Chapter 7
"Jarrod David Carrey." Hodges dropped the print out on the table in front of Gil. "He's got quite a rap sheet."
"Jim?" Grissom looked over at Brass.
"I'll make a call, have him brought in." Brass immediately stood up.
"Once he's in custody….I'll have to call Warrick. He'll want to be involved with the initial interview." Gil informed him.
"You do what you think is right." Brass frowned. "Do you think you'll be able to control him?" He had to ask, "The perp could go free of Warrick touches him."
"Yeah, He'll be fine." Gil surmised. Mentally, he questioned whether he would be able to control himself. He wanted to hurt the man that had hurt his little girl. Now that he was openly her father, he suddenly had all the symptoms of a protective father. He had lived a long time without the feeling of helpless rage he know had inside of him. It was a new experience for him, and he wondered how do get rid of it. Gil Grissom definitely did NOT like being unable to control his emotions.
Jim had left the door to his office open when her departed, Gil looked up in time to see Nick walking by with the Malone woman. He frowned heavily as the rage transferred to irritation. Getting up, he followed Nick down the hall to the A/V lab. "Nick!"
Nick had just sat down at a computer, and jumped guiltily, spinning around to face Gil. "Yeah, Hey Boss!" He tried to win him over with a smile.
Grissom didn't look impressed as he glared at him, "I'd like to talk to you Nick." Nick swallowed roughly and nodded in agreement, albeit, nervously. "Please escort your guest into the break room or the lounge and met me in my office."
"Yeah, Boss!" Nick grimaced as Gil walked out of the room. Nick gave Lucy a pained look. "Let me show you to the break room."
"I've gotten you in trouble?" Lucy commented, looking only partly upset. Nick narrowed his eyes to glare at her. The dang woman looked like she was about to laugh at him!
Sara was sitting in the break room, reading a stack of files, a half-eaten muffin lay beside her, forgotten. She glanced up as Nick and Lucy entered. "Hey Sara, this is Lucy Malone. I've gotta go talk with Gris. Lucy's gonna sit in here. You okay with that?" Without waiting for a comment from either woman, Nick hustled his way back to Grissom's office.
Sara eyed the taller woman. "Sit down, I've heard about you."
"Probably that I'm a loony, right." She stuck her thumb in the direction that Nick had gone.
"No, Greg told me about you. Says you can make Nick loose his nice boy attitude. I'm impressed." Sara grinned. "There's coffee, want some?"
"No thanks. I've gotten him into trouble." Lucy sat down across from Sara with a smile. "I bullied him into letting me help and now your boss is ticked."
"He'll be fine. Nick has managed to screw up from time to time without Grissom drawing any blood. Nick will be fine." Sara chuckled. "Did you really say he was rude? Nick is never rude."
"He was to me." Lucy shrugged. She eyed the muffin. "Is that pumpkin?"
"You want it?" Sara moved the muffin half towards the woman. Any woman who could get the best of Nick Stokes was going to be her friend. She had seen the man cry, she'd seen him upset, but never had, what the nightshift called, his Texas Charm slipped. From what Greg had said, it not only slipped but disappeared all together.
Lucy reached over to take the muffin, absently bumping hands with Sara. She gasped and her eyes widened as she gaped at the dark haired woman. Sara looked back at her, narrowing her eyes in near distrust. "What?"
"The one with the injured wife……he's going to attack your suspect. He needs to be watched."
"How do you know?"
"Someone just whispered it in my ear. He'll be in a little room with windows. You man, the tall one, will attack the man. He needs to be held back, or you'll lose the only chance of finding the girls that you have."
The observation room was crowded. The CSI team was standing shoulder to shoulder, looking through the window at the man. The man looked exactly like the scum that he was. Dark hair slicked back. A nose that looked like it'd been broken many times before. He eyed the three men on the opposite side of the table with a sneer.
Grissom and Warrick had been allowed to sit in on the interview. Jim had made Warrick promise to stay seated, away from the suspect. Warrick sat on the back table, glaring angrily at the man. This was the scum that had hurt his wife. The scum that had ended the new life of their unborn child. He felt red-hot rage running through his veins. He clenched his jaw, trying to control himself, but it was hard. His instinct was to throw himself across the table and rip out the man's jugular.
"Well, Mr. Carrey, do you have anything to say for yourself?" Jim demanded. Grissom sat calmly beside him, watching the man in typical Grissom fashion, no emotions were visible. Only those who truly knew him could tell that he was as angry and disgusted as Warrick was.
"Nope. You ain't got nothing on me." The burly man snarled at Jim, a fist pounded on the table. The CSI's looked at the fist, imagining how it had pounded into Gemma. Sara slowly reached up and caressed the butt end of her gun, imagining that she could use it on the man.
"On the contrary. We have you. We4 have evidence against you. We have witnesses. We've got you!" Jim gave him an evil smile. It was the smile he saved for the guys he really hated.
"I'm advising my client not to reply to any comment that you might make." The court appointed lawyer piped up. He was young, fresh faced, and looked as if he were frightened of his own client. "If you really had anything against him, we wouldn't be in this room talking to you. We'd be in front of a judge."
"We are here offering Mr. Carrey the opportunity to help himself out. He can tell us where the Holcomb girls are and we can put a good word in for him with the judge." Jim looked straight at the man when he said this.
"I ain't telling you shit!" Carrey snarled, spitting at Jim. "You ain't got squat on me!"
"Assault. Attempted Murder. Endangering the life of a child. Murder One." Jim gave him that smile again. "We have witnesses. The woman you attacked….she survived, but then, you wanted her to, didn't you. Her little girl saw you. You remember the little girl, don't you? She's the one that led us to you."
Grissom pulled out the bite impression from the file he had brought with him. Greg had taken the impression from Jessica's mouth. "She hurt you, didn't she?" Grissom questioned calmly. "Care to show us the little souvenir she left you with? Human jaws can be strong. A human bite is pretty painful, even one from a terrified little girl."
"The little bitch!" Carrey grumbled. Warrick rose up, hands clenching powerfully at his sides as he surged forward. Jim put a straining hand on his chest, holding him where he was.
"Warrick." Gil warned him before turning his attention back on the man. "You see, Mr. Carrey. That little frightened girl, protecting her mother, not only stopped you but she gave us your blood. Your DNA. She also left her mark on you. Shall we check and compare?"
"Do you have a warrant?" The lawyer cut in nervously. The small man was trembling, seeing the barely controlled anger in the towering black man. He swallowed fearfully, imagining what the man could do if his control was unleashed.
"Yes, we do." Jim slapped the papers on the table. "And even if we didn't, we have Warrick here. He'd be willing to make sure that Mr. Carrey complied with our request. You see…..It was Warrick's wife and child your client attacked. His unborn child that Mr. Carrey beat out of Gemma Brown."
"Drop your pants Mr. Carrey." Gil added smugly.
"I should have killed that Nigger loving Bitch!" Carrey hissed. Warrick let out a strangled sound and rammed past Jim. As fast as he was, Nick was there, pulling him back before he had a chance to touch the creep.
It took Nick, Jim, Gil and Greg to pull the irate man out of the room. Warrick fought against them, wanting to get at the man. "You Son-of-a-Bitch!" Warrick screamed at the shut door. Gil gave Nick a warning glance before he and Jim went back into the interrogation room.
Nick had Warrick pressed against the wall as the man worked out his anger by screaming. "I wanna kill that Son-of-a-Bitch!" Warrick finally declared, as the fight suddenly left him. He went as limp as a rag doll. The only thing that kept him upright was the pressure Nick was using to hold him to the wall.
"We all do." Nick agreed. "I swear, we all would if given the chance."
Greg stood beside them, breathing heavily from the exertion of their struggle with Warrick. He watched the bigger man with concern and a little fear. He'd seen Warrick angry, but never like this. It had amazed him that Warrick could be brought down to such an animalistic level. He wondered if this was all part of the love that Catherine envied. Was it love that reduced the ever controlled Warrick into this puddle of emotions? "Is he going to be okay?"
"Yeah, he's fine." Nick nodded, releasing Warrick carefully so that he stood leaning against the wall on his own. "Come on, Bro. I'll take you back to Gemma."
"Yeah." Warrick nodded. "I'd like that. I'd like to see Jessica too."
"I think we can arrange that, Bro." Nick agreed, talking softly as he took Warrick by the upper arm, leading the exhausted man down the hall. A few feet away, Nick paused. "Greggo? You coming?"
"Yeah!" Greg eagerly jogged to catch up with them, surprised to be included. The two older men had each played the part of his teacher while he was training to be a CSI. No one had asked them to help, they had simply taken him under their wings, giving him tips and advice. Now, they were including him in their friendship and Greg felt honored.