A/N I just wanna thank Kristen999, for educating me in the fine arts of line breaks, Kristen, I totally agree with you, it is a pain in the ass! Now maybe people will be able to make more sence out of Whispers.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, and I do not in any way own any Characters, you recognize, all the other are mine. Though I wish I owned a certain Nick Stokes/George Eads and Greg Sanders/Eric Szmanda
Chapter 6
Lori Madsen
Arriving roughly at the same time, Grissom and Sara was out of the Tahoe before Nick parked his. Seeing the circus of reporters grow by the seconded, upon hearing his named coming from the crowd, Grissom turned his back on the press. Then addressing his team.
"Greg I want you on the perimeter, Sara the kitchen and first bathroom, Nick your with me, photos, hallways, living room and entrance." Grissom said as they met at the front door, all placing footies on their shoes. Greg going his separate way.
"Hug the walls." Was all Grissom said walking in first, observing before processing. Nick began taking photos, Sara went to the kitchen immediately, taking notice of the two wine glasses on the counter, Sara's phone rang.
Answering, "Sidle, Hi Doc"
While Sara was conversing with Doc Robbins, Nick, was snapping photos, of the wine glasses, what looked to be a blood drop on the floor by the bathroom off the kitchen, squatting down, placing a marker, getting more photos from different angles,
"Griss, can you bring me my Phenolphalein and my swabs please" he said as he snapped a couple more pictures. Grissom bringing Nick his kit, saw the cordless, phone lying on the floor under the coffee table. Nick, swabbed the stain, squeezing a drop of phenolphalein on the swab, upon turning blue, Nick bagging the swab, "Positive for blood." Grissom was on his knees getting the phone from under the table, also finding a hair, retriving his tweezers from his kit, then placing the hair in small envelope .
"Thanks Doc." She said placing her phone back on her case, turning to Grissom "Tox came back from our DBs, they all had Rohypnol in their systems." Sara said, Grissom looking at the two wine glasses, "Get those glasses to toxicology." Griss said
Meanwhile, Greg, was collecting samples from a puddle in the back yard, and what appeared to be red dog hair and some more orange nylon fibers. Donning footies, taking his kit in to the house, Greg went straight to Grissom.
"Found some more of your favorite color of fiber" Greg said, holding up a small plastic evidence bag for Grissom to see.
Grissom took the evidence from him, and examined the fibers through the bag, then handed it back to Greg. Before turning he looked at Greg.
"Good job Greg" Griss replied and went in search of O'Riley, but not before he seen the smirk on Greg's face.
O'Riley was talking to the press hounds when Grissom found him.
"Sgt. O'Riley, was Lori Madsen, one of the bodies that was found in the woods at the park?" A local reporter asked shoving a microphone in O'Riley's face from the crowd of reporters.
"At this time, all we know is that Lori Madsen is missing." O'Riley said spying Grissom off to the side, away from the circus that he was at the moment in center ring. Photos snapping, questions jumping from the various reporters, demanding answers. O'Riley never really did enjoy confronting the press, normally it was the sheriffs
"Have any of the bodies been identified yet?" Another reporter asked.
"Yes, we have an I.D. for one of the bodies, but no names will be released until the rest of the family is notified." O' Riley wanting to speak to Grissom, O'Riley then stated
"That's all folks." Walking away from the calls for more answers O'Riley confronted Grissom.
"Gil, what have you got for us? Those people are scavengers, they want more info then what can be given to them." O'Riley said gesturing towards the blob of flashing lights and demanding questions that had one name behind it, the ugly monster of the press.
All Grissom did was sruntch up his nose and look away from the crowd.
"More fibers, probably a match to those found at the scene and the Jones house. Hair, wine glassed, two, she wasn't alone last night. I found the phone under the coffee table on the floor, now I don't know about you but when I leave the house, even in a hurry I put the phone back on the hook. I need phone records, I need to know who she spoke with last." Grissom said looking over at the constantly growing crowd of spectators. Wondering if their suspect, was in the crowd. After all, most murderers return to the scene of the crime.
"I'll get those records for you." O'Riley said going off in search of Veldez.
Back in the house Sara was dusting the handle from the bathroom door when she heard a soft but distinctive thud in the linen closet. Quietly placing her brush and dust container on the marble floor, taking her sidearm from it's holster, and her flashlight from her kit Sara slowly made her way to the to the door motioning for Nick to come over and cover her back. Nick with a confused look on his face and kit in hand, looked at from Sara to her weapon and back, Sara placed her finger in a shooshing manner, then gestured to the closet, Nick then taking his side arm out then handing grabbing his own flashlight, sidestepped Sara so he was also in the large bathroom, pointing the gun and light at the closet door, Sara slowly opened the door. And firing, when a black clad figure jumped out at her.
A/N Ok I thought since yall had to wait for so long for this chapter, I would reward all of you with a Cliffie! Enjoy!
