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A/N Sorry this took so long for me to update. Again, school is pretty busy and I don't have that much time to write. I'll try my best to update more often. Thanks for all the reviews!
The blue car they found was registered to a Jonathan A. Craft; a suspect Grissom questioned a few years back. It was a homicide; two teens found dead, stabbed to death. Jon Craft was the owner of the 'one stop shop' the two kids' bodies had been dumped behind. It was his knife that stabbed the two kids, as well, but he wasn't guilty. Apparently, his friend has framed him. Grissom stood outside the car which was now parked in the lab's garage. He was wondering if Jon Craft thought he could pull off a murder and make it look like he was once again being framed or if Mr. Craft really was being set up again. Maybe someone was using Jon Craft's car to throw Grissom off.
He opened up the car and looked inside, glancing over everything briefly before he would delve in deeper to try and find every piece of evidence the car held. Doing this only reminded him of one case before Sara's DUI. He and Sara were working together, gathering evidence off a suspect or victim's car, frankly, he didn't recall that detail. She was angry that day; angry at him. He remembered her telling him what a stupid reason he had for nominating Nick for the promotion. It's just now that he realized how unhappy he made her. Sometimes, most of the time, he would try to avoid her, but now he wished he'd been with her more times than he had. And even still, he regretted turning down her dinner off that time after the lab explosion. All he could do now was try his hardest to find her and make sure she was alright. He didn't want to think about what he'd do if she wasn't okay.
A few moments passed and Warrick walked by, stopping to check in with Grissom, "Hey Griss."
"Hello. Anything new?" Grissom looked up.
"I found a necklace at the crime scene just after you had left. I just sent it over to trace, see if we can get any DNA off of it and possibly verify it as Sara's."
Grissom nodded, "We just had this car brought in."
"Yeah, Brass was telling me; belongs to Jonathan Craft, right? You need any help with it; I'm waiting for the lab results."
"Thanks; I'll take the front, you take the back."
Grissom opened up the driver's side door and took a look around. He looked to the head rest and spotted a hair. It was small and blonde, not fitting to the darker-haired man the car belonged to.
"Someone besides Jonathan drove this car lately," He told Warrick.
"A mom, dad, sister, brother, friend…" Warrick named the possibilities.
"Most likely male, but I don't recall him having any brothers and his dad had darker hair, balding slightly."
"So we're temporarily ruling out his immediate family. A friend, then?" Warrick asked.
"Seems likely. Brass is bringing Jonathan in for questioning right now, so I guess we'll find out soon."
Both men went back to work in silence. The only sound was that of the two men maneuvering around in the car and bagging any evidence they found. It was nearly an hour and a half before anyone said anything.
Mia came in the doorway, he face flushed, "I have two matches for DNA on that necklace. One is Sara's; the other is 'unknown.'"
"What about the prints I gave you… did a match come up?"
"Yes, that's the odd part. It's a match to Barry Steingard."
"The lawyer?" Grissom questioned.
"The lawyer," She confirmed.
"You don't think?" Warrick asked.
"It's a possibility," Grissom said.
"Why?"
"There's plenty of motive, but what's more important is that we have another suspect and we're that much closer to finding Sara."
Mia, who figured she wasn't needed there anymore, said, "I have to go; I'm up to my ears in work and Ecklie was breathing down my neck earlier."
"See you later," Warrick replied as she walked out the door and back into the lab.
Brass sat at the desk opposite Jonathan Craft. Another officer stood behind Mr. Craft and by the exit.
"Well isn't this dejavou (A/N I have no idea if I spelled that right), Jon? Okay, so the blue Chrysler, it's your?" Brass said, folding his hands.
"Yeah, I've had it for a while now, but the other week I was driving behind a dump truck… some big stone came flying out at me and cracked the windshield. It was at the shop until a couple days ago, so I've been driving a rental."
"Do you let anyone else drive your car? Friends? Relatives?"
"Well, yes. I mean, if a friend needs to borrow the car, I'd hand the keys over. I'd rather walk or take the bus wherever I have t go, have a little change every once and a while, you know?"
Brass nodded, "Who was the last person, besides you, to drive in your car?"
Jon thought for a second, "Well, yesterday my friend borrowed it, never brought it back though. He said he was going to get gas for his truck. Apparently, some hooligans thought they'd drain his tank overnight as a prank."
Brass nodded again, "You said he never brought it back?"
"Nope; I called him, but he never picked up the phone or called back. I stopped by his house and nobody was home."
"Okay, did your friend take anybody in your car with them, or did he lend it to anybody?"
"Like I said, I haven't spoken to the guy since yesterday. You can go look for him if you want; maybe you'll have more luck that I did."
Brass handed him a piece of paper. "Sure, write down your buddy's name and address for me, then you're free to go."
"Thanks," Jon said, scribbling down his friend's contact information on the paper.
The man was escorted to the parking lot and Brass picked up the paper. The name written down was David Roberts. He couldn't help but wonder why the name seemed so familiar.
A/N Okay, there's the end of that chapter. I should have more time to write this upcoming week. I'm finally finished with my project and I don't have a lab write up due this week so I have more free time. I'm really sorry it took so long to update this. I'll try to have the next chapter up in a few days, if not, then next Friday at the latest. Once again, thanks for all the awesome reviews! D You guys rock!