Chapter Twenty Two- New Information
"Well, uh...someone bailed Johnson out."
"WHAT?!" Grissom yelled, and the CSIs stared at him curiously.
"Who?!"
"Uh...this man named Luke Lansing...he was a lawyer for Johnson, and made Johnson look like a victim as well. But then, Mr. Lansing totally changed the lawyer thing, and just got a bunch of money, and bailed Johnson out!" Brass replied.
"Did you do a background check on this...Luke Lansing?" Grissom asked, irritated.
"Yea, that's the first thing we did...turns out, Mr. Lansing is 'just' the head boss of a huge law agency who earns 1 million dollars or more every time he gets a case, which is almost every other day!" Brass exclaimed sarcastically. Grissom scoffed.
"He's filthy rich...who is Rick Johnson to Mr. Lansing?"
"Well, Mr. Lansing says, quote on quote, 'my best friend, he's just like my real brother'."
"Huh, but how does a full-time criminal like Rick Johnson get time to meet and get real friendly with a full-time rich, non-criminal lawyer like Luke Lansing?" Brass sighed on the other end.
"I don't know...previous case, maybe? But, I do know that something's up...and it's not good."
"Really? A penny for your thoughts?" Grissom asked.
"Well, I have a gut feeling that Mr. Lansing isn't who he says he is."
"Meaning that you don't think Luke Lansing is Rick's buddy at all? But how can you tell?"
"During the interrogation, Lansing acted calm and cool...too calm and cool. I mean, I've seen past interrogations where accusers' lawyers are their friends or family, and the lawyer-friend always says something to the accused, at least a 'how are you doing?' But, once Lansing entered the room, he sat down, and got right to business. No eye contact with Johnson, no 'Hi', no 'how are you doing?', and it seemed to me, that Rick was pretty clueless as to having a lawyer at all."
"Hmm...makes sense, so, you think someone else sent Luke Lansing to bail Rick Johnson out? But now, the question is who, Nigel Crane is dead..."
"Yea, who and why." Brass added, then he sighed.
"Oh boy, this case is really getting to me...so, how's the kid?"
"Who, Greg?" Greg looked up to Grissom questioningly.
"Yea."
"Well, he's got a broken leg, multiple cuts and bruises all around his face, arms, legs, and body, he's got broken ribs, gunshot wound on his shoulder, and a broken arm, other than that, he's just peachy." Grissom said, looking at Greg, while Greg was grinning at the word that he thought Grissom would never use, 'peachy'.
"Whoa, Sanders is gonna have some scars...tell him 'get well' for me."
"Will do." Grissom replied.
"But anyway, since Johnson's out, he might try to do something to Greg...Johnson wanted Greg dead..." when Brass spoke those words, Grissom's smile fell into a frown, and he became sullen-faced.
"And Rick Johnson never gives up on his targets, no matter what." Grissom finished for Brass, and Brass sighed.
"That's right, I don't think that we want Sanders to go through anything else that has to do with Johnson."
"Yea...alright then, we'll stay here for awhile...or, better yet, you meet three of us at the lab in half an hour, and the two others will stay in the hospital with Greg. Alright, bye." Grissom hung up, put the cell phone back into his pocket, and sighed wearily.
"Griss? What's wrong? Who was that?" Warrick asked, and Grissom sighed again.
"That was Brass, and Greg, he tells you to get well, and he also told me that...uh..." Grissom didn't want to continue, he didn't want to be the bearer of bad news, especially not for the younger lab tech.
"A man named Luke Lansing bailed Rick Johnson out." Greg said softly, voicing he suspicions of the CSIs. Grissom nodded, and he confirmed all of their fears.
"How did you guess?" Grissom asked, sarcastic, but Greg took it in as a real question.
"It was obvious, you said the name Luke Lansing like it was a swear word, you sounded so angry and detective-like on the phone with Brass, you had that work face on, and you also mentioned Rick Johnson's name. Oh yea, and you said, quote on quote, 'And Rick Johnson never gives up on his targets, no matter what.' Also, you wanted two people to stay with me while three of you will meet Brass in the lab to figure this thing out." Greg said, and Grissom nodded.
"So, that means that Johnson isn't gonna stop until he sees Greg...dead..." Catherine said.
"My genius intuition tells me that I am in deep dog doo-doo." Greg said, half-joking. The CSIs smiled at Greg's small display of humour.
"Yea, we think you are..." Grissom stated quietly. Then, Grissom filled the CSIs and Greg in on the conversation that him and Brass just had.
Afterwards, Grissom, Catherine, and Sara went back to the lab, while Nick and Warrick stayed behind to look after Greg and to have some "male- bonding" time. Little did they know, even now, Rick Johnson and another person (who I will reveal next chapter) were brainstorming different ways to "get rid" of Greg Sanders.
"Well, uh...someone bailed Johnson out."
"WHAT?!" Grissom yelled, and the CSIs stared at him curiously.
"Who?!"
"Uh...this man named Luke Lansing...he was a lawyer for Johnson, and made Johnson look like a victim as well. But then, Mr. Lansing totally changed the lawyer thing, and just got a bunch of money, and bailed Johnson out!" Brass replied.
"Did you do a background check on this...Luke Lansing?" Grissom asked, irritated.
"Yea, that's the first thing we did...turns out, Mr. Lansing is 'just' the head boss of a huge law agency who earns 1 million dollars or more every time he gets a case, which is almost every other day!" Brass exclaimed sarcastically. Grissom scoffed.
"He's filthy rich...who is Rick Johnson to Mr. Lansing?"
"Well, Mr. Lansing says, quote on quote, 'my best friend, he's just like my real brother'."
"Huh, but how does a full-time criminal like Rick Johnson get time to meet and get real friendly with a full-time rich, non-criminal lawyer like Luke Lansing?" Brass sighed on the other end.
"I don't know...previous case, maybe? But, I do know that something's up...and it's not good."
"Really? A penny for your thoughts?" Grissom asked.
"Well, I have a gut feeling that Mr. Lansing isn't who he says he is."
"Meaning that you don't think Luke Lansing is Rick's buddy at all? But how can you tell?"
"During the interrogation, Lansing acted calm and cool...too calm and cool. I mean, I've seen past interrogations where accusers' lawyers are their friends or family, and the lawyer-friend always says something to the accused, at least a 'how are you doing?' But, once Lansing entered the room, he sat down, and got right to business. No eye contact with Johnson, no 'Hi', no 'how are you doing?', and it seemed to me, that Rick was pretty clueless as to having a lawyer at all."
"Hmm...makes sense, so, you think someone else sent Luke Lansing to bail Rick Johnson out? But now, the question is who, Nigel Crane is dead..."
"Yea, who and why." Brass added, then he sighed.
"Oh boy, this case is really getting to me...so, how's the kid?"
"Who, Greg?" Greg looked up to Grissom questioningly.
"Yea."
"Well, he's got a broken leg, multiple cuts and bruises all around his face, arms, legs, and body, he's got broken ribs, gunshot wound on his shoulder, and a broken arm, other than that, he's just peachy." Grissom said, looking at Greg, while Greg was grinning at the word that he thought Grissom would never use, 'peachy'.
"Whoa, Sanders is gonna have some scars...tell him 'get well' for me."
"Will do." Grissom replied.
"But anyway, since Johnson's out, he might try to do something to Greg...Johnson wanted Greg dead..." when Brass spoke those words, Grissom's smile fell into a frown, and he became sullen-faced.
"And Rick Johnson never gives up on his targets, no matter what." Grissom finished for Brass, and Brass sighed.
"That's right, I don't think that we want Sanders to go through anything else that has to do with Johnson."
"Yea...alright then, we'll stay here for awhile...or, better yet, you meet three of us at the lab in half an hour, and the two others will stay in the hospital with Greg. Alright, bye." Grissom hung up, put the cell phone back into his pocket, and sighed wearily.
"Griss? What's wrong? Who was that?" Warrick asked, and Grissom sighed again.
"That was Brass, and Greg, he tells you to get well, and he also told me that...uh..." Grissom didn't want to continue, he didn't want to be the bearer of bad news, especially not for the younger lab tech.
"A man named Luke Lansing bailed Rick Johnson out." Greg said softly, voicing he suspicions of the CSIs. Grissom nodded, and he confirmed all of their fears.
"How did you guess?" Grissom asked, sarcastic, but Greg took it in as a real question.
"It was obvious, you said the name Luke Lansing like it was a swear word, you sounded so angry and detective-like on the phone with Brass, you had that work face on, and you also mentioned Rick Johnson's name. Oh yea, and you said, quote on quote, 'And Rick Johnson never gives up on his targets, no matter what.' Also, you wanted two people to stay with me while three of you will meet Brass in the lab to figure this thing out." Greg said, and Grissom nodded.
"So, that means that Johnson isn't gonna stop until he sees Greg...dead..." Catherine said.
"My genius intuition tells me that I am in deep dog doo-doo." Greg said, half-joking. The CSIs smiled at Greg's small display of humour.
"Yea, we think you are..." Grissom stated quietly. Then, Grissom filled the CSIs and Greg in on the conversation that him and Brass just had.
Afterwards, Grissom, Catherine, and Sara went back to the lab, while Nick and Warrick stayed behind to look after Greg and to have some "male- bonding" time. Little did they know, even now, Rick Johnson and another person (who I will reveal next chapter) were brainstorming different ways to "get rid" of Greg Sanders.