Title: Can't Take It
Summary: Snickers. Follow Grissom, Nick, and Sara through a case; one that could ultimately draw two of our favorite CSIs together.
Disclaimer: If anyone thinks that I actually own CSI, then leave your email. You're good people. For the rest of you living on a little planet I like to call Earth, the only thing I own is the plot.
A/N: I'm running out of things to write here, so I'll just mention how I love to use "…" in my sentences. I might be bordering on obsessed. Thanks for the reviews, and on with the fic.
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"So" Nick asked, "How well did you know Mr. Hobbes, exactly?"
He and the girl working the info counter were seated in two of the chairs along the wall, Nick asking her a few basic questions while Sara snooped around Karen's desk down the hall.
"Well enough" she answered, "I even house-sit for him from time to time. Asked me to do it just a few days ago, actually. Gave me his key and I watered his plants, got the mail…easy stuff like that. Extra money came in handy. I mean, this job isn't exactly a cash cow, ya' know?"
Nick nodded. 'So she had access to the house…but what about motive?' he thought. "And Karen Gordan?" he probed.
"Ugh. The way the guys in here droll over her, you'd think she was Miss America or something, instead of a chick who used to work down in the casinos." She rolled her eyes, "Hell, even my sorry excuse for a brother keeps hanging out here on his break. Used to work with her…misses her company, he says, even though she won't even give him the time of day." The girl looked oddly satisfied at the announcement of this information. "I guess I wouldn't mind her so much if she didn't keep trying to be my best friend" she shrugged.
"Huh" Nick vocalized, "I see. Well, thanks for talking with me, Miss- …uh, I'm sorry, I don't seem to have caught your name."
"That's cuz I didn't throw it" the girl said, dryly. "It's Janet, by the way. Janet Fisher."
"Alright, well, thanks Janet" Nick said, standing up as Sara approached them.
'Nothing' she mouthed, shaking her head at Nick.
"Yeah, whatever" Janet sighed. "Can I get back to work now?"
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When Nick and Sara got back to the lab, there was no sign of Grissom. Nick shrugged it off. "Probably still at Hobbes' house" he reasoned as he and Sara walked towards the break room.
Sara nodded, "Yeah. But still, all he had to do was pick up a knife."
Nick elbowed her lightly, "C'mon. I know the infamous Sara "Overtime-is-God" Sidle might not appreciate a 10 minute break, but I sure do." He grinned cheekily as he collapsed on the break room couch. "Hey Warrick" he greeted his friend, who was lounging on a chair at the table.
"Oh, hey Nick. Sara."
Sara smiled at Warrick before shooting Nick a mock angry glare. She sat next to him on the couch. "Say, Warrick?" she asked, "How is it working with Greg?"
Warrick shook his head, closing the manila folder on the table in front of him. "All I can say is there might be another missing persons filed soon if I've got anything to say about it."
"That bad, man?" Nick chuckled.
Warrick sighed, "It's just…you think his music is bad when he just listens to it? Wait 'til you hear him hum it… or worse, sing. Loudly."
Sara cracked a smile as Nick laughed. Warrick just rolled his eyes, grinning a bit. "Yeah, yeah. Just remember this when you've got to work with him."
"Work with whom, Warrick?" Grissom asked calmly, walking into the break room.
"What? Oh, um, nothing. No one, Grissom." He got up, collecting his folder and coffee mug sitting on the table. "Hey, I've got some stuff in the lab; should be ready for me by now. Let me know how your case goes." Grissom stepped aside to let him through the door.
"Good luck, man" Nick called out.
"Yeah, you too" Warrick replied, before walking off down the hallway.
Grissom took his vacated seat before addressing Nick and Sara. "Before you ask, I didn't find any sort of, or anything remotely resembling a knife, in our vic's house. Whatever the killer used, he took it with him."
"So we've got nothing new from the house" Sara sighed.
"Not exactly" Grissom corrected her, smiling slightly. "I don't know how or if it's relevant to the case, but I did find this on the kitchen floor." He held up a small evidence bag containing what appeared to be…
"An exacto-knife blade?" Nick asked.
"Correct" replied Grissom. "The edge, you'll notice, has a small sample of liquid on it. Tested positive for blood. I've already swabbed it and sent it to Greg." He placed the evidence on the table. "Assuming it's not his, it proves someone was there…within the past few days, I'd imaging, otherwise Hobbes probably would have found it."
Nick turned to Sara, before telling Grissom, "I think we know who."
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A/N: Nothing really to say. Next chapter includes an interrogation, so you have that to look forward to while you're reviewing. cough cough