The terrible banging on Greg's door woke him up. Instinctively he turned to
the now empty side of the bed where Savannah had been. He felt the sheets
and discovered she had been gone for quite some time 'cause they were cold.
He got out of bed and threw a bathrobe around his bare body before he opened to find Brass and two boys in blue.
"Sorry for the wake-up call, Greg" said Brass as one of the uniformed cops entered the apartment.
"What's going on?" Greg turned and looked at the cop, but returned his focus at Brass as he spoke.
"Is Miss Turner here?"
"N-no, she's gone, why?"
"I'm afraid I have some bad news."
Nick rubbed his temples. He was sitting at the kitchen table trying to enjoy breakfast, but breakfast didn't agree with him today.
He felt like a traitor, a dirty, rotten traitor. He had only done his job and accordingly, but he felt like he had just rammed a sword straight through Greg's back.
What he had found was more shocking that he could possibly imagine. Savannah Turner was far from a doctor, she had never worked for any police department. The woman hadn't even finished college. As far as the money was concerned she was flat broke. What she hadn't gambled away she had spent on designer clothes and expensive cars.
It killed Nick that right now the police was probably over at Greg's place to arrest the woman.
When he had first seen it on black on white he couldn't believe it, but the woman was nothing more than a gigantic fraud.
She had probably gotten so used to the jet-set life that she couldn't return to a regular A-4 life. Murder was a just cause.
To tell the truth he wouldn't mind see her crash and burn, but it ate him up inside that Greg was a big part of this. He was so by loving that woman.
Greg had almost literally jumped into his clothes when Brass got a respond after putting out an APB on her car. It was parked outside her apartment and the officer that had called it in had not approached the building.
"Stay here, please" said Brass.
"No, I'm sure this is a huge mistake. Savannah has not killed anybody. I'm going with you to talk to her."
Brass gave in.
"Savannah!" Greg ran past the police officer that had been waiting for them. And he did not hear the officer tell Brass that he had tried to ring the doorbell and knock on the door several times.
He unlocked the door with the spare key Savannah had once given him and entered the apartment. The first think that struck him was the painful silence.
"Savannah!" he called out once more.
There was no reply.
"Detective" said the police officer.
Two heartbeats later Brass muttered "dear God".
Greg looked in the direction the officer was pointing and before Brass got as far as to screen Greg from the view his heart sunk in his chest from the dreadful sight and he fell to his knees after they gave in under him.
"Terrible" muttered Robbins.
Grissom stared at him. "Tell me."
"Not much to tell, really. She took a dive from the roof into the pool, head first, after slitting her wrists. No need to say the reason for the act suicide. The water was so shallow that the scull cracked, but she didn't die from the fall, she drowned."
"I guess you don't want to state the obvious...?"
"You're right." He sighed.
"I'll notify Greg." He turned his back on the coroner and left. He was not looking forward to this.
Greg just stared at him when he entered the lab. "You were right" he said apathetically.
"You should take a few days off."
"No. The last thing I need is time to think about this."
Grissom nodded. He didn't want to tell Greg about the circumstances around her death, nor her life. It was time for some wounds to close and heal.
He got out of bed and threw a bathrobe around his bare body before he opened to find Brass and two boys in blue.
"Sorry for the wake-up call, Greg" said Brass as one of the uniformed cops entered the apartment.
"What's going on?" Greg turned and looked at the cop, but returned his focus at Brass as he spoke.
"Is Miss Turner here?"
"N-no, she's gone, why?"
"I'm afraid I have some bad news."
Nick rubbed his temples. He was sitting at the kitchen table trying to enjoy breakfast, but breakfast didn't agree with him today.
He felt like a traitor, a dirty, rotten traitor. He had only done his job and accordingly, but he felt like he had just rammed a sword straight through Greg's back.
What he had found was more shocking that he could possibly imagine. Savannah Turner was far from a doctor, she had never worked for any police department. The woman hadn't even finished college. As far as the money was concerned she was flat broke. What she hadn't gambled away she had spent on designer clothes and expensive cars.
It killed Nick that right now the police was probably over at Greg's place to arrest the woman.
When he had first seen it on black on white he couldn't believe it, but the woman was nothing more than a gigantic fraud.
She had probably gotten so used to the jet-set life that she couldn't return to a regular A-4 life. Murder was a just cause.
To tell the truth he wouldn't mind see her crash and burn, but it ate him up inside that Greg was a big part of this. He was so by loving that woman.
Greg had almost literally jumped into his clothes when Brass got a respond after putting out an APB on her car. It was parked outside her apartment and the officer that had called it in had not approached the building.
"Stay here, please" said Brass.
"No, I'm sure this is a huge mistake. Savannah has not killed anybody. I'm going with you to talk to her."
Brass gave in.
"Savannah!" Greg ran past the police officer that had been waiting for them. And he did not hear the officer tell Brass that he had tried to ring the doorbell and knock on the door several times.
He unlocked the door with the spare key Savannah had once given him and entered the apartment. The first think that struck him was the painful silence.
"Savannah!" he called out once more.
There was no reply.
"Detective" said the police officer.
Two heartbeats later Brass muttered "dear God".
Greg looked in the direction the officer was pointing and before Brass got as far as to screen Greg from the view his heart sunk in his chest from the dreadful sight and he fell to his knees after they gave in under him.
"Terrible" muttered Robbins.
Grissom stared at him. "Tell me."
"Not much to tell, really. She took a dive from the roof into the pool, head first, after slitting her wrists. No need to say the reason for the act suicide. The water was so shallow that the scull cracked, but she didn't die from the fall, she drowned."
"I guess you don't want to state the obvious...?"
"You're right." He sighed.
"I'll notify Greg." He turned his back on the coroner and left. He was not looking forward to this.
Greg just stared at him when he entered the lab. "You were right" he said apathetically.
"You should take a few days off."
"No. The last thing I need is time to think about this."
Grissom nodded. He didn't want to tell Greg about the circumstances around her death, nor her life. It was time for some wounds to close and heal.