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Chapter 2
Back at the labs:
Hodge's lower lip couldn't have hung lower if they'd placed a lead weight over it. He stared dejectedly down at the shiny antenna in his gloved hands.
Nick gave him a sympathetic grin, and shrugged it off.
"It should snap right back in place, Man. No harm done." He grabbed the print off of Hodge's desk, and followed after Warrick leaving Hodges making small whimpering sounds.
Grissom dunked his tea bag a few last times before setting it aside to enjoy the hot liquid. He breathed in the fresh aroma before taking a cautious sip. Sara watched his actions. His every move seemed to intrigue her. She loved that she could study him leisurely without the fear of being caught. Grissom looked up. She grinned, and sipped her coffee. The crowded restaurant bustled around them, oblivious to the two silent patrons. He squinted his eyes at her, as if something of interest had suddenly come to him.
"What?" Sara set down her mug.
"Where were you this morning when I called?" His curiousity needed to be quenched.
"I was driving out through the desert." Sara looked into her coffee mug, and shrugged her shoulders. "It helps me relax. I turn up the music as loud as it'll go, and drive fast."
"Hmm." Grissom seemed satisfied by this answer. He leaned back in the booth. "Any thoughts on our missing murder weapon?"
Aw, back to reality and work.
"Several, but I'm more interested in finding the primary crime scene. She bled out. There was blood all over the inside of the car, but not near enough." She took another long sip of coffee.
The victim in question had been found sprawled across her car hood with multiple post-mortem puncture wounds. There were gashes across her chest where someone has sliced her horizontally with a sharp, thin object; likely a knife, but none were found at the crime scene. Also, the lack of blood at the scene pointed to this as the secondary scene.
"No word yet from Jacqui on our prints. She's still a Jane Doe." Grissom watched as Sara stiffened at the words. It was one thing not to find the murderer, but not being able to get the victim home to their family was something that Sara couldn't stomach. She set down her mug, pushed it forward, and grabbed the check.
"I got this one. You get dinner." She made her way to the counter, not waiting for him to follow. She felt the sudden need to be on the case, and not just talking about it.
TBC
(Short one, but very busy...will type out next soon!)