Thoughts: well, this is the 2nd chapter of muh first fanfic.... more suspense coming.....
Disclaimer: still dont own CSI.... a big hectic sched for me, perhaps if i own them...
SECOND CHANCE
II – INVESTIGATION
Three hours later, police cars surrounded Faber Apartment. The blinking lights didn't fade away. It was always like this. Lights never go out in Vegas. The air was still chilly but this time, heavier and damp. It was an eerie feeling. This usually happens, especially when there is a crime committed.
An elevator was going up the building. The light from no. 2 moved to no. 3. A few seconds later, the door opened and a man stepped out of it. He carried a kit and wears a jacket that has a big, white 'FORENSICS' label on the back. The lines on his face, the weary eyes and his graying curly hair indicated his age and experience for the job. Lack of sleep was reflected in his blue eyes but he chose to move with this case even though his body was heavy to continue. He headed straight toward the door to apartment room no. 314, which was now open.
Inside, cops roamed the scene. But he was looking for someone else. Someone they call Brass. Jim Brass is a homicide detective that has been with the team for years. He found him behind the window, and walked faster toward him.
As Brass spotted him, he sighed with relief. "Grissom. Thank God, you're here."
Grissom stopped as he faced the detective, looking worried. "What happened?"
"Sara's missing. Just last night. Leaving this mess behind."
He pointed to the shattered fragments of the cup on the floor. Grissom looked around the place. Everything just seemed to be in order. 'There has been no force entry or argumentation… Except maybe for this broken cup here. But I bet Sara knows who her abductor is.'
He turned to Brass. "But why?"
"I don't know. Looks like it's your job to find out."
Grissom nodded and turned away from Brass. He now begins to examine the place, observing the first scene with the broken cup. He bent down and took pictures of it.
Meanwhile, Brass turned to the cops. "Okay now, people. Since this place is cleared, let's depart this place, take your positions outside and leave this to the CSI's to investigate.
The cops left leaving Grissom behind. Then Brass came up to him. "So this is all yours. Keep me posted."
"Okay."
Then Brass left the room, without touching the door, leaving it open.
After taking pictures, he picked it up piece by piece, wearing his latex gloves so as not to contaminate evidence, and put it inside an evidence bag. He paused for a while and looked to the window above him. 'This was behind the window.' He imagined Sara standing there, looking outside and someone grabbed her from behind, shocked her, making her drop the cup of coffee.
As he picked up the last piece, he held it up and noticed blood on the edge. He resumed back to thinking that while she struggled, she was backed away and fell to the floor, her arm bruised by the fragment. He flinched at the thought. He didn't like it Sara being hurt and, yes, he's seen her at times but he didn't want anyone to know that when Sara feels pain, it's like he feels the same. 'God, what happened to Sara? I wish I was there.' He sighed. 'But I know, you know him well. And when the time comes we face each other, I'd give him the best of it,' he swore to himself.
No one can possible tell what emotion really is reflected in his eyes. You will think it's worry. But what kind of worry? Worry for losing one of your best assets in your career? Or worry for a "special friend"? Maybe both. But which weighs more? Only he can tell, but he will not let anyone know. Not if he wants to lose his career, which he built and kept for all of his life, and most especially, this girl, who was almost everything to him.
His thoughts were disrupted at the coming of his crew, Warrick and Nick, to help him out over the scene.
"Hey," Nick greeted.
"Wouldn't have you waited?" Warrick asked as he saw Grissom packing up his first set of evidence.
"Guys, we need to process fast. So there's no time to delay. And besides…" He pointed to his watch. "…you're late." He suddenly looked irritated. "Will you get started?"
Nick and Warrick looked at each other and got to work. Nick took pictures in the living room and Warrick examined the entrance to the scene. A few minutes later, he called out, "I've got a print!"
Both Grissom and Nick looked up. Grissom nodded. It was a print from the doorknob. Grissom paused for a while.
"Uuhhh… Warrick," Grissom started. "I needed you to do something else for me. Go and find the manager or supervisor and ask to whom this hanky belongs to."
He held out a white hanky with the initials 'RN' on it. He handed it over to Warrick while Warrick pass the print to Grissom. He left after that and Grissom and Nick got back to work.
For almost an hour, they've checked the scene until it was cleared. Still there was not much evidence collected. Finally, Grissom stood and packed up.
"Nicky, I want you to stay here. We've finished the whole scene. I want you to do the perimeter. If you found something, call me. I'm going back to the lab to process the collected evidence that might give us leads."
Nick nodded and stayed where he was, still examining the scene, double-checking. As Grissom headed for the door, he bumped into Warrick.
"Hey!" Warrick blurted out in surprise.
"Have you got anything?"
"Listen. The hanky belonged to a service attendant. Rod Nelson. He didn't notice that he dropped that while cleaning Sara's room. The door was open, thinking that nobody's home so went on checking. But as he saw the broken cup, he realized something's wrong and told it to Mr. Petersen, the manager. He told me that he was the one who told the boss everything and called us in. Petersen seconds the motion making Nelson not a suspect."
Grissom paused as Warrick finished his news. Then he faced him. "I need you to do another thing for me. Ask for a list of visitors that came here and logged in between 9-12, okay?"
Warrick nodded and after seeing the acquiescent, Grissom hurriedly got to the elevator and immediately left. While on the elevator, he just waited there. 'Whoever did this to you, Sara, I'll make him pay. Wherever you are, I will find you fast.'
He got into his Tahoe and drove. After about ten minutes, his phone rang.
"Grissom," he greeted into the phone.
"I've got one for you." It was nick on the other line. I've searched the perimeter and found a shoeprint just at the back of the building. Looks like the guy who abducted Sara might have carried her and didn't got through the front door."
"A matter of escaping." He lifted an eyebrow. 'Looks like he's strong, having to carry Sara all by himself through the back door only by using ladder. He must have been fit.'
"Yeah… And Griss? It's size 13."
TBC
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