Disclaimer: My last name is not yet Zuicker or Mendolsohn, hence my lack of ownership of CSI.
A/N: Thanks for reviewing! I'll try to put all suggestions to good use for this chapter!
Oil and Water
"Wait, this woman is your cousin?" asked an astonished Nick.
"From what I can tell, yeah. I haven't seen Sua for a while, but she still looks the same."
"Her name is Sua?"
"Well, no not really. Everyone nicknamed her that because of what she was into; drugs, alcohol, drag racing. Since we figured she had a death wish, she was called Sua. You know, Sua Sidle....suicidal?"
"Ah, I see."
"Her real name is Jessa, unless she changed it."
Beepbeepbeeeeep. Sara looked at her pager.
"Jacqui gotta hit. Keep me posted."
She left the A/V lab and settled into a chair beside Jacqui at the fingerprint lab.
"What kicked out?"
"Jessa Smythe; from the San Franc-
"San Francisco area? " Sara said, plastering a fake smile across her face.
"Yeah, charged with drug possession and buying alcohol for minors."
"Some things never change."
"You know her?"
"Kinda. Thanks."
She left the lab abruptly in search of Grissom. He was found in the DNA lab, waiting upon the results of the white substance found on the dresser. The printer beeped out the results.
"Results on the white powder?" Sara inquired. Grissom had a smug look on her face.
"Cocaine."
"Figured. We identified the woman suspected of being in the room with our vic." She handed her supervisor what AFIS had found.
"Jessa Smythe. Charged with drug possession in San Francisco in '98."
"You were working there then. Did you deal with her?"
Sara hesitated. She knew that if she told Grissom that this was her own blood relative, she'd be taken off the case. But then again, she hadn't worked the case, so this was a safe question to answer.
"No, but I was briefed on it."
At that moment, Nick walked in with a still photo in his hand.
"Archie isolated a still of the woman's face." He handed it to Grissom. He looked at the picture, then back at Sara. She froze. This was one case she absolutely wanted. As long as she only dealt with the evidence and wasn't called in to interrogation, no one would know.
"Good, get Brass to find her. Sara got a name through AFIS, her name is Jessa Smythe."
"I'm on it."
As if luck was completely against her, Grissom had asked Sara to accompany him to the interrogation of the suspect.
"Why can't Nick go? I'm kinda backlogged with paper work..."She stammered. If Grissom asked her to be in the room to help interrogate, chances are the subject of family would come up.
"You've never put paperwork before suspects." Grissom argued.
"Yeah, Sara, and besides, I'm still working with Archie trying to find if there are anymore people that might've been in that room." Nick teased. That was it. Sara was defeated.
Sara sat in the room, looking through the two-way mirror. This wasn't so bad. At least Sua couldn't see her. She was probably still angry that her cousin didn't bail her out six years ago.
"What's your relation to Tony Sciazo?" Brass asked, sitting by the mirror.
"Good, steer away from personal questions; she might try to bring me in on this," Sara thought.
"He was my boyfriend." Jessa sat in the chair, looking very calm, like she did this all the time. Her hair was shoulder length, brown and wavy. She wore dark clothing but she had bright blue eyes. She stared at Grissom, then Brass, waiting for the onslaught of more questions.
"Is that why you were in Vegas? To see your boyfriend?" Grissom asked, sitting across from Jessa.
"No, we were here visiting someone."
"Does this someone have a name?" Brass asked coldly. The suspect reminded him of his own daughter, but with a lot more attitude.
"Depends on who's asking." She replied, leaning back in her chair.
Sara bit her lip; her eyes grew wide.
"The LVPD's asking, so give us a name."
Jessa stared at Brass, her eyes shifting to the mirror.
"Isn't there usually someone else at these things?" Jessa almost told the CSI and detective.
"Ooh, it's like dealing with a seasoned professional."
"I know a thing or two about law enforcement."
"Really? Records show only two arrests, or did your friends fill you in on the process, because you seem like the type who'd have lots of friends in prison."
"It's in my blood."
"Your parents are in the force."
"No, my cousin is."
Sara felt her blood boil. She felt as though if her name was even so much of thought of, she'd have no control over her actions.
"Your cousin? Does he fill you in on these proceedings?" Grissom asked.
"She. And no, she doesn't. I like to know what the law is beforehand so I know how to get off when I'm caught."
"You've piqued my interest. Who's your cousin? I'm a pretty well-liked guy, maybe I know her," Brass said.
"I'm almost certain you both know her."
Sara shifted uncomfortably as Jessa gave a sly smirk. Grissom must have noticed it too, because he looked at Jessa with interest.
"Sidle." Grissom almost whispered.
"My dad's last name. I had my last name changed during college to get away from my cousin's goody-two-shoes image. It's amazing how many people knew such a loner bookworm."
Both Brass and Grissom gave sideways glances towards the mirror.
It looks like I'm off the case now."
TBC
A/N: As always, I'm up for criticism and suggestions! Try me! I'm good to use 'em!