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Nick sat with the blanket tucked under his chin, like a little child afraid of the dark. As he told Jordan his story, coldness came in his dark brown eyes. He blankly stared off into space, not looking at anything in particular, but just letting his eyes wonder.
Jordan sat in the chair with her legs crossed and hands folded. Her tears grew wide as Nick shared his story. But he didn't cry. He was sick of crying. Sick of the same old sticky feeling the tears left on his rosy cheeks. Sick of the uncontrollable trembling his voice made when he tried to talk. Sick of the itchy eyes and goose bumps that formed on his pale and clammy skin. He just wanted to move on. Move on away from the pain and the sympathetic gazes. But Jordan didn't give him a sympathetic look. Instead, she gave him an understanding look. A look the said 'I know where you're coming from'.
"I've only told Catherine," Nick said as he finally made eye contact with Jordan.
"Wow," Jordan said as she finally gained her voice. "We're more alike then I thought."
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Warrick and Greg sat on the right as Catherine and Sara sat on the left, waiting for further instructions from Grissom. Grissom sat at the head of the table, his index finger and thumb rubbing his tired eyes.
"So," Greg said as he tried to get the ball in motion.
"I want this guy found and now," Grissom said as he pointed to the pictures of the girls in front of him. "I don't care what it takes or how many overtime hours you guys rack up, I want him found now."
"Who said it was a guy? It could be a girl," Greg said as he looked around the rooms.
"The ratio of crimes committed by men to women is 12 to 1," Sara said as she sipped her water from her abnormally large water bottle.
"Who cares about the ratios? I'm just saying," Greg said as he shrugged. "Maybe women are being over looked in rape and molestation cases. People automatically believe that men are the only sickos out there."
"It doesn't matter if the sicko is a women or a man, either way, there is a sicko out there," Warrick said as he looked over the pictures.
"He makes a valid point," Grissom said as he looked over the statements.
"Have you contacted the families yet Catherine?" Sara asked as she looked over evidence.
"Yeah, yesterday. They we're completely devastated," Catherine said as she shook her head.
"I don't understand why someone would put another person through so much pain. Especially, a 15 year old girl," Warrick said as he looked over the pictures with a glance.
"Without pain, there would be no compassion," Grissom said as he sat at the table looking at his CSI's.
"Yeah, try telling that to those in pain," Warrick said brushing his hands through his hair.
"Let me guess," Catherine said as she closed her eyes, attempting to remember where she heard the statement. "The Bible?"
"No, I made it up," Grissom said as he took of his glasses.
"That was pretty good," Sara said as she ate her granola bar.
"What are you doing with that in here?" Grissom asked as he pointed to the nutrition bar.
"Eating," Sara said with a smile.
"You're looking over evidence while eating a granola bar?" Grissom asked as he tried to make sense of the situation.
"Sorry," Sara said as she threw her hands in the air as self defense.
"Anyways, Warrick, Sara, go back to the crime scene of the 2nd body dump. See if you can find anything we might have missed. Catherine, Greg, and I will go back to the 1st. I have a feeling that doing a twice over might help," Grissom said as he popped his glasses on and walked out the door.
"See you guys later," Greg said as he followed after Grissom.
"Warrick, I'll meet you in the car?" Sara asked as she threw away her granola bar.
"Yeah sure," Warrick said as he gathered his copy of the report and pictures, and but them back in there manila folder.
"Can we talk?" Catherine asked as she grabbed Warrick by the forearm.
"About what?" Warrick asked, attempting to play dumb.
"You know," She said in a stern voice. "I just wanted to make sure that you were doing everything in your power to create the best life possible for Jordan."
"What, did you expect me to give her a half ass life? I'm not my father," Warrick said as he grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair and threw it over his shoulders.
Catherine sat there not knowing how to respond. She was just trying to help. Why was be being so defensive?
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Nick and Jordan sat there looking at each other for a while just staring at each other. What did she mean "We're more alike then I thought"? Nick thought to himself as he stared into Jordan's green eyes.
"What did you mean by that?" Nick asked as he leaned closer on the arm of the couch.
"I was molested when I was 8," Jordan said after a long, dramatic pause.
She kicked herself for telling him. She had never told anyone before and now Nick, her dad's best friend, knew about it. He was bound to find out about it now. The one secret that she fought so hard to keep to herself, was now bouncing around in somebody else's mind. Now he was thinking about. Now he looked into the depths of her soul and found the dark place that had stayed dark for so long. As the sentence left her mouth, no tears fell. No heavy breathing or feeling bad for herself. Instead she sat up, back straight, eyes looking directly at Nick.
"By who?" Nick asked as he felt himself tighten up with anger.
"My mom's boyfriend that she had been seeing for 4 years. I told her that he molested me on my 8th birthday, but he was her pimp. She wasn't gonna believe me over him. That's part of the reason I hate her," Jordan said as she sucked back tears that were threatening to fall from her puffy, red eyes.
"You shouldn't hate you mom," Nick said with a serious look.
"Part of you hates your mom too. And your dad. They hired that babysitter for you. You can deny it all you want, but part of you, whether it's the size of a grain of sand, or the size of your palm. Part of you blames them for what happened all those years ago. You pretend like it's buried under years of self pity. You pretend that since you get to catch these assholes all day that it lessens the pain. But it doesn't. And Mr. Stokes, burying it only makes it worse," Jordan said as she ran into the bathroom and emptied that mornings breakfast into Nick's toilet.
Nick knew that she wasn't talking about him. She was talking about her own hate against her mother, and maybe even Warrick for that happened. He sat on the couch looking at the ceiling. He thought back to the night when she touched him and rubbed her hands over him. He began to remember the smell of her perfume, the feel of her hands, and the sound of her voice. Nick stared at the ceiling, with fury in his eyes.
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Warrick and Sara stood out side of the fast food joint, staring at where the body was laying just 2 days before. Sara looked up at the sign and noticed a camera between the C and the K of King Jack's Burger Palace.
"I thought the owner said that he had no cameras?" Sara said as she pointed to it, hand suspended in the air.
Warrick shook his head not saying a word. He hadn't spoken much since the ride there. She picked up her Nikon and got a few shots.
"Why didn't we see it before?" Sara asked as she captured it from different angles.
"Because 1 it was dark, 2 there is bird nest covering half of it, and 3 we trusted the guy," Warrick said as he got out his cell phone, ready to call Grissom or Brass, which ever one picked up. He started with Brass since it was first on the alphabetized list on his phone.
"Brass," Brass said as he answered the phone.
"Hey Brass, its Warrick. Look, you know how you talked to Mr. Cartwright about the cameras?" Warrick asked as he snapped a few shots of the dumpster with his free hand
"Yeah, what about it?" Brass asked as he sipped a Pepsi that was held by his index finger and thumb.
"Well, the bastard lied. And he can't say it's a fake. Sara and I see the red flashing lights. Are you busy?" Warrick asked as he walked further away from the crime scene.
"Not too busy to get a warrant for this lying punk. I'll be there in 20 minutes top," Brass said as he discarded the aluminum can in to the black tin garbage can.
"Alright, thanks. Later," Warrick said as he snapped his phone shut. He turned around and stuck the phone onto its holster. His eyes grew huge as he looked around for Sara. Where was she? He had turned his back for a second, how could she be gone? This couldn't be happening for the second time. Thoughts ran through his head as he jogged back to the front of the store. His legs were running at such a slow pace. It was as if he was running through quicksand. Something was in his peripheral vision, but he didn't quite make it out.
"Hey Warrick, did you remember there being blood splatter here?" Sara said as she saw Warrick running by. She got up from her knees and walked quickly to follow Warrick. Warrick stopped on his tracks as the voice he heard became clearer. The 'thing' that was in his peripheral vision, was Sara leaning down in the alley, going over the scene.
"You scared me," Warrick said as he took in long breaths, some form the run, and some from the scare.
"How?" Sara asked with her gloves in the air.
"I thought you…" He started before waving a hand, dismissing the question all together.
"What's this?" Sara said as she mocked Warrick's hand gesture.
"Nothing. Just forget about it. Drop it," Warrick said as he walked back over to the alley. "I heard you say blood splatter. Where?" Warrick asked as he knelt down to the dumpster.
"When we did this scene the other night, there was no blood splatter. None at all. We searched the dumpster, the other alleys, and all of them came up empty. So, my question is, how did blood get here?" Sara said as he took a picture.
"Either someone's screwing with us or you and Nick missed something the other night," Warrick said as he also took shots of the dumpster for his archive.
"Nick and I both got shots of the dumpster and there was blood on it," Sara said as she touched one of the droplets to the rights.
"Fresh," She said as she mixed the blood between her fingers.
"This is a burger joint. It could be cow blood," Warrick said as he took a swab and closed the protective case around it.
"Well, we'll find out soon enough," Sara said as both her and Warrick's cell phones buzzed.
Sara walked to the left as Warrick walked to the right.
"Sidle," Sara said as she got to her feet and began to walk.
"Brown," Warrick said as he also walked more into the alley.
"Really? O.K. Thanks Doc," Sara said as she walked back over to the scene.
"So Mr. Cartwright is a liar and a convicted felon?" Warrick asked as he placed two fingers to his nose, attempting to hide the stench from his nostrils. "What is that?" Warrick thought to himself as he shook his head. He continued walking into the alley as the smell became more and more prominent.
"Yep, 35 years in prison for raping andmolesting his 3 daughters," Brass said as he envisioned himself shooting the man point blank.
"Yeah he is sick," Warrick said as he began breathing through his mouth. "Yo, Sara," Warrick said as he motioned his hand for her to come closer to the back of the alley. She walked at a brisk pace as Warrick attempted to finish his conversation with Brass.
Sara came 15 feet from Warrick when her face turned pale and she pinched her nose shut.
"You smell that?" Warrick asked as he held the phone to his chest.
"Smell what?" Brass asked as he drove to the scene.
Warrick didn't hear it as Brass' voice was smothered by Warrick's chest.
"How could I not?" Sara asked as he held her nose and also began breathing through her mouth.
"Hey Brass can I call you back?" Warrick asked.
"Yeah, I'll be there in 10. I just faxed it over from Judge Morris," Brass said as he focused on the road.
"Alright, see ya then," Warrick said as he snapped his phone shut.
"God almighty," Sara said as she walked closer to Warrick.
"Where is it coming from?" Warrick asked as he looked over the alley.
Sara nudged her head over in the direction of the dumpster that was tucked in the corner. Warrick pulled his gun just to be safe. He opened the dumpster as the smell became even more intense. Inside was an African-American girl who Warrick had remembered.
"Oh my god," Sara said as she looked inside with her gloved hands on the side.
Warrick let his arms fall to the side of his body as her name finally found its way to his lips.
"Tiffany," Warrick said as he took a deep breath.
"You know her?" Sara asked with her hand no longer on her nose.
"Yeah, her parents issued a Missing person's report 1 day ago. She went to LVHS. 4.3 GPA," Warrick said as he walked away from the dumpster. He picked up the phone and dialed Grissom's number. He took of his gloves and tossed them into an evidence bag.
"Grissom," Gil answered as he let his camera rest on his chest.
"Hey Grissom, we have a fifth body," Warrick said as he took a sip of water and attempted to clear his head.
"Why wasn't I notified?" Grissom said as he clicked his kit shut.
"Because we just found her in the dumpster at the second crime scene," Warrick said as he wiped a bead of sweat that had begun to form on his brow.
"OK," Grissom said as he once again rubbed his temples, attempting to subside his humungous head ache. "We'll be there in 20. I'll call Brass and the Coroner. You worry about the evidence right now. Collect as much as possible. With this heat, who knows how much of it could be gone."
"Alright, see you in 20," Warrick said as he snapped his phone shut and began walking back into the alley. Sara had gone right to work on processing. She used her flashlight and looked at every crevice of the dumpster around her body. But it was weird. The dumpster had not been used for days according to the smell. How could a dumpster, outside one of the busiest fast found joints in downtown Las Vegas, not be used? She looked around the body again, when she spotted a note tucked under the girl's right thigh. Sara grabbed it with her gloved hand just as Warrick walked up. She opened it carefully so that none of the evidence was tainted in any way. The sun had just begun to set and her flash light was on high. She unfolded the envelope as Warrick slipped another pair of gloves on. He took shots of her body and the dumpster it was in. Sara used her flashlight to make out the words. Brass' unmarked police car pulled into the drive way, with a police officer in the passenger seat. Sara focused her eyes on the letter. As he eyes read out the statement, a jumbled statement left her lips.
"What did you say?" Warrick asked with a confused look.
Sara read the note three times before she was able to find her voice. The note read:
They look so much alike don't they? I know it crossed your mind as soon as you opened this dumpster. The complexion, the build, the height, weight. They could be twins. What are the chances of them living on the same street? However, Tiffany is not Jordan. I got pretty close don't you think? It doesn't matter now because by the time you get to her, she'll already be mine. Give ole' Warrick a slap on the back. He managed to lose his daughter and his best friend all in the same day. Now, it's my turn with ole' green eyes. I'll be contacting you with where you can find the bodies.
There was another sentence that was blurred by the dried blood.
"Sara what?" Warrick asked losing his patience.
"Call Nick," Sara said as she passed the note to him.
Warrick took the note with a confused look on his face. "Why?" He asked as he grabbed the note.
"Well, I got a warrant and a back up just in case this man wants to get violent," Brass said as he walked into the back of the alley with a smile. But the smile quickly faded as the stench met his nose, and the sight of Sara frantically calling her phone got his attention.
"What's wrong?" Brass asked as he stuffed the warrant into his jacket pocket.
With out answering, Warrick gave Sara the note, and jumped in the car, passing the Coroners van on the way out.
Sara wiped a tear that was forming in her right eye just as Grissom picked up.
"We're on our way. We're on 35th and…" Grissom started as soon as he opened his phone.
"Grissom listen," Sara said as she interrupted him. "We've got a note saying that this bastard has Nick and Jordan. Warrick took off in the truck and is on his way to Nick's. Send a black in white now," Sara said in one breath
"Where did you find the note?" Grissom asked as he sped to 80 in a 40 mile zone.
"Under the girl's body. She looks exactly like Jordan. Hair, complexion, height, everything. I think he grabbed this girl by mistake and thought that it was Jordan. Anyways, the note said that Warrick cost his daughter and his best friend's life. Get someone over there now," Sara said as she snapped her phone shut.
"What's going on?" Catherine asked with a frantic tone.
Grissom kept his eyes on the road as he weaved through traffic.
"Gil," Catherine said as she put the pieces together. "Where's Nick?"
He still didn't answer.
"Where's Jordan?" Catherine asked as she leaned forward; attempting to look at his face, head on. But he shifted his eyes away from his gaze. Greg sat in the back as he watched the current situation unfold.
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Nick had fallen asleep on the couch. Neither him nor Jordan said a word to each other after the talk. They just watched the TV with the volume up. The sound of the purifier lulled Nick to sleep. Jordan watched him as he slept. She went of the discussion that they had earlier. She couldn't believe that she blew up at Nick like that. She felt a pain at the pit of her stomach and it became heavier and heavier with each thought. As Jordan looked around the house, the sunset cast a pink and orange tint on the walls. As she looked out the front window, she spotted a black SUV pulling into the driveway.
"I wonder how their day went," Jordan said to herself. She continued sitting in the chair as they came to the door. A knock was heard and Jordan got to her feet. The knocking stirred Nick from his slumber. He sat up, as Jordan went to answer the door. As he looked at the many men coming to the door, something in his gut didn't feel right.
"Jordan, wait," Nick said as she unlocked the door. But it was too late. The door swung open catching Jordan in the face, knocking her backwards and causing her to hit her head on the corner of the drawers next to the door. She laid on the floor motionless as blood seeped from her wound. Nick jumped up, causing himself a tremendous amount of pain. He jumped for the pantry above the coffee maker, for the gun he kept in there. He grabbed the gun and turned around ready to shoot. But as he made the 180 spin, his head was met with the butt of a gun.
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Hahaha! I know I'm mean! But that's just the way I play the game! Tell me where you want the story to go in your reviews if you can please! Thank you much!
-CSIFanatic08