Savannah stepped out of the bathroom with her hair wrapped in a
towel and sat down next to Greg on the couch. "Sorry for invading
your life."
He snorted. "Like you are much of an invasion. Of course I will help old high school friends if they need it."
"Speaking of which have you kept anything from those days?"
"Have you?"
"Like what, my virginity?" She snorted a short laughter when she saw the expression on his face. "Sorry, that one was too inviting to pass. No, I haven't. Most of it has gotten lost, moving around."
"All I have is a few books and a few of the tapes."
"Oh, God. Not those?"
He nodded.
A devil went through her. "You watched them while crying over me?"
"You want me to toss you out?"
"Poor baby." She grabbed his chin and kissed him on the cheek. "I know that the painkillers you are taking after the blast can have that side affect, depression I mean. For instance last year I broke my arm and the painkillers I took had that effect. I cried over the neighbor's cat being missing."
"What did you do?"
"Arrange a search party to get the cat back. No, I switched medication."
"Must be hard to work with one hand."
"Had no choice, can't let down the boss, you know..."
"Don't worry. Grissom won't allow us letting him down. You know what he did to me? He grew mildew under the sole of my foot. I could hardly walk."
The last sentence was barely out when she started laughing.
"That's friendship, alright. Mischievousness is more like it."
"Sorry" she said as she tried to control herself. "They don't call him Gruesome Grissom for nothing. The man's a legend."
"You've heard?"
"There's been rumors." She yawned.
"You've been through a lot, you should go to bed."
"I'm fine. I just can't believe all that has happened, the pointlessness in it all."
"Understandable."
The tone was getting too low for Savannah. She wasn't the type that wanted to dwell on the bad. She sat up. "So, how's life? What's it been, two months?"
"What can possibly happen in two months?"
She shrugged. "A lot. The reason why I ask is because I wouldn't want to be in the way of any possible lady companionship."
"What do you call yourself?"
She grimaced. "You know what I mean. If you have a girlfriend... I don't want to put you in an awkward position, I could always ask someone else."
"Awkward position? You mean like at Rick's?" He shook his head. "I have never been so embarrassed."
"What about the time when you decided to strip in my bedroom? I was sure my father would find you and kill you."
"A bit of childish fun." He remembered that incident and it was far from fun. In the start it had been, showing up at her house with a camcorder for her sister's school play. He wanted to have a bit of fun and told Savannah to strip for him so that they could make money. She had of course refused and he had stripped himself to show that it was nothing to be afraid of. The only flaw was that her parents came home as he stood in the middle of her room dressed in nothing but socks and a boxer.
The worst part wasn't that they had heard the car far too late, her mother climbed the steps faster than a cheetah could run so he had to dive under the bed to keep out of sight. He knew that her father would kill him if he found him in his daughter's bedroom.
Of course Savannah nearly blew his cover by almost laughing her butt off as her mother entered the room.
Luckily her father took the car and left again so that he could escape the premises. Her mother still told the story to her bridge friends so it was safe to say that he avoided every woman above the age of fifty.
"I don't think you have ever been in so much trouble as when I have been around. I was sure that Rick was going to kill you as well. Although it was only a fair game of Twister."
"It probably looked like something else."
"Of course, you cheated by tickling me. Real mean thing to do" she added.
He looked at his wristwatch. "You know, I would really like to get up in the morning so I think I'll turn in."
"Yeah, and I'll burn your tapes."
"You'll leave them alone. Would you really let a Hollywood director miss the chance to see me strip?"
"You're not all that."
"No, I'm more. Look, you have the choice, I'm for the feminist stuff and all that, you can chose between the couch and the bed."
"I'm taking the bed."
"No, you're not."
"Then why did you let me choose if you're not man of your words?"
"I made you believe you had a choice."
"We can both take the bed. If you stay on your side then I'll stay on mind."
"Sure you can keep your hands off?"
She got to her feet. "Positive."
Greg was the same as always when he returned to work the next day. That was more than what could be said about his friends. It seemed like they were all trying to avoid him, like they were waiting for some axe to drop. He just hoped it wouldn't be dropped on him.
But hope never take you anywhere. Grissom was the one to drop the bomb.
"Greg?"
He had been standing with his back turned but now faced his boss. "What?"
"How well do you know Miss Turner?"
"What do you mean?" The question sounded more like a sneer from an angry Pitbull than a real question. He probably hit the "defense" button a bit too fast. "Better than anyone."
Grissom just nodded. He wasn't about to tread on a ground angels wouldn't dare to put a toe.
"I can tell you right away that she isn't capable of such a heinous crime."
"The evidence, Greg" said Grissom calmly. "Speaks for itself. All i can do is listen." He left before the lab technician could say anything. The more Greg defended her the more he would think her innocent, the more devastated he would be if she was guilty of these crimes.
"The reason why you are here is because some things are very uncertain" said Grissom. Brass had left the interrogation over to him because of the delicacy of the situation; not only was one of the CSI team personally involved, this woman was an heir of Adrian Turner, a man who had build up a small empire. Plus she was working at a hospital. The mere thought of the publicity this would get... That was things Grissom cared little about, but Brass did.
"Like what?" asked Savannah.
"Like where were you when Sabrina Monroe fell down the stairs?"
Savannah looked at him with a stone face. "I have no idea, the time of death is not known to me."
"Between 10 and 11 previous Saturday morning."
"At the super market and no, no one can really verify that i was there."
He nodded. "What about Tuesday between 12 and 12.30?"
"The lab. Tracy was with me, but she can't verify it either. But doctor Owen can."
Grissom nodded. "Thank you."
She got to her feet, assuming that the interrogation was over.
"What about between 2 and 3 today?"
She stared at him. "I went home to get some clean clothes."
Grissom had been staring at her hand the whole time. She had a rather irritated red mark at the base of her thumb, most likely from a bee. "Where did you get that bee sting?"
"There's a nest of bees just outside my bedroom window. Are we done?"
"I can give you something for the pain."
"It's ok."
"I insist." He got to his feet and left the room. He returned about two minutes later with a cotton pad with some kind of liquid. He rubbed the red mark and when he was done the pad mysteriously disappeared. "now you may go."
She was halfway across the room when he asked her "Aren't you curious as to who's dead and how?"
She just stared at him. "Good afternoon, Mr. Grissom." She left the police station with a distinct goal.
He snorted. "Like you are much of an invasion. Of course I will help old high school friends if they need it."
"Speaking of which have you kept anything from those days?"
"Have you?"
"Like what, my virginity?" She snorted a short laughter when she saw the expression on his face. "Sorry, that one was too inviting to pass. No, I haven't. Most of it has gotten lost, moving around."
"All I have is a few books and a few of the tapes."
"Oh, God. Not those?"
He nodded.
A devil went through her. "You watched them while crying over me?"
"You want me to toss you out?"
"Poor baby." She grabbed his chin and kissed him on the cheek. "I know that the painkillers you are taking after the blast can have that side affect, depression I mean. For instance last year I broke my arm and the painkillers I took had that effect. I cried over the neighbor's cat being missing."
"What did you do?"
"Arrange a search party to get the cat back. No, I switched medication."
"Must be hard to work with one hand."
"Had no choice, can't let down the boss, you know..."
"Don't worry. Grissom won't allow us letting him down. You know what he did to me? He grew mildew under the sole of my foot. I could hardly walk."
The last sentence was barely out when she started laughing.
"That's friendship, alright. Mischievousness is more like it."
"Sorry" she said as she tried to control herself. "They don't call him Gruesome Grissom for nothing. The man's a legend."
"You've heard?"
"There's been rumors." She yawned.
"You've been through a lot, you should go to bed."
"I'm fine. I just can't believe all that has happened, the pointlessness in it all."
"Understandable."
The tone was getting too low for Savannah. She wasn't the type that wanted to dwell on the bad. She sat up. "So, how's life? What's it been, two months?"
"What can possibly happen in two months?"
She shrugged. "A lot. The reason why I ask is because I wouldn't want to be in the way of any possible lady companionship."
"What do you call yourself?"
She grimaced. "You know what I mean. If you have a girlfriend... I don't want to put you in an awkward position, I could always ask someone else."
"Awkward position? You mean like at Rick's?" He shook his head. "I have never been so embarrassed."
"What about the time when you decided to strip in my bedroom? I was sure my father would find you and kill you."
"A bit of childish fun." He remembered that incident and it was far from fun. In the start it had been, showing up at her house with a camcorder for her sister's school play. He wanted to have a bit of fun and told Savannah to strip for him so that they could make money. She had of course refused and he had stripped himself to show that it was nothing to be afraid of. The only flaw was that her parents came home as he stood in the middle of her room dressed in nothing but socks and a boxer.
The worst part wasn't that they had heard the car far too late, her mother climbed the steps faster than a cheetah could run so he had to dive under the bed to keep out of sight. He knew that her father would kill him if he found him in his daughter's bedroom.
Of course Savannah nearly blew his cover by almost laughing her butt off as her mother entered the room.
Luckily her father took the car and left again so that he could escape the premises. Her mother still told the story to her bridge friends so it was safe to say that he avoided every woman above the age of fifty.
"I don't think you have ever been in so much trouble as when I have been around. I was sure that Rick was going to kill you as well. Although it was only a fair game of Twister."
"It probably looked like something else."
"Of course, you cheated by tickling me. Real mean thing to do" she added.
He looked at his wristwatch. "You know, I would really like to get up in the morning so I think I'll turn in."
"Yeah, and I'll burn your tapes."
"You'll leave them alone. Would you really let a Hollywood director miss the chance to see me strip?"
"You're not all that."
"No, I'm more. Look, you have the choice, I'm for the feminist stuff and all that, you can chose between the couch and the bed."
"I'm taking the bed."
"No, you're not."
"Then why did you let me choose if you're not man of your words?"
"I made you believe you had a choice."
"We can both take the bed. If you stay on your side then I'll stay on mind."
"Sure you can keep your hands off?"
She got to her feet. "Positive."
Greg was the same as always when he returned to work the next day. That was more than what could be said about his friends. It seemed like they were all trying to avoid him, like they were waiting for some axe to drop. He just hoped it wouldn't be dropped on him.
But hope never take you anywhere. Grissom was the one to drop the bomb.
"Greg?"
He had been standing with his back turned but now faced his boss. "What?"
"How well do you know Miss Turner?"
"What do you mean?" The question sounded more like a sneer from an angry Pitbull than a real question. He probably hit the "defense" button a bit too fast. "Better than anyone."
Grissom just nodded. He wasn't about to tread on a ground angels wouldn't dare to put a toe.
"I can tell you right away that she isn't capable of such a heinous crime."
"The evidence, Greg" said Grissom calmly. "Speaks for itself. All i can do is listen." He left before the lab technician could say anything. The more Greg defended her the more he would think her innocent, the more devastated he would be if she was guilty of these crimes.
"The reason why you are here is because some things are very uncertain" said Grissom. Brass had left the interrogation over to him because of the delicacy of the situation; not only was one of the CSI team personally involved, this woman was an heir of Adrian Turner, a man who had build up a small empire. Plus she was working at a hospital. The mere thought of the publicity this would get... That was things Grissom cared little about, but Brass did.
"Like what?" asked Savannah.
"Like where were you when Sabrina Monroe fell down the stairs?"
Savannah looked at him with a stone face. "I have no idea, the time of death is not known to me."
"Between 10 and 11 previous Saturday morning."
"At the super market and no, no one can really verify that i was there."
He nodded. "What about Tuesday between 12 and 12.30?"
"The lab. Tracy was with me, but she can't verify it either. But doctor Owen can."
Grissom nodded. "Thank you."
She got to her feet, assuming that the interrogation was over.
"What about between 2 and 3 today?"
She stared at him. "I went home to get some clean clothes."
Grissom had been staring at her hand the whole time. She had a rather irritated red mark at the base of her thumb, most likely from a bee. "Where did you get that bee sting?"
"There's a nest of bees just outside my bedroom window. Are we done?"
"I can give you something for the pain."
"It's ok."
"I insist." He got to his feet and left the room. He returned about two minutes later with a cotton pad with some kind of liquid. He rubbed the red mark and when he was done the pad mysteriously disappeared. "now you may go."
She was halfway across the room when he asked her "Aren't you curious as to who's dead and how?"
She just stared at him. "Good afternoon, Mr. Grissom." She left the police station with a distinct goal.