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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Nick had managed to not only get a print from the plastic bag, but a hit on AFIS as well. The fingerprint matches a John Wells, age 19, who had been picked up on a DUI the previous year. Conveniently, It was under the influence of Ecstasy. Nick and Brass are seated in the interrogation room across the table from their suspect.
"Mr. Wells where were you last night or more like early this morning at about one AM?" Nick asks.
"I was at my friends house. We stayed up all night playing his new Playstation game."
"Well, That's funny because we found your fingerprint at a crime scene. On a bag of Ecstasy, no less," Brass states sliding a picture of it across the table to him. He then slides pictures of the crime scene across the table as well.
"Hey man, we popped a few, but we didn't shoot any real people," Wells sits back in his seat like he isn't concerned with the fact that he is being accused of murder. Of course, his personal grooming habits seem to demonstrate that he doesn't care about much of anything.
"Real people?" Nick inquires.
"Yeah, the game. Lots of guns and violence. Great for those masculine urges." "Okay, we'll bite. What exactly do you do in this game?" Brass asks, hoping this will trip him up.
"Well, It's a little more than your basic shoot'em up game. We're not twelve, ya know. It's set in Vegas, which was what made it so appealing. Getting to run around, causing ruckus in your own town."
"We get the point."
"Basic idea, find guns however you can, knock off as many people as you can, and hide the guns however you can before the cops show up and catch you. My friends and I did really well last night. Took out a block and none of us got caught."
"Sounds sick," Brass concludes.
"What I don't get is why get high?"
"It makes it seem more real. Blurs the edges between fantasy and reality."
"Well, we've got more fun for you," Brass states throwing the warrants down on the table, "We have warrants for your shoes and to check your hands for GSR."
"Lift up your foot," Nick looks at the treads. They don't match the one from the door.
"And no I don't own any other shoes."
Brass gives the man a look, "Now let's see those hands."
Nick swabs his hands and sprays it. John Wells undeniably has GSR on his hands.
Brass starts to read him his rights.
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Nick had managed to not only get a print from the plastic bag, but a hit on AFIS as well. The fingerprint matches a John Wells, age 19, who had been picked up on a DUI the previous year. Conveniently, It was under the influence of Ecstasy. Nick and Brass are seated in the interrogation room across the table from their suspect.
"Mr. Wells where were you last night or more like early this morning at about one AM?" Nick asks.
"I was at my friends house. We stayed up all night playing his new Playstation game."
"Well, That's funny because we found your fingerprint at a crime scene. On a bag of Ecstasy, no less," Brass states sliding a picture of it across the table to him. He then slides pictures of the crime scene across the table as well.
"Hey man, we popped a few, but we didn't shoot any real people," Wells sits back in his seat like he isn't concerned with the fact that he is being accused of murder. Of course, his personal grooming habits seem to demonstrate that he doesn't care about much of anything.
"Real people?" Nick inquires.
"Yeah, the game. Lots of guns and violence. Great for those masculine urges." "Okay, we'll bite. What exactly do you do in this game?" Brass asks, hoping this will trip him up.
"Well, It's a little more than your basic shoot'em up game. We're not twelve, ya know. It's set in Vegas, which was what made it so appealing. Getting to run around, causing ruckus in your own town."
"We get the point."
"Basic idea, find guns however you can, knock off as many people as you can, and hide the guns however you can before the cops show up and catch you. My friends and I did really well last night. Took out a block and none of us got caught."
"Sounds sick," Brass concludes.
"What I don't get is why get high?"
"It makes it seem more real. Blurs the edges between fantasy and reality."
"Well, we've got more fun for you," Brass states throwing the warrants down on the table, "We have warrants for your shoes and to check your hands for GSR."
"Lift up your foot," Nick looks at the treads. They don't match the one from the door.
"And no I don't own any other shoes."
Brass gives the man a look, "Now let's see those hands."
Nick swabs his hands and sprays it. John Wells undeniably has GSR on his hands.
Brass starts to read him his rights.
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