That evening, with a search warrant in hand, Nick and Grissom followed the homicide detective to an apartment building near the outskirts of town. The group parked their cars outside the building and went to the manager's office. The manager, a thirty-something man with white blonde hair was shocked to learn that the police wanted to search Krystal's apartment, but when they told him the news, his face fell. He grabbed his keys and led the trio out of the office. The group climbed the stairs in silence and when they reached the floor that Krystal's apartment was on, the manager just led the way to the door. The man slid the key into the dead bolt and undid the lock, allowing them entrance into the single bedroom unit. Upon entering the living room, the two CSIs and the detective were blown away at what they found. There was a white board mounted on the far wall next to a bulletin board. Beside that was a four shelve bookcase full of three-ring binders. On an end table were a police quality scanner and a map of the area with a Las Vegas Police Code list sitting next to it. The furniture was sparse and simplistic. It reminded Grissom of his own life: solitary and simple. "I'll take the bedroom," Nick said, sliding latex gloves on and moving towards the closed door at the end of the short hallway.
Opening the door, Nick spotted the dresser with the mirror over it. Taped to the mirror was an envelope simply labeled: "Dr. Grissom." Touching the edge of the envelope slightly so that he could read it, Nick called out, "Hey Gris, you may wanna come here."
Out in the living room, Grissom was just slipping on his own pair of latex gloves when Nick called to him. He walked the few paces to the door and saw what Nick was touching. Peeling the taped envelope off the mirror, Grissom slid open the unsealed flap and pulled out a folded piece of typing paper. He read over the note quickly.
Dear Dr. Grissom,
If you're reading this right now, it means I'm dead and you're searching my apartment for clues as to who the killer is. I'll save you some time. In the top drawer of my night stand is a diary. In its pages are the clues you might be looking for.
Sincerely,
Krystal Davies
Grissom walked over to the night stand and slid open the top drawer. There was nothing in it except the diary, which the investigator slid carefully out. It was a mere composition book from one of the office stores. The kind teachers bought for their students to write journal entries in. Grissom opened the hard-bound black cover and skimmed through the pages. All of them seemed to be filed. He asked Nick for an evidence bag and put the diary inside and bagged the note separately.
He then went out into the living room to continue searching as Nick went on in the bedroom. Grissom walked over to the bookcase and pulled out one of the three-ring binders. In it he found pages and pages of notes taken from crime scenes. The language was so descriptive he almost didn't need pictures, but even then there were photographs of some of the procedures that were described. Grissom remember that on several instances Kyrstal had a camera with her. When he inquired about it, she told him it was for procedures and not actually crime scene photos. Why they let her get away with all that she did, he didn't know.
Next, Grissom moved over to the bulletin board. Tacked to it was map of the greater Las Vegas area. There were pushpins at locations all over the map of the city. Grissom suspected they were of crime scenes. If they were, you could certainly tell the areas of frequent nighttime crime. Continuing to move around the room, he encountered something he wasn't expecting: a television. Beside it was another bookcase, this time full of video cassettes. He read the titles, none of which seemed to indicate much of what was on them. They were simply labeled "Tape 1," "Tape 2," etc. He pulled out "Tape 1" and popped it into the VCR. Turning on the television, he saw that the tape contained forensic science shows. Beneath the two shelves of VHS tapes, Grissom found more three-ring binders. Opening one, he found descriptions of what was on each of the tapes. Upon further inspection, he found the three-ring binders each to be labeled with the same names as the tapes. Inside were details of what procedures were used in each episode of the forensic science shows. The girl was dedicated; Grissom could say that.
In the bedroom, Nick was examining the bedclothes for any DNA evidence. Under the ultraviolet light, the bodily fluids glowed. "Oooh, Krystal's been having some fun!" Nick sang out.
Grissom walked back down the short hall to see what Nick was all excited over. "What was that?" he asked coolly.
Nick shone the light over the bed again in the dark, "Look Gris. She's had somebody in bed with her."
"Yeah, but when?" Grissom asked.
Nick thought for a minute. "Well, it had to be during the day because she was either working or out on the scenes with us. And more than likely it was over the past few months during the summer break from school because she probably didn't come home much during the school year."
Grissom stared at Nick before commanding, "Bag it; we'll have Greg run the DNA." As Nick was bagging the sheets, Grissom wandered into the bathroom. In the tiny trash can by the toilet, he found an empty pregnancy test box. Inside the box was the testing device. According to the back of the box, the device read positive. Krystal obviously hadn't believed it and went in for a second test, just to make sure.
Grissom continued his trek around the tiny apartment. In the kitchen he found a refrigerator only partially full, along with the cabinets being half full told Grissom that she didn't spend much time at home. He was the same way; cupboards practically bare and experiments in his refrigerator instead of food. He knew by walking around her tiny apartment, which served as her operating base more than anything else that she would have made a great addition to their team.
Nick continued searching, but after about thirty minutes of finding no other glaring evidence of who could've possibly killed Krystal, the duo decided to call it quits for the search. Plus they had to get going to McDonalds on East Lake Mead Boulevard. They needed to talk to the crew members before any of them got anxious and decided to skip town. Right now they were the only lead they had to go on.