Story Title: World Turned Over

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Chapter Title: And The Media Knew

The only evidence that they had was a hair lifted off of Ria's body. It belonged to Marissa, the girl who had found Ria's body. When Nick first met her she seemed nice, shy and completely innocent. But that's how most suspects started out.

Nick stared at the girl from across the cold, hard interrogation room table. And she stared back. But when she looked at Nick she didn't seem scared but more pleased. Pleased with herself for something.

Brass sat at the end of the table, surveying the suspect. He didn't like the way she was toying with them. Flashing random smiles as checking her nails.

"Marissa," Nick said calmly as he opened up the manila folder, grabbing a sheet of paper from within it. "We found your hair on the body of Ria Anderson."

Marissa's lawyer gave out an amused chuckle. "Mr. Stokes," she said as she tucked a strand of her dark hair behind her ear, "Ria found the body. I'm sure as she was standing there her hair had fallen off. It could happen to anyone."

Nick's eyes looked over at the lawyer who leaned over to Marissa and whispered something into her ear. Marissa's lips formed into a smile as she nodded at her lawyer.

"Any other questions?" The dark-haired lawyer asked as she fixed herself in her seat. "Because I think it's quite obvious that you don't have enough evidence to connect Marissa with the crime scene."

And she was right. They didn't. They didn't find much evidence anywhere actually. What ever they did find though left them in dead tracks. As in someone set up the crime scene on purpose.

The lawyer pressed on, "Shouldn't you be talking to your CSI? If I'm not mistaken he's fingerprint was found on the murder weapon. Is the Crime Lab trying to cover up a crime scene investigator by pulling in suspects for silly, worthless evidence? You've found a hair. It belongs to Marissa. Yet, you find a fingerprint and it seems to have slipped your mind?" She stared at Nick, a playful smirk tugging at the edges of her lips.

Nick swallowed hard. Brass shifted in his seat. She had a point. She had them and she knew it. Nick could tell by the way her eyes sparkled at their meer silence.

"I see. Well, come on Marissa, we're done here." She rose from her chair, Marissa following. "Trust me Mr. Stokes, Mr. Brass," she said eyeing the two of them, "I will be letting everyone know about your little 'cover up'."

"Grissom!" Nick yelled as he caught his supervisor head out of his office, "Where were you?"

Gil turned around at looked at Nick, brow rose. "I had to finish some paperwork, why?"

The Texan let out a heavy sigh and shifted his weight to his left side. "Interrogation."

"What did you find out?" Grissom asked as he removed his glasses and stared at Nick, his brow was still raised.

"It's not what we found out but what her lawyer did. She thinks we're covering up Greg." He said as he pounded his fist onto the wall, "But we all know damn well that's not the truth. She says we have weak evidence and everything."

"Lawyer?" Warrick asked suddenly as he had emerged from a nearby room, curious to see what the pounding on the wall had been from. "I hate them."

"Who doesn't?" Nick asked as the two of them shared a faint smile.

Grissom went silent.

Nick was the first to notice. "Griss?"

"The worst thing that lawyer can do is get a hold of the media." Grissom said as he stared looking around for something. "Listen," he said as he looked back at Nick and Warrick, both had confused looks plastered on their faces. "You finish up with evidence. I'm going somewhere."

"What? Where?" Nick asked as his supervisor took off, leaving Nick with an unanswered question. "I hate it when he does that."

"Hello. Welcome to tonight's Channel 5 news. My name is Cathleen Robinson and tonight we have Kelly Jacks with a story of her own." The anchorwoman on the news channel said as a group of workers from the Crime Lab all gathered around the TV. It had only been one day and already the media was talking about the crime lab incident. Of course, they had the whole story wrong but how would the citizens know?

And the picture changed and a young woman stood, microphone in hand as Marissa's lawyer beamed at the screen. They were in front of a courthouse.

"Hello," she said as she flashed a bright white smile. "I am Kelly Jacks and here with me is Sarah Pesclia who is a lawyer here in Las Vegas. Sarah deals with many different types of cases but in the past couple days she has stumbled across one that has blown her mind away. It deals with your very own Las Vegas Crime Lab. It started when the suspect, Marissa Melson, was called in because of some evidence that was found at the crime scene. Of course, they began to harass poor Miss Melson and try to convince the girl that it was her who killed Ria Anderson. But, the crime lab seems to forget that their very own worker, Mr. Gregory Sanders has his fingerprints on the gun, the murder weapon."

"This brings questions up as what really is our crime lab doing? Are they giving us the real evidence or are they using it to cover themselves up? Maybe we here should do our own investigation."

Click.

Catherine had enough. She hated what the media did. The way they twisted everything just to have "juicy stories". She threw the remote down and some people in the break room began to mumble.

"Where's Grissom?" Catherine demanded.

"He's out at the crime scene I think." Hodges replied as he took a sip of his coffee.

"I'm giving him a call."

(Yes, so I update two times in two days. Feel proud oh, and reviews are nice. Also, little sneak peek at upcoming chapters. There is another killer linked to the murder of Ria. Also, Media VS Crime Lab and then the outcome of Greg and if he goes to court. Also, I realyl don't know the people on the newscast so sorry.)

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