Conrad Dilbert sat in the interrogation room and rolled up his long sleeves. The bank manager had come through in record time, providing them with records that showed that not only had Dilbert been at work on the days each of the women were in the bank, but they had all been waited on by none other than Dilbert himself. While Warrick and Catherine ran to the courthouse to acquire a warrant for DNA, Brass, Gil and Greg watched their suspect from the observation room on the other side of the two-way mirror.
The door flew open and Catherine held out the warrant, out of breath from running through the lab halls. "Warrick dropped me off, he's on his way to Dilbert's apartment." She told them.
Grissom took the warrant from her and looked to Greg. "Let's go."
"Mr. Dilbert, we have a warrant compelling your DNA." Grissom handed the bank teller the paper and allowed him a moment to read it. "Would you open your mouth please." Conrad did, and Greg flipped open the cap of the tube in his hands, taking out the long stick with a piece of cotton on one end. Greg ran the cotton along the inside of Conrad's cheek, his saliva and skin cells attaching themselves to the cotton. Greg carefully slipped the swab back into the plastic tube and clicked the top back on with his thumb.
"I'll get this processed." He told Grissom and left the room, Gil was right behind him, leaving Conrad alone again.
Stepping back in the observation room, Gil looked to Brass. "How 'bout a line up?" Brass asked him.
Gil nodded. "We need Rai down here. But not Nick." Brass nodded in agreement.
They were on the couch, watching a biography on Winston Churchill, Rai's legs curled up on the sofa; Nick's were stretched out, feet resting on the coffee table, when his phone rang. Bringing himself out of his drowsiness, Nick pulled his feet off the table and reached for the cordless handset. "Hello?"
"Mr. Stokes?" A female voice came from the earpiece. "This is Jennifer McConnell in the DA's office, the prosecutor on your B&E has some free time and wants to go over the case with you before trial. Are you free to meet with him right now?"
"Ah," Nick glanced over his should to Rai still dozing on the couch. "Yeah. I can be there in about thirty minutes."
"Glad to hear it. We'll expect you then." She hung up.
Rai opened her eyes and looked at him questioning.
"DA's office wants to go over a case before trial." He stood up and pushed his wallet into his back pocket, out of habit, he clicked his holster and weapon onto his belt. "Wanna go with?"
She shook her head. "I'd rather not" she touched the bruising on her throat, "go in public until this goes away."
Sara sat in the black Tahoe four houses down from Nicks place and watched as came out the front door, gave Rai a quick kiss goodbye on her cheek and climbed into his truck. She swallowed away some of the guilt creeping up her throat as she saw Nick's brake lights come on briefly before he turned the far corner and drove out of sight. A moment later she was pulling in to the driveway, parking her Tahoe where Nicks had just been.
Rai looked out the peephole to see Sara standing on the porch. "Hey!" she said, opening the door wide for her friend.
"Hey." Sara answered stepping in and gave her friend a hug. "How're you feeling?"
Rai nodded. "Better." She saw something in Sara's eyes. "What's up?"
"We, ah, we have a suspect in custody." Rai stared at her, stunned. "We need you to look at a line up."
It took a moment for Rai to absorb the information. "Ok" she finally said.
Nick crossed his leg, his hand resting on his ankle, his foot bobbing up and down with his impatience. The secretary looked up from behind her desk, and with an understanding smile said, "I'm sorry for the wait, he ended up getting stuck on the phone. It shouldn't be long."
Nick nodded in acknowledgement and glanced at his watch.
Inside the private office, the attorney was on the phone. "Now, what exactly am I supposed to do?"
"Just keep Stokes there as long as possible." Brass's voice came from the other end of the phone. "I'll owe you." He added.
The attorney shrugged as if Brass could see. "Ok."
Back at PD, Brass click his phone shut and walked into Grissom's office from the hall where he'd made the call. Rai sat in the chair facing the desk, Sara next to her in the other chair. Signaling Gil with his eyes, Brass stayed in the doorway. "Ok," he breathed. Rai turned around in her seat. Brass looked at her. "Ready?"