Disclaimer: I do not own CSI and I am not making any money by writing this
story.
Author's note: This occurs after the last episode of the third season.
Grissom is still in the hospital.
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The CSI team and Greg return to the lab quite exhausted. Even Greg's enthusiastic smile has faded. The rest of the team would have a few moments rest while waiting for lab results, but Greg was part of creating them. Everyone else heads into the evidence room and collapses into a chair. Nick cracks his neck; Sara and Warrick merely stare out into space while Catherine taps a pen onto the notebook on the table in front of her.
"Let's talk about what we know so far," Catherine suggests, breaking the silence.
"We have forty-six bodies in the morgue, obviously all shot," Nick states glumly.
"Which means a lot of press and a big push to get this case solved," Catherine responds tiredly, knowing it will be her responsibility to deal with that.
The room falls into a heavy silence, "We know the perps weren't standing on the street. What about the buildings?" Sara asks.
"I talked to Brass." Catherine begins, but is interrupted by a knock on the door. She waves Brass into the room.
"Speak of the devil," Sara chimes.
Brass just gives her a look and proceeds with the information he has, "I have a list of the owners of the buildings on either side of the block. Small businesses on the bottom with the tops being rented out as apartments," he shuffles the folders, "Two of the renters have just reported break-ins," he shuffles folders again, "You guys are going to love this. Gun ship five blocks down. Owner came in early this morning to find it cleared out."
"Thanks, Brass," Catherine smiles, happy to have a lead.
"Don't thank me yet. The DOT wants to know when they can have their road back. They don't appreciate have their traffic patterns disturb," Brass responds somewhat sarcastically.
Catherine looks irritated, "Tell them it's still our crime scene."
Brass just nods, hands her the folders, and leaves.
Catherine sighs. She has a much bigger crime scene now than she ever wanted. "Nick, Warrick check out the buildings. Handle the break-in reports first. Sara your with me on the gun shop." They get up, feet lighter at the prospect of getting some answers.
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The CSI team and Greg return to the lab quite exhausted. Even Greg's enthusiastic smile has faded. The rest of the team would have a few moments rest while waiting for lab results, but Greg was part of creating them. Everyone else heads into the evidence room and collapses into a chair. Nick cracks his neck; Sara and Warrick merely stare out into space while Catherine taps a pen onto the notebook on the table in front of her.
"Let's talk about what we know so far," Catherine suggests, breaking the silence.
"We have forty-six bodies in the morgue, obviously all shot," Nick states glumly.
"Which means a lot of press and a big push to get this case solved," Catherine responds tiredly, knowing it will be her responsibility to deal with that.
The room falls into a heavy silence, "We know the perps weren't standing on the street. What about the buildings?" Sara asks.
"I talked to Brass." Catherine begins, but is interrupted by a knock on the door. She waves Brass into the room.
"Speak of the devil," Sara chimes.
Brass just gives her a look and proceeds with the information he has, "I have a list of the owners of the buildings on either side of the block. Small businesses on the bottom with the tops being rented out as apartments," he shuffles the folders, "Two of the renters have just reported break-ins," he shuffles folders again, "You guys are going to love this. Gun ship five blocks down. Owner came in early this morning to find it cleared out."
"Thanks, Brass," Catherine smiles, happy to have a lead.
"Don't thank me yet. The DOT wants to know when they can have their road back. They don't appreciate have their traffic patterns disturb," Brass responds somewhat sarcastically.
Catherine looks irritated, "Tell them it's still our crime scene."
Brass just nods, hands her the folders, and leaves.
Catherine sighs. She has a much bigger crime scene now than she ever wanted. "Nick, Warrick check out the buildings. Handle the break-in reports first. Sara your with me on the gun shop." They get up, feet lighter at the prospect of getting some answers.
