Title: Crime Life Series Part 1: Success

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: CSI and all its characters unfortunately belong to CBS and Alliance-Atlantis Productions. These stories are fictional, which is also unfortunate.

A/N: Sidle Chick, thanks for reviewing, check your e-mail for a yummy treat! Anyways, here's Chapter 6. Enjoy!

CHAPTER 6

While in autopsy, Catherine and Warrick had both gotten pages, Cat's was from Jacqui about fingerprints, and Warrick's was to DNA. They went their separate ways back at the lab.

Warrick walked into the DNA lab finding Aimée working by herself. "Hey new girl! Why are you in here by yourself? Isn't Greg supposed to be helping you?"

She looked up from the table and smiled at the thought of where Greg was. "He is helping, but at the moment he's trying to clean his shirt. He, uh, spilled a bit of coffee on it. I've got some info for you on your case. There were two blood donors on the glass found near Mrs. Donald; hers, naturally, and Mr. Donald's as well. Greg told me his theory, but I guess this proves it wrong." She handed him the papers he'd need for the case file at the end of her recitation of the evidence. "Also, there were two different blood donors on the carpet, again Mr. and Mrs. Donald."

"Hey thanks Aimée. The rest of us are going out for breakfast after shift, providing we don't have to pull a double. You up to go out?" Neither of them had noticed Greg listening to the last bit out in the hall. Warrick's asking her out on a date? Just say no, Aimée. Please say no!

"I'd love to Warrick. Keep me posted on the details." Damn. Greg walked into the break room across the hall to get some more coffee to replace what he'd spilled.

Warrick turned to leave, but asked over his shoulder, "You'll probably see him first, so tell Greg he's invited too, okay?"

"Will do." Aimée returned to her work, wondering what was taking Greg so long.

Meanwhile, Catherine was getting some very interesting evidence from Jacqui. "You're sure about this?" Cat could not believe the way the fingerprints had turned out.

"Sure am. The only prints at your crime scene were Mr. and Mrs. Donald's, and the maid. Either the killer was very clean, or they were in-house."

"Ok. Thanks Jacqui" Catherine turned and walked out of the lab to go and find Warrick.

Despite the worry that Sara might be in trouble, Grissom and Nick had worked on the clothes a bit more, going over it with ALS. After finding some semen stains, they had sent the evidence to Aimée in the lab. Nick had gotten a page from Jacqui, confirming the dead woman as Jolene Stubb. With all available evidence turned in, there was nothing left for them to do but wait for a page from a lab tech, or, hopefully not, a call from Brass.

Greg walked back into the DNA lab to find Aimée working while singing to Norah Jones' "Don't Know Why" on the radio. He half smiled at the sight; she had a pretty voice. She looked up at him and smiled, then noticed Greg didn't look so good.

"What's the matter Greg? Was that one of your favorite shirts or something?"

Greg sat down and stared into his coffee cup. "No, it's just, well, I heard Warrick ask you on a date. I was hoping you'd say no, or at least that I'd get to be the first to ask you." He looked at her and was surprised to find her looking at him with an amused smile.

With a small chuckle, she replied, "Greg, if you keep finding out things this way, you're never going to be a Level 3 CSI."

"What do you mean?" He was confused. Hadn't Warrick asked her out to breakfast?

"Greg he invited me to breakfast with the rest of the nightshift. You're invited too. You must have been too busy eavesdropping to hear that. Besides, Warrick's not my type anyway."

Greg looked at her hopefully. "What is your type then?"

She smirked at him. "We'll have to discuss that over breakfast sometime. Now come on, Grissom and Nick just gave me a bunch of stuff to work on."

Cath eventually found Warrick pondering over the details of the case in one of the many labs. "Hey Warrick, what's up?"

"Not much, Cat. I'm just trying to figure out how these people died. There was blood on the glass and the floor from both Mr. and Mrs. Donald."

"Jacqui said that there were no out-of-place fingerprints. Someone had to kill someone inside that house."

"The way I see it, Greg wasn't too far off with his theory. The husband gets word his wife's sleeping around. Confronts her one night after dinner, puts his gun to her throat. Decides he doesn't want to kill her for whatever reason, maybe instead he decides to just push her with the gun to get the message across. I think before he pulled the gun, he must've dropped his glass. That explains the alcohol on the floor. She falls and cracks her head on the glass, knocks her out and she starts bleeding. He checks on her, sees the blood and that she's passed out, and thinks she's dead. So he goes up into his study to think about what to do, then gets the e-mail that she wasn't cheating. He gets so remorseful he shoots himself. Plain old accident and grief is my theory."

"I like where you're going with that. All the evidence supports it. Let's close this baby." Catherine and Warrick then began to finish the paperwork.

Grissom went in to check on the DNA results, and found Greg and Aimée spinning around the room in their chairs, rocking out to the radio, at the moment playing Sugarcult's "Bouncing Off The Walls". Grissom turned down the radio, and asked, "I'm assuming that this means you're done with my evidence?"

Greg felt a bit sick so he rested his head on the table while he got his bearings, so a breathless Aimée, who also happened to be closest to the printer, replied, "You bet. Maybe you should keep Greggo here as a half-and- half. We get things done much faster with both of us working on it." I really just want to keep him in here with me. It gets lonely in the lab.

"That's quite alright. The both of you together means double the trouble, for me anyway."

"Ok. Well the semen you and Nick found matches your suspect. With evidence like this, you guys are definitely going to get him." She nodded firmly; glad to do her part to catch someone this evil.

"Thank you Aimée." He was about to continue, when his cell phone rang. The tone gave him a worried feeling, and as he answered, his worries were confirmed. "Got it Brass. We'll all be there ASAP."

Greg looked up and saw Grissom's pale face. "What's wrong, boss?"

Grissom looked Greg in the eye, and Greg saw the pain and fear hidden in the depths of blue. "It seems that our suspect really is our killer. And he's taken Sara."

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