Chapter Three: Wrongly Accused

CSI Warrick Brown had CSI Alysha Taylor catching a piggy back ride on his back, her face resting on his shoulder as she slouch and hold herself againced him with her arms. "That went very well," Warrick commented on how the trial had gone threw. It had just ended and they were heading into the CSI building, walking victoriously, except that CSI's Gil Grissom and Alysha Taylor looked unsatisfied by the trials results.

"I still think it was too easy," Gil commented seriously. Alysha nodded againced Warrick's back; "Ya, I agree" she spoke in agreement.

"God! Give it up you two. Be happy! Celebrate," complained Nick, tossing up his hands showing he was fed up of the doubts. He was enjoying a rather easy case. My god was he ever. The others second it. Greg and Brass were both inside somewhere. Greg most likely in the lab.

Alysha dropped off Warrick's back and stuck her tongue childishly out at Nick. "Bite me Nicky," she chirped grinning. He just chuckled, giving up. She was strongly opinionated. Nothing he said would change that one. Warrick took Alysha's hand, standing close too her like an over protective new mother. Alysha laughed at his actions. He looked confused; she shook her head and leaning on his side. She dropped his hand and it wrapped around her waist.

Alysha felt dreadful over the fact that she had the feeling that Warrick wasn't the one. She knew she loved him, but not in that way. Not that deeply. She wanted to, she really did. And the idea of leaving him tore her up. She didn't have the heart to break up with him. He would be simply crushed.

They walked into the building, but instead of a congratulating Greg, there was a flustered Greg running at them. Alysha frowned, guessing that they had gotten the wrong guy. He confirmed Alysha and Gils suspicions on it being too easy. They had convicted an innocent man. The real Ripper had mailed Greg a letter. He shoved a letter in an evidence beg too Warrick. Greg side glanced at Alysha.

"Read it," Greg ordered Warrick, "The bastard had… HAS us under his thumb!" Greg fumed. Warrick frowned. Finishing reading it, Alysha snatched it from his hands. It was a letter that appeared to be written in blood. The letters in a neat handwritten calligraphy.

Gil walked up and Alysha handed it too him so he could read it aloud. But he didn't. Nick looked over his shoulder. The letter read:

'Jack, Jack, the rippers come back

But in his first crime it seems he did lack,

Another whore fresh of the rack,

But there are just two important things you lack…

The skin off a fresh whores back,

And, But of course, me, the real Jack!

Now CSI's, what is it you'll do

Now that I'm telling you that I'm watching you

Here is a last clue

Peek a Boo!
I see you

Say cheese for the video cameras,

Cause I'm watching!

JACK THE RIPPER'

A silence fell over the group. Jim Brass stormed over from another part of the building, they all looked too the angry faced man. "We just got a call in" he started, not first explaining why he seemed mad. Gil looked like he was about to update Jim Brass when Jim himself started too talk again "Another vic was located. Killed recently. Same ammo"

Alysha sighed. This guy wasn't re-enacting Jack the Ripper, he was making whole new cases himself. "Sometimes being right isn't a good thing" Grissom spoke. Nick showed Brass the letter. That didn't help his mood. "Ill drive" Brass snarled.

"No!" all but Alysha said in unison. "Than I will," she offered. "NO WAY IN HELL! Your worse than Brass!" Brass glared at Nick, whom had given the comment.

In the end, it was Warrick that ended up in the driving seat with Brass riding shotgun. When they reached the crime scene they waited no time. The body had been covered to shield it from the cruise onlookers, not helping with the investigation. The did find another note. But this one was carved into her belly, reading: Whores don't get second chances. Such a nice thoughtful person wasn't he?

The only real evidence that they located was only things that couldn't help them find the killer. After an existing half hour Alysha collapsed into Warrick's arms. She sighed burying her face in his chest. He wrapped his strong supportive arms around her. "We'll get him sweet heart," he said gently, letting one arm pull her face deeper into his chest. "I hope so," she said dryly. Why this one got too her she didn't know, other than the being cut up part. She knew the feeling of steel plunging into your flesh. The terror. He kissed the top of her head. She pulled away and walked for the car, Warrick fallowing, as did everyone else. Nick was driving back.

Everyone but Greg had started heading back. He had watched Warrick and Alysha, a shattered look on his face. God how he longed for her too do that for him, for her to love him back. Could he ever win the compassion of Alysha, and if he did, would it endanger he and Warrick's already rocky relationship as friends. Greg felt frustrated; life could be so complicated sometimes. No. It was always complicated.

He finally headed into the car behind the others.

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Those CSI fools. Didn't have a clue as too who I am. They thought I was that stupid convict that I had framed. Ha! That surgeon was locked away for malpractice and a murder, or two I had committed. Stupid man. Just got out of jail. I saw it on the TV, and they found the third body. I already returned to the second after I heard that. Ha! Fools. They hadn't found her yet; I couldn't resist leaving them another little note of course. Alysha, that pretty young CSI, she's good. I don't like her. Good thing I only kill whores. She better stay clean. But Catharine and Sara, I think their already whores. They got to go…

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Brass and Gil had both just readied themselves as too what Greg had found out with what little evidence he had found out about the crimes and the letter. "Its written in blood, the letter," he started, "human blood, but not of our latest victim. But the DNA has proven it too be from a female" Greg said with a heavy amount of stress entering his voice. Brass sighed, "We already know", Greg looked at him cluelessly.

"Found a girl dead longer than the other girl. No skin on her back," Gil informed. Greg sighed stressfully. "We have Nick and Alysha working on the case, Warrick should be here soon to aid you on the evidence." he added short after. On queue Warrick walked in. "Lets get too it" Gil and Jim left, leaving Greg with the lover of the girl he fell in love with. He sighed. How nice, he wasn't going to be free of his dilemma even now.