, my flashlight had not strayed from the corner. Grissom came down, and stood behind me, "Let's check it out," he said.
I led the way to the object, it moved again, this time, I was close enough to see that it was a blanket, "Grissom, I've been interviewing neighbors, and they say that she just had a baby, a month ago," Cath called down. I knelt down, and with my gloved hand, moved the blanket, exposing a baby's face.
A/N well the last one was unintentional, but this one is very intentional, I'm actually starting to enjoy this accidental case file. Hee, hee, well that's it.