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The teenager glared at nick angrily,"If it hadn't been for your damn ass, I'll be, like, gone now!" Nick scowled but didn't say anything.
"Hey, watch your mouth, kid!" said Brass,"what's your name?"
"I'm not telling ya one stinking thing!"
Warrick said,"Hey, we know you killed the other kid back there already! Cooperate so nothing will be worse for you!"
Grissom said nothing, he was staring at the boy in a way he usually did with his bugs. Nick was staring at the boy too, then he said, "Warrick, Brass, I don't think he did it..."
The kid laughed in Warrick's face,"hah! Told ya' I did nothing!"
Warrick had to be held back by Nick before he could harm the teen. Catherine and Sara both looked puzzled.
Brass asked"Yeah? How so?"
Nick replied,"He doesn't have any defensive wounds on him while the victim has. No cuts on his hands either, so he did not handle the murder weapon,"
The teen squirmed around in Brass' grip yelling,"Lemme go! I'll call my lawyer!"
Warrick shot him a dirty look before turning to Nick,"Oh yeah? If he is not the suspect, who is he?"
However, it was Grissom who answered with a smile,"Witness."
The teenager, whose name turned out to be jake, was put into the interrogation room. Brass managed to dig out a little information from past records of him like he was a sixteen-year-old and he was abandoned by his parents when he was only four.
Jake bounced from foster home to foster home but he was way too hard to manage. No guardian had been able to tolerate his hot temper and destructiveness for more than a month. Jake also had the habit of running away.
There were no records whatsoever indicating a last name but his last guardian's were a mr and Mrs Anfield.
After running from them for the upteenth time last year, the couple did not bother to find him anymore.
Jake spent time living in the streets of Vegas, stealing clothes and food and doing drugs with various other teenagers. It took over three grueling hours of grueling interrogation and research to get these information, with no help from Jake himself.
Tired out, Brass entered the room where the two way mirror stood, Grissom and Nick were there, watching the boy, who was shifting around in his seat with a resentful look on his face.
Brass muttered,"I've received more swear words in less than three hours than anyone else would have in their entire lifetime. This kis is a walking dictionary of them,"
Grissom said,"Maybe so, but he is our only witness,"
Nick said,"But he's not talking, is he? If he belongs in a gang, maybe one of his mambers did it and Jake is protecting them..."
Grissom nodded,"I've seen that before... but it is still too soon to tell,"
Brass said,"Not if I can help it. C'mon, I need backup,"
Grissom and Nick followed Brass into the interrogation room. The boy did not look up once.
Nick said,"Hey, Jake, what if we make a deal with you?" walking right up to the boy, holding a palm out,"You tell us what you saw and we'll let you go free. No charges,"
Jake stared up at Nick for a moment, eyebrow arched, then he spat force fully onto Nick's palm, remimding Brass a lot of his daughter, Ellie, who had done the same thing on his badge.
Brass started towards the teen but Grissom held him back.
Nick winced, and drew his palm back. Jake was looking at him, as if trying to see how Nick will react.
But Nick merely said,"Guess not..."
Brass said angrily,"Hey, kiddo, you've gone too far... how would you-"
Nick interrupted,"No Brass... it's OK,"
Jake looked at him, visibly surprised.
Brass replied,"None the less, we're keeping him in lockup for the night, until he wants to talk,"
Jake was taken into the temporary holding cell after that interrogation.
In the cell, he let out a gloomy sigh. it's not hat he didn't want to talk, but he knew that he'll be killed if he ratted out. The guy had threatened him so badly... 'Don't think about that,' Jake immediately instructed himself.
Instead, he thought about getting out of this palce. 'Damn that detective for landing me here. they don't care what happens to me at all...' he thought. But one guy was different, that one... nick. Jake frowned, he had expected Nick to yll at him or even attack him after Jake had spat on hi, but Nick didn't.
Maybe he shouldn't have done that. Nick seemed decent. But wait, Mr and Mrs Anfield seemed decent too, until Jake accidently broke a few things around the house.
After running away for the fifth time, they didn't bother to come after him anymore, that's when he ran into some guy, who introduced him to coke.
Jake regretted it afterwards, but he couldn't stop. Decisions, he really regretted maming this one. It had been great the first few moments, but the after effects were terrible.
Suddenly, he was interrupted by a couple of distant voices outside. He recognized one, Nick's. He didn't recognize the other, a deeper voice but it sounded familiar.
Nick was saying,"I'm glad I've got a day off tomorrow, sleep late, for a change,"
The other voice replied,"Yeah... you are damn lucky. I'll have tons of work ready for you when you come back," Nick chuckled.
"Oh, got anything out of that kid... Jake?" continued the other.
"Nothing... just got his saliver all over my hand..."
"What? Geez! That kid is crazy!"
Jake scowled, then he heard Nick's reply,"Nah...I don't think so, Warrick, Imean, if you look, he really isn't a bad kid..."
Jake raised his eyebrows. Nick continued,"Anyway, there's a big game on Sunday, Luna Cable. Wanna come over?"
Warrick replied enthusiastically,"Sounds great! I'll be there. Dilemer Street, right? I keep forgetting..."
Nick relied,"Yeah, number 42,"
They passed by the room holding Jake, then out of sight. Jake frowned,"Dilemer Street..." he muttered softly.
TBC
Review as always. I made up Nick's address, does anyone know if there is the correct one?