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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John Wells's apartment isn't in much better shape then his personal grooming habits. Pizza boxes litter the coffee table and who knows when the last time anyone washed the dishes.
Catherine groans as she scans the room with her flashlight, "What is the younger generation coming to?"
"I don't know. I can assure you my apartment never looked like this."
Catherine eyes him, not sure if she should believe him.
"What exactly are we looking for?" Nick continues.
"The murder weapons, that t-shirt, gloves, maybe even your shoes."
"I doubt we're going to find any shoes here. He claims he owns only one pair."
"And you believe him?"
"Do you see any shoes?"
"No, I guess not. I'll take the bathroom and the bedroom. You can take the kitchen and the living area."
Nick nods and they split up.
They don't have to search long before Catherine finds something interesting. She brings the bagged t-shirt out into the living area to show Nick, "Hey, Isn't this interesting. Same color and a hole in the front."
"Catherine, this just doesn't add up. Why would he let us search the place with that laying around?"
"I don't know Nick, but for once I think we should take Grissom's advice and just follow the evidence."
Catherine turns to go back into the bedroom, but Nick stops her, "Hey Cath, look at this."
Nick has opened what must be the coat closet. Inside are a few work shirts and a black coat with leather gloves sticking out of the pocket.
"Bag it. We'll see what we can find on it in the lab."
"If he had gloves, why wasn't he wearing them while he was firing?"
"Huh" is all Catherine can say.
"I found GSR on his hands, but no finger prints on the window. Why take them off to fire?"
"Maybe, he doesn't like the feel, but it does mean that we should find his prints on the guns when we find them."
"Yeah, Let's get this finished. I can tell you don't like it here. Too much mold," Nick smirks.
Catherine gives him a look, but returns to the bedroom. The rest of the apartment doesn't yield anything useful.
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John Wells's apartment isn't in much better shape then his personal grooming habits. Pizza boxes litter the coffee table and who knows when the last time anyone washed the dishes.
Catherine groans as she scans the room with her flashlight, "What is the younger generation coming to?"
"I don't know. I can assure you my apartment never looked like this."
Catherine eyes him, not sure if she should believe him.
"What exactly are we looking for?" Nick continues.
"The murder weapons, that t-shirt, gloves, maybe even your shoes."
"I doubt we're going to find any shoes here. He claims he owns only one pair."
"And you believe him?"
"Do you see any shoes?"
"No, I guess not. I'll take the bathroom and the bedroom. You can take the kitchen and the living area."
Nick nods and they split up.
They don't have to search long before Catherine finds something interesting. She brings the bagged t-shirt out into the living area to show Nick, "Hey, Isn't this interesting. Same color and a hole in the front."
"Catherine, this just doesn't add up. Why would he let us search the place with that laying around?"
"I don't know Nick, but for once I think we should take Grissom's advice and just follow the evidence."
Catherine turns to go back into the bedroom, but Nick stops her, "Hey Cath, look at this."
Nick has opened what must be the coat closet. Inside are a few work shirts and a black coat with leather gloves sticking out of the pocket.
"Bag it. We'll see what we can find on it in the lab."
"If he had gloves, why wasn't he wearing them while he was firing?"
"Huh" is all Catherine can say.
"I found GSR on his hands, but no finger prints on the window. Why take them off to fire?"
"Maybe, he doesn't like the feel, but it does mean that we should find his prints on the guns when we find them."
"Yeah, Let's get this finished. I can tell you don't like it here. Too much mold," Nick smirks.
Catherine gives him a look, but returns to the bedroom. The rest of the apartment doesn't yield anything useful.
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