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Chapter 2 - The Note

"Greg, come in here for a second," Catherine said when she spotting him walking by in the hallway.

He'd found a fingerprint on the car that the victim was found in, and just received an urgent page about it from Jacqui.

"Look at this..." Catherine began, pointing to a picture made by the forensic artist.

Before Catherine had the chance to finish what she was going to say, Greg cut in.

"Why do you have a picture of Nick?" he questioned, but instead of waiting for an answer, he decided to add in a joke. "Is there something going on here that I don't know about?" he gave a fake questioning look.

Catherine wasn't laughing.

"This is a picture of our suspect. The witness saw him with the woman before she was killed. He saw the man's face and gave the description to the artist...I guess I'm not the only one who sees the resemblance," she continued.

Greg's jaw dropped. "No way. Nick didn't kill anyone... he couldn't. It's Nick!"

"Let's not jump to any conclusions. Just because this looks like Nick, doesn't mean that he killed anyone."

Greg then remembered the urgent page that he'd received. Could the print found on the victim's car be Nick's?

"You paged?" Greg asked as soon as he found Jacqui.

She nodded. "I ran the print you found..."

"And?

"How do I say this..." Jacqui began, but Greg already knew what she was going to say.

"It's Nick's print, isn't it?" he questioned.

Confusion fell upon Jacqui's face, she wasn't sure how he knew what she was going to say. But it was true so she nodded. Greg didn't stay to say anything else. He quickly left the room to call Grissom.

Nick had just devoured an entire bag of popcorn when he heard his stomach growl.

"Chips it is!" he laughed as he pressed pause on the remote so he wouldn't miss any of the movie he was watching when he got up to go to the kitchen.

Once he was in the kitchen, he noticed there was an envelope under his front door. His curiosity got the best of him as he walked over and bent down to pick it upto see what was inside.

It was a note.

I know you saw. If you tell anyone about it, or this note. I'll kill you. Consider this your warning.

Nick's eyes grew wide. What on earth could this be about?

"Maybe whoever left this gave it to the wrong person. I didn't see anything even remotely out of the ordinary lately. I haven't got a clue what this person could be talking about," Nick reassured himself out loud, "Yeah, must be the wrong person."

Trying to push the thought out of his mind, he grabbed the bag of chips and returned to watching the movie. A few moments later, a knock fell upon his door and the sound make him jump in fear. Slowly, he pressed pause on the remote once more, and rose to see who was at the door.

To his surprise, he opened it to see Catherine and Brass.

"Nick, we need to ask you a few questions," Catherine began.

Nick was confused, but he nodded nonetheless.

"Do you know a woman by the name of Emily Jordan?" Brass questioned.

Nick thought for a moment and then shook his head. He'd never heard the name before in his life.

Catherine pulled out a photograph taken at the crime scene of Emily and handed it to Nick. The second he laid his eyes on it, he knew who this was. The look on his face was an indication to Catherine and Brass that Nick had seen this woman before.

The woman from the parking lot. The one who couldn't get her car door open. Was this the Emily they had just asked about? I don't think she told me her name when I tried to help her... so maybe that's who she is. Oh my god... if she's dead... then... they must think I had something to do with it. Someone must have seen me try to get her car door open for her. Wait... the note. Could it have been from her killer? It must have been. He must have thought I saw him. He must be afraid that I would say something to the police. Nick's thoughts raced.

"You've seen her before?"

"Yeah," Nick nodded.

"When?"

"Last night. I was coming out of Food 4 Less and I saw her having trouble with her car. I walked over and thought I'd give her a hand. She said something about how her door sticks all ofthe time. I tried to help her get it open, but the thing wouldn't budge. She ended up giving it a kick and getting it open for herself, and after she got it open, I went back to my car and she drove off," Nick explained.

"What time was this?"

Nick really wasn't sure. He wasn't wearing a watch when it had happened.

"I'm not sure. It was dark outside, maybe it was around 10:00 pm. I didn't have my watch with me, so I couldn't tell you exactly when it happened," Nick answered.

"So Doc, what's the C.O.D?" Grissom questioned.

"Well, she definitely suffered quite a few blows to the head as you can see here," Dr. Al Robbins said as he pointed to the contusions on the victims head, "But they are all post mortem. The cause of death was asphyxiation due to strangulation. You can see the hand prints around her neck."

"What? That doesn't make any sense. Why would someone strangle her to death, and then beat her over the head?" Sara questioned.

"My guess would be to ensure that the job was done... but that's your job to figure out, not mine."

"And we're not making any assumptions," Grissom added.