CHAPTER THREE
Sara, Warrick, Nick and Greg arrived at what appeared to big the biggest house in the history of Nevada. It was like a snow white castle with Greek columns and what seemed like endless stairs leading up to glass double French doors. The team drove their Chevy Tahoe around the circular drive-way and parked in front of a gigantic fountain.
"Well it's safe to say that they don't cheat on their taxes," Greg said as he jumped out of the backseat.
Sara: You'd be surprise how many people actually do cheat on their taxes…I mean you know wealthy people that do.
Greg: Oh I know…I remember when the Chases' did it…for twelve years straight and no one knew.
"Greg, Buffy is a television show, how many times do I have to tell you," Sara said. She then mumbled, "I knew it was a bad idea letting you and Archie hang out together."
Warrick: As much fun as it is watching you two and your verbal sparring, we are actually here to investigate, look for evidence, you know things of that sort.
Greg and Sara both mumbled sorry and as they all walked to the door. Greg managed to say loudly for everyone to here, "I don't know why I'm apologizing and I mean she so clearly was the one who started it all." Sara just turned and glared at him.
As they made their way up the stairs Nick looked through the glass doors and said, "I don't think anyone's home you guys."
Brass: He's here, trust me, they always are. And with that he rang the door bell. Lawrence Reynolds ran across his white tile floor to answer the door.
Lawrence: Can I help you gentlemen?
Warrick: Yea, can we search your house for evidence to find out what really happened to Sam and Christine.
Lawrence: No, I don't really think that's a good idea, you can leave the way you entered. And as he was trying to shut the door in their faces, Nick slammed his fist against it, "Well sucks for you then because we have a warrant with us, that entitles us to search the whole premise and take anything that would be considered evidence." With that Nick, Sara, Warrick and Greg entered the house. Before disappearing into the confines of the mansion Nick looked back with a smirk and said, "Brass here will keep you company, and don't worry when he cuffs you later it won't hurt too much."
Sara felt like she had been searching this house for years and she still had found anything. She had searched the kitchen, the library, the lounge, and the dinning room. Hopefully, the guys have found something. They did after all go straight to the girls' rooms. As she thought this she walked straight past what she remembered was Sam's room from the tape Archie had them watch earlier in the A/V Lab. She noticed Greg hunched over what seemed to be a dresser, so naturally curiosity got the best of her.
"Greggo, what are you looking at?" Sara asked teasingly as she entered the large room.
Greg stammering to close the drawer before Sara could see what he was looking at quickly stated what sounded something like nothing.
Sara: What did you say Greg? Because it is obviously not "nothing" if you're trying to hide it from me. Sara pushed Greg slightly out of the way and looked down and laughed. "Umm, can you tell me what her lingerie has to do with her being missing? Sara directed at the now blushing Greg who tried averting his eyes, yet Sara caught him. Damn, I should have known I can't hide anything from Sara. God, why did she have to walk in just now? Man, I totally feel like a pervert.
"Well, you see I was collecting evidence for the umm case. And well, it's not my fault Sam's drawer was open all the way." Sara just glanced at him knowing the truth was going to come out any second now.
"Okay so maybe it was open just a little or maybe not at all." Greg said looking down. "Besides Grissom told us to look everywhere, he put major emphasis on the everywhere."
Sara: Ahh huh sure what ever you say Greg. Sara looked down at the black lace bra that was now on top of the dresser. So this is the piece of clothing that got little Greggo here caught up in his fantasies.
Sara: Fredrick's of Hollywood, good store.
Greg: What?
Sara: The bra, that's where it's from.
Greg: Oh, of course, I knew that. Okay so no, I didn't know that but that still doesn't explain how you knew.
Sara looked at Greg and laughed before saying, "I have the same one only in red at home," with that she sauntered out of the room leave Greg with the rest of his thoughts. Oh yea, Sara thought, this is going to be an interesting case to solve.
Greg: So, you're not staying then?
Sara and Greg walked down what seemed like a never-ending hallway until they heard voices coming from a room. They both walked into the huge room and stared in amazement. In the center of the room up against one of the walls was an enormous king size wrought iron four poster bed with pink and black pillows piled on; it also had a black comforter with a lime green blanket lying on it. The walls were painted a hot pink with posters of various indie bands on them. Against another wall were a huge black dresser and a black love seat with pink and green pillows on it. Across from the bed hanging on the wall was a not too big, not too small flat TV screen. In one corner of the room were a silver Fender American Deluxe Stratocaster® electric guitar and a huge amp. A black desk was against another wall with a computer on it. Nick and Warrick were both sitting down near the desk reading what looked to be a black leather book.
"Find anything?" Sara asked causing both guys to jump.
"What are you guys reading?" Greg asked before Nick or Warrick could answer Sara's question.
Nick: Christine's journal.
Greg: What! You're reading her journal?
Warrick: Yea, so?
Greg: So? So? You can't just go and read a girl's journal it's very private. There are many insights into a women's mind from her journal that guys should never even see let alone know about. Plus it's an invasion of privacy.
Sara just scoffed at Greg and said, "Yea and looking at Samantha's lingerie drawer wasn't an invasion of privacy Greg?
Nick and Warrick both laughed at Greg's blush and smiled smugly.
Sara: However Greg's right and looking at Christine's journal is an invasion of privacy guys, just bag for evidence.
Nick: Yes mam.
Warrick: Yea, we're sorry Sara.
Sara just rolled her eyes and started walking out of the room to go process the uncle's den.
Nick waited until Sara was out of earshot before he asked, "So, G what was in Sam's lingerie drawer?
Warrick: Yea man, give us details.
Greg: Well, sorry guys my hands are tired, the only thing I can say is that black and red are now my new favorite colors.
Greg turned around and smugly walked out of the room leaving a very stunned Nick and Warrick to use their imagination.
Greg was starting to get bored. They had already gone through the most important rooms in the house and Greg was starting to get hungry. With Greg being bored and hungry he started to let his thoughts wander.
I wonder if Sam and Christine really are in trouble. I mean their uncle is jerk and Mark and Andrew, what a couple of asshole. All they care about is money and can't seem to get over the fact that some girls may not want them. I wonder what Sam's like, I mean she went to Stanford, I went to Stanford we already have something in common. Right why should it matter if we have something in common, this is a case with two possibly missing girls. Two gorgeous and sexy missing girls and I really need to stop thinking.
Nick: What?
Greg for second time since working this case snapped back to reality. "What, huh? Do you just say something?"
Nick: Yea I asked you what; you just said that you needed to stop thinking.
Greg: Oh, I said that out loud didn't I.
Nick: Yea you kind of did. Are you okay G; you really seem to be going off into your own little world on this case.
Greg: Yea, I'm fine. It's just that it's kind of hard not to go off into thinking mode on this case. You know what I mean?
Nick: Sure, come on let's go outside.
Greg: What's outside?
Nick: The pool house
Nick and Greg both silently walked to outside. Well, it's nice to know that I'm not the only one going off into la-la land on this case, thought Nick. It's just that I agree with Greg, whoa did I really just say that? Anyways it's hard not to think a lot about this case. The family and the fiancés are just hiding too many things, and then you have Christine and Sam. I mean are they really in trouble? And if they aren't what are they hiding. But why would Christine be hiding anything. Whoa, you better will stop while your ahead Stokes, this is a case, you can't just be thinking about someone like that in a case, even if they are beautiful and smart, and I'm just going to stop thinking.
Greg: Nick, where here.
Nick now snapped back to reality, "What?"
Greg: I said we've here, but this looks to me more like a small apartment than a pool house, I think I could fit my whole living room in there.
Nick: Yea, it is pretty big.
Nick and Greg both walked into the pool house. They had been looking around for what seemed like hours, but was really only 20 minutes. Greg getting tired of the quiet decided to break the silence.
Greg: So, Nick it seems like I'm not the only one going off into my own little world now this it.
Nick just rolled his eyes and continued to look for anything out of the ordinary. "Yea, G, your not the only one going off into la-la land, are you happy?
Greg: Very much so, so anyways Nick what are your thoughts on the case, I mean…
But Greg's words seem to fad into the background as Nick saw a security tape hidden under a of old pool cleaning equipment.
Nick: Hey Greg, do you want to tell me what a security tape is doing all this old equipment? He asked as he held the tape.
Greg: Well I don't know about you, but I wouldn't hid a tape there unless I've got something on it I wouldn't want other people seeing.
"You guys find anything?" Sara asked as Warrick and she walked into the pool house.
Nick: Yea, I found a security tape under all this old pool equipment.
Warrick: Now, why would you put a tape under all this crap unless you've got something to hide?
Nick: Greg and I we're thinking the same thing.
Sara: Well, we're pretty much done here so let's take all our evidence and get this tape over to Archie.
As they all walked back to the house they saw Brass standing in foyer.
Greg: So, what did you get out of the Uncle?
Brass: Oh you know how friendly he is. Threatened to take away my badge, saying how we have no legal right to be here, the usual stuff.
Sara: Well Nick and Greg found a video in the pool house underneath a bunch of old pool equipment.
"That could be one reason why he didn't want us in his house," said Brass as they all started getting into the Tahoe.
Nick: Yea, but if you're trying to hid something, why wouldn't you just destroy it?
Brass: Maybe, because he didn't have enough time to.