1Just to be sure, I do not own CSI, Greg, Sara, Catherine, or Grissom. If I did, I would have my own room to put up my Jorja Fox pictures.
Sara photographed the note, which also had a picture of a hangman on it. She took the note down and placed it in an evidence baggy.
"Hey, Sara. Did you find anything?" Catherine asked when Sara returned to the scene. "Yeah, I found this note pinned to a tree. I figured we could find fingerprints on it. Did you find anything?" Sara asked. "Oh, just the usual teenage party accessories." Catherine said holding up a bag full of beer bottles. "But I think they were left here from a previous party." "And we found a possible cause of death." Greg chimed in. "Three 5-inch stab deep stab wounds in his stomach and chest." "I found the note pinned to the tree with a long kitchen knife." Sara said. "Possible murder weapon." "Did you bag it?" Catherine asked. "Of course." Sara replied while holding up a bag with a knife in it.
Back at the lab, Greg was teaching his replacement in the lab, a 24 year old blonde girl name Kara, how to use the fiber testing equipment. "And you put the fiber under the microscope. When you get a closer look, you find out that it is cotton." Greg explained. "From a T-shirt?" Kara asked. "No, look at the thickness of this thread. It has to be strong. It's probably from a tote bag." Greg explained again. "Why did my first case have to be a teenager? It feels like only yesterday I was in high school." Kara said. "Now you know how I feel." Greg told her.
At 27, Greg had seen his share of teenager cases. In the five years that he had been with the LVPD forensic science department, numerous cases had been dropped into his lap. On most of the cases, he felt bad for these kids who had their whole lives ahead of them.
"Jeff," Greg asked "Can you help me out here? I need you to tell me if you know who might have killed Evan Reynolds.". "Yeah Greg. I can tell you something." Jeff Sanders, Greg's brother, said. "I came here voluntarily cause I think I know who the killer is."
This got Greg a little excited. "Who do you think it is, Jeff?" "Someone who is in the choir." Jeff said. "Do you– Can you give me any names?" Sara asked. "No, Miss Sidle. I can't." Jeff replied. He got up to leave. "I've told you all I can. I'll see you later, Greg." Jeff left the room. Sara stood up and faced Greg. "You know what we have to do." she said. "Yeah, but we don't even know he's hiding anything." Greg said. "That's not even what I mean when I say that. I mean we have to get a handwriting sample from the choir and match it up to our note."