Thanks for your reviews. I don't mean to keep you all in suspense, well, maybe I do. But I assure you its never what it seems. This is the next chapter. But its not over yet. This is no where near the end of the story. Just trust me.
Grissom spread all of the evidence out on the table in the break room. It wasn't much use. All of the prints were Sara's and there wasn't a stray hair to be found. Wouldn't have mattered much if there was, since the blood came back unknown. He sighed and rested his head on his hands.
Normally, Conrad Ecklie would have taken an opportunity like this to gloat, but he'd been briefed on the situation, not to mention threatened by Catherine. He leaned against the doorframe, watching silently. Finally he decided to break the silence.
"Gil?," he knocked gently on the door. "I need to take those now."
"Please, Conrad, just one more moment," Grissom pleaded. "There's nothing here. Its all clean."
"Gil, Mobley doesn't want you near any of this," Ecklie reasoned. "He'll drop the case if he thinks you tampered with it. Now, do you want to find her or not?"
Grissom met Ecklie's gaze and siently started to put everything back into the box.
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Nick and Warrick had been assigned to a burned DB found in a backyard burn barrel.
"Aren't these things illegal?," Nick asked, shaking his head. He was doing his best to ignore the smell of smoldering flesh.
"Some parts of the county allow it," Warrick answered, also trying to ignore the smell. "But murder is always illegal."
Nick shone his flashlight on something on the ground. It shimmered as the light passed over it. He leaned down to pick it up and tears began to fill his eyes.
"Whatcha got?," Warrick asked looking over Nick's shoulder.
"Its Sara's ID," Nick shuddered. He silently picked up his cell phone and dialed Grissom's number.
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Doctor Robbins looked at the charred remains on the table in front of him. For the first time he felt wrong about doing an autopsy. This one was different. This time there was a good chance he was looking at Sara and his heart grew heavy as he reluctantly put his tools. He looked up to meet Grissom's grave gaze.
"Is it her?," Grissom questioned.
"Gil," Robbins started.
Grissom nodded, understanding before he'd asked that it wsn't possible to know that yet. He watched as Robbins made dental impressions and then prepared for the actual autopsy.
Grissom spread all of the evidence out on the table in the break room. It wasn't much use. All of the prints were Sara's and there wasn't a stray hair to be found. Wouldn't have mattered much if there was, since the blood came back unknown. He sighed and rested his head on his hands.
Normally, Conrad Ecklie would have taken an opportunity like this to gloat, but he'd been briefed on the situation, not to mention threatened by Catherine. He leaned against the doorframe, watching silently. Finally he decided to break the silence.
"Gil?," he knocked gently on the door. "I need to take those now."
"Please, Conrad, just one more moment," Grissom pleaded. "There's nothing here. Its all clean."
"Gil, Mobley doesn't want you near any of this," Ecklie reasoned. "He'll drop the case if he thinks you tampered with it. Now, do you want to find her or not?"
Grissom met Ecklie's gaze and siently started to put everything back into the box.
----
Nick and Warrick had been assigned to a burned DB found in a backyard burn barrel.
"Aren't these things illegal?," Nick asked, shaking his head. He was doing his best to ignore the smell of smoldering flesh.
"Some parts of the county allow it," Warrick answered, also trying to ignore the smell. "But murder is always illegal."
Nick shone his flashlight on something on the ground. It shimmered as the light passed over it. He leaned down to pick it up and tears began to fill his eyes.
"Whatcha got?," Warrick asked looking over Nick's shoulder.
"Its Sara's ID," Nick shuddered. He silently picked up his cell phone and dialed Grissom's number.
----
Doctor Robbins looked at the charred remains on the table in front of him. For the first time he felt wrong about doing an autopsy. This one was different. This time there was a good chance he was looking at Sara and his heart grew heavy as he reluctantly put his tools. He looked up to meet Grissom's grave gaze.
"Is it her?," Grissom questioned.
"Gil," Robbins started.
Grissom nodded, understanding before he'd asked that it wsn't possible to know that yet. He watched as Robbins made dental impressions and then prepared for the actual autopsy.