Chapter: World Turned Over

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Chapter Six: Who Say's This Isn't Real?

Gil Grissom went back to Ria's crime scene along with Nick Stokes. Evidence was nowhere to be found as the two of them began to search the area for the fifteenth time.

Nick let out a sigh as he snapped his latex gloves on. "Man, there is no evidence here."

"There has to be." Grissom said as he aimed his flashlight in all directions around the football field.

Nick was silent for a moment as he walked around the track hoping to find anything. The piece of hair on Ria's body wouldn't exactly give them a warrant but Brass was trying. "Griss," Nick said as he turned to look at his supervisor. "this doesn't make sense. Ria is in the band right? So how come 180 students didn't see this murder if they were coming back from band practice?"

Grissom's brows furrowed as he stood up from his squatting position. "Maybe she was falling behind as they were walking back."

"They're a marching band. They march from their practice on the field to the band room. She had to be with them when they were marching back or someone would have noticed she wasn't in line."

"How do you know so much about band?"

Nick smiled. "Dated a girl in the marching band. It was all she talked about. She even forced me to come watch a practice."

"Where's her horn?" Grissom asked, his eyes lighting up.

"At the lab."

Grissom quickly closed up his kit and turned to Nick. "You stay here. I think we might have something on that horn."

"What?" Nick asked confused as Grissom walked off. Did Grissom know something that he didn't?

"Excuse me," a voice said behind the Texan, "can I ask you some questions?"

When Nick turned around, a camera was suddenly placed in his face followed by a microphone being held by a reporter. How they were able to sneak up behind him was a question that even Nick couldn't answer.

"This is a crime scene. You're not allowed to be here." Nick said as he motioned at the yellow crime scene tape wrapping around the field.

"Is it true that you're trying to cover up Gregory Sanders?" She asked, completely ignoring his statement.

"I'm not answering any of your questions and can you please get off of the crime scene. You could be destroying evidence."

"When have you been worrying about evidence so much? You collect one hair and try to connect it with Marissa murdering Ria and then you tell me to move so you can try to find more evidence? Don't you see that all the evidence that there is to find does actually link Mr. Gregory Sanders to the murder."

Nick felt a surge of anger boil up inside of him as he glared at the reporter, a smug look at her face. "Did you ever inform your viewers that you're reporting a lie?"

The smug on her face suddenly disappeared.

Nick pressed on. "How are you so sure that you're right? You don't work at the crime lab, you don't know all the evidence that we have and you defiantly don't know what's going on. I think the only case that you should be concentrating on is the lie that you're telling viewers about Ria Anderson's case. Maybe you should analyze your evidence more."

The record light on the camera suddenly went off as the camera man turned away from his camera and looked at the reporter who herself was disgusted with Nick. Her grasp on the microphone was so tight that Nick was sure that the microphone would break in half.

He had pissed off the media.

"Not good." Sara said as Nick poured himself another cup of coffee. He had just come back from the crime scene and told Sara all about the reporter incident. "When you made the media mad Nick they go after anything about you. They began to make you look bad and at fault."

"The media doesn't scare me." He calmly told her as he took the coffee creamer and poured it into the cup. "I think it's actually funny."

Sara bit her lip. "It's not funny."

He stirred his coffee quietly as Sara leaned up against the break room wall, deep in thought. Nick could tell the whole media thing was bothering her so he decided to drop it and just continue with his community coffee. Ever since Greg had been suspended the CSI's had been living off of the Crime Lab's community coffee. The coffee was horrible. Boring. Bland.

"Ew," Nick said as he took a sip from the mug and made a face. "No matter how much cream and sugar I put into this crap it still doesn't top Greggo's."

Sara chuckled as she peeled herself from the wall. "I miss Greg's coffee."

"Do you have a Greg-coffee fetish Sara?" Nick asked jokingly as Sara hit him playfully on the arm.

Then Warrick entered the break room, throwing his manila case folder onto the break room table. Warrick was pissed.

"Rough day?" Nick asked as he brought the horrible, sour tasting coffee to his lips again.

"Damn lawyers," he ripped the coffee container from its spot, "I hate them all." He poured the rest of the coffee into his fairy large sized cup.

"Ah, court." Sara said as she took a seat across from Nick and crossed her legs. "Bet that was fun."

"The greatest thing that I've ever experienced." Warrick said sarcastically as he joined Nick and Sara at the table. "So," he took a sip and made a face, Nick smirked, "what are you two up to?"

"I'm actually on break."

Nick and Warrick looked surprised. Break? Sara? The two were like oil and water. They didn't mix. Sara never took a break.

She noticed their looks and rolled her eyes. "Oh don't look so surprised. Catherine and I finished our arson case already."

"That reminds me," Nick said as he stood up and dumped the rest of his coffee into the sink. "I've still got a homicide case."

Warrick raised his coffee cup into the air. "Good luck with that."

"Amen."

He walked the halls and people's heads began to turn. Whispers and rumors began to form across their lips as Greg Sanders walked past them in the hallway. Greg was no longer on suspension. Why? Because Grissom had decided that Greg should still be at work but not working on the Ria Anderson case. They needed him in the lab. Mia was overloaded and things began to slow down.

Nick was the first out of the CSI's besides Grissom who noticed Greg. Nick had turned a corner and nearly collided right into the young man. "Excuse me," Nick said as he began to continue his way but the spiked hair caught his eye. He stopped dead in his tracks and turned his head and Greg was smiling that goofy smile of his.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"I'm off of suspension."

Nick stared at him for a moment. "Really?"

"Yes, now I'm starving. Any food left in the break room for me?"

And things were going back to normal. Well, maybe.

"Hey Grissom," Jacqui said as she entered his office holding a piece of paper in her hand, "I was able to get a couple prints off of the French Horn."

Gil looked up at her, putting his glasses on.

"Here," she said as she handed him the paper, "None of Ria's prints were on that Horn. All the prints I got from the Horn belong to the one person."
"Drake Caliso," Grissom read from the paper. "He's a senior at Ria's High School."

Then the cell phone that was clipped on Grissom's belt began to ring. "Hold on," he told her as he placed the cell phone to his ear. "Grissom,"

"It's Brass. We've got a D.B at the Public Library."

"I'll have Warrick work on it."

"No, I think you should come."

"Why?" Grissom wasn't so sure if he liked where this was going.

"We think its Marissa's body and there's a flute placed next to her. It looks exactly like Ria's crime scene."

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