Chapter 6: Findings
Disclaimer: Please see the first chapter
The pager went off not more then ten minutes after Libby sat down on the couch. She rubbed her eyes and then glanced down. It was Greg with a 911 page.
She finished her soda and threw it in the recycling bin and headed out the door…barely missing Nick as she headed out.
"Hey, Libby. How goes the first night?" he asked.
"Well, it's been really busy. But so far, so good, I guess." She said.
"Good. Well, if you need anything, I'm just down the hall."
"I think I'm fine. Thank you though."
"No problem."
She headed down to the lab. Greg was bouncing around like a little kid. When she walked through the door, he flashed her a devilish smile.
"Okay, Greg. What has got you all bouncy?"
"Well, I managed to get a hit through CODIS. The saliva that was found at the scene belongs to a Tera Masterson. That's so hot!" He exclaimed.
"And Tera Masterson is?" She asked.
"Only the hottest star in adult entertainment."
"Gee, Greg. I didn't realize you were so fluent in that. Let me guess, that's what you do on your nights off. Since your lame attempts at picking up chicks doesn't work, you go home and watch a little of the girl-on-girl fantasy."
"Well, yes and no. Being a single male, I do need to let out some pent up emotions… but it's not due to my lack of prowess with the ladies. I'm just too hot to handle."
"Uh-huh. Sure Greg."
"Anyway…I was going through the rest of your findings and came upon two very distinct fibers. Dyed polyester…"
"Like satin." She said.
"Exactamundo, my friend." He finished.
"Any prints off of the knife that Grissom and I collected?"
"Yes but I have nothing to compare it to."
"Well then, I guess we bring in Miss Masterson for a bit of an interrogation."
"Can I watch?" Greg pleaded.
"NO!" She yelled. "I'm going to go meet with Grissom."
"And then go talk to Brass."
"Brass?"
"Jim Brass. I take it you haven't met him yet."
"Nope. Not yet. Haven't had time."
"Okay."
She looked at Greg and then headed down Grissom's office. When she got there, there was another gentleman in the room. He was in his early fifties. He was kind of pudgy and balding…the perfect description of a detective.
"Grissom." She said walking in.
"Hey, Libby. You're just in time. This is Detective Jim Brass. Brass, this is Libby Porter."
"Ah. The new CSI from Minneapolis."
"Yep." She said cheerfully.
"Is she always this perky?" He asked.
"Not really. What's going on Libby?" Grissom asked.
"Greg got a hit off CODIS for a Tera Masterson. Her saliva was found at the scene."
"Great! Brass?"
"We'll get her in here."
A.N.
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