Title: Boundaries
Chapter: 6
Author: Evidence
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Thanks to D and thanks to Under-the-Maple-Street- Bridge for her warm remarks.
The sirens and flashing blue lights were back on Beckworth Street, the day after they had first arrived. Grissom and Sara in their separate Tahoes both stopped at the same moment. They got out almost in unison and walked up to Brass and Nick.
"Whoa, are you two practicing for the synchronized parking Olympics because I think you have a real shot at winning." Brass laughed and then grew serious. "Evelyn Jasper is okay but her house is a mess. The mailman reported the crime; Mrs. Jasper wants to quote "Just forget about it." She's not giving us any details."
"Well then the evidence will have to do the talking," Grissom said. "Nick, what do you have so far?"
Nick sans baseball cap for once began, "I secured the crime scene, took some prints, photographed the destruction. Now I want to see if there is any evidence outside the house. This guy must be pretty gnarly to attack someone in the morning when it's light out and most people are up."
"Good work, check the outside perimeters I want to do a little more investing in Mrs. Jasper's home while we have a chance. Sara, would you help me?"
"Sure," she responded eager to begin.
"Do you think the two crimes are connected?" Nick asked.
"Verdict is still out on that. Lets see where the evidence will take us."
The Jasper home was fairly good sized with new looking furniture and a piano in the corner of what appeared to be the living room. Couch pillows and various papers were scattered about by the perpetrator of the crime. A plant stand was knocked over its brown soil flowing out on to the braided rug.
Grissom walked slowly around taking his surroundings in. It smelled of baby powder.
"Grissom, this vase is worth money, I wonder why it wasn't stolen," Sara said holding a crystal, gold plated vase in her hands.
"Maybe this wasn't about a robbery," Grissom responded.
That was when he noticed pictures on her mantle of Mr. Krammer and Mrs. Jasper. They were smiling at Lake Mead in one, in another they were fishing on a boat, and the last picture was of them at Disneyland with Goofy.
"Hmmm, I guess Mr. Krammer didn't just come over for dinner."
"Oh," Sara said looking at the pictures. "They were an item, a regular couple. Are you thinking small lie, big lie?"
Grissom shrugged. "I'd doubt Mrs. Jasper killed Mr. Krammer, she's too frail to stick a corkscrew in his neck."
Sara grinned mischievously. "Not too frail for some things though."
Grissom merely gave her his "stop it" look.
They continued their search of the house pausing on certain documents and such. The rooms were small so they were forced to stand close together nearly touching.
"Sara, look at this," Grissom said. In order to see Sara pushed up against him. He swallowed.
"A fiber like I found at the Krammer crime scene," Sara inhaled.
"Our crimes are connected," Grissom softly spoke wondering how to gently wedge the fiber out of the air conditioning unit in the bathroom. "Can you hand me my tweezers?"
"Um, let's see," Sara backed up slightly and retrieved them, handing them to Grissom.
"Thanks." Gently he pulled it out depositing it in the evidence bag Sara had all ready.
They both went to back up at the same time knocking each other over. Giggles of laughter erupted from Sara lying beside him.
"It isn't funny I think I hurt my back." Grissom rubbed at his lower back.
"Oh Grissom," Sara started with a laugh but was interrupted by the sound of feet.
"Um, hi," Nick said standing in the doorway noticeably uneasy.
"Nick, didn't Grissom ever tell you being a CSI was dangerous work?" Sara said quickly.
"Probably," he muttered, "I just wanted to tell you two I found skid marks from a possible SUV out front."
"You know what to do," Grissom said eager to get Nick away and for the color in his cheeks to subside.
"Yup, I'm heading to the lab right now. You two...have fun."
Sara and Grissom exchanged a look. "Now what?" She asked.
"Let's go back to our school days, our high school days and see if anyone is missing a fiber from a windbreaker," he held the piece of material up. "Then I think we'll have our number one suspect."
To be continued...
Chapter: 6
Author: Evidence
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Thanks to D and thanks to Under-the-Maple-Street- Bridge for her warm remarks.
The sirens and flashing blue lights were back on Beckworth Street, the day after they had first arrived. Grissom and Sara in their separate Tahoes both stopped at the same moment. They got out almost in unison and walked up to Brass and Nick.
"Whoa, are you two practicing for the synchronized parking Olympics because I think you have a real shot at winning." Brass laughed and then grew serious. "Evelyn Jasper is okay but her house is a mess. The mailman reported the crime; Mrs. Jasper wants to quote "Just forget about it." She's not giving us any details."
"Well then the evidence will have to do the talking," Grissom said. "Nick, what do you have so far?"
Nick sans baseball cap for once began, "I secured the crime scene, took some prints, photographed the destruction. Now I want to see if there is any evidence outside the house. This guy must be pretty gnarly to attack someone in the morning when it's light out and most people are up."
"Good work, check the outside perimeters I want to do a little more investing in Mrs. Jasper's home while we have a chance. Sara, would you help me?"
"Sure," she responded eager to begin.
"Do you think the two crimes are connected?" Nick asked.
"Verdict is still out on that. Lets see where the evidence will take us."
The Jasper home was fairly good sized with new looking furniture and a piano in the corner of what appeared to be the living room. Couch pillows and various papers were scattered about by the perpetrator of the crime. A plant stand was knocked over its brown soil flowing out on to the braided rug.
Grissom walked slowly around taking his surroundings in. It smelled of baby powder.
"Grissom, this vase is worth money, I wonder why it wasn't stolen," Sara said holding a crystal, gold plated vase in her hands.
"Maybe this wasn't about a robbery," Grissom responded.
That was when he noticed pictures on her mantle of Mr. Krammer and Mrs. Jasper. They were smiling at Lake Mead in one, in another they were fishing on a boat, and the last picture was of them at Disneyland with Goofy.
"Hmmm, I guess Mr. Krammer didn't just come over for dinner."
"Oh," Sara said looking at the pictures. "They were an item, a regular couple. Are you thinking small lie, big lie?"
Grissom shrugged. "I'd doubt Mrs. Jasper killed Mr. Krammer, she's too frail to stick a corkscrew in his neck."
Sara grinned mischievously. "Not too frail for some things though."
Grissom merely gave her his "stop it" look.
They continued their search of the house pausing on certain documents and such. The rooms were small so they were forced to stand close together nearly touching.
"Sara, look at this," Grissom said. In order to see Sara pushed up against him. He swallowed.
"A fiber like I found at the Krammer crime scene," Sara inhaled.
"Our crimes are connected," Grissom softly spoke wondering how to gently wedge the fiber out of the air conditioning unit in the bathroom. "Can you hand me my tweezers?"
"Um, let's see," Sara backed up slightly and retrieved them, handing them to Grissom.
"Thanks." Gently he pulled it out depositing it in the evidence bag Sara had all ready.
They both went to back up at the same time knocking each other over. Giggles of laughter erupted from Sara lying beside him.
"It isn't funny I think I hurt my back." Grissom rubbed at his lower back.
"Oh Grissom," Sara started with a laugh but was interrupted by the sound of feet.
"Um, hi," Nick said standing in the doorway noticeably uneasy.
"Nick, didn't Grissom ever tell you being a CSI was dangerous work?" Sara said quickly.
"Probably," he muttered, "I just wanted to tell you two I found skid marks from a possible SUV out front."
"You know what to do," Grissom said eager to get Nick away and for the color in his cheeks to subside.
"Yup, I'm heading to the lab right now. You two...have fun."
Sara and Grissom exchanged a look. "Now what?" She asked.
"Let's go back to our school days, our high school days and see if anyone is missing a fiber from a windbreaker," he held the piece of material up. "Then I think we'll have our number one suspect."
To be continued...