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: I don't own it. Let's try to move past that, shall we?
A/N: Ok, so the way I figure, there'll be about two more chapters. I've written them already (remember? I write them in my bed in this really cool folder that makes me feel all special) but I haven't decided how I want to divvy them up. I figure there'll just be a really long chapter somewhere soon. I guess we'll see. Also, I'd like to apologize for any spelling mistakes. I wish I could blame it on my cat, but he didn't want to help me type this up. I read it over the best I can, but sleepy eyes make for bad editors XD.
Again, I'm upping the rating in this chapter for course language (two words, this time, I think, but better safe than sorry, right?)
Anyways, as always, thanks for the reviews. I really like reading them. And now, I present to you drum roll please Chapter 7!
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"Sorry it took so long, guys" Greg greeted them as they walked in the lab, shooting them an apologetic grin. "Between working this case with Warrick and having Ecklie breathing down my neck; told me to make his stuff priority just because his case is so publicize and he's feeling the heat from his old pal, the sheriff…" Greg let out a huff of air before continuing. "Anyways, you stuff's done, so sit back, relax, and watch the magic." He snapped his latex gloves showily, grinning, before launching into his findings.
"First off, blood on the walls? Your vic, Jack Hobbes. Blood from the table? Miss Gordan. Blood swab from the champagne glass, though, came back unknown sample. No hits, but hey, you can't win them all, right?" he asked Grissom, before buckling under the supervisor's superior-looking glare. "Ok then, moving on… I've isolated some of the prints on the door. They match your two vics, and Janet Fisher. I still can't give you anything else on those. Nick, that fiber you found caught in the window won't help you much either. White cotton, about as generic as it gets. Could be a white t-shirt, could be anything. Shoeprint's pretty inconclusive too…size 10 1/2, looks like a converse from what I've found online, but you know how it is. Every one's wearing those things today."
Sara grinned and patted Nick on the shoulder, her hand lingering a moment longer than necessary. "Three strikes, you're out, Nicky. Too bad. What about the stuff Gris and I found, Greg?"
"You can't use a baseball analogy if you don't even watch the sport" Nick complained, as Greg Handed Sara a manila folder.
"DNA results" he explained. "I think you'll find this interesting. You know that exacto blade Grissom found? Blood on it has quite a few alleles in common with the hair you found, which, I might add, matches the blood on the champagne glass. Didn't that Fisher girl cop to using the blade?"
"Yeah, she did" Sara said. "So…parent or -"
"Sibling" Nick offered grimly, eliciting an affirmative nod from Greg.
"Let's go pay the Fisher household a visit" Grissom spoke quietly, blue eyes gleaming like they always did at the climax of a big case.
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The trio stood on the wooden patio of a moderate sized house, Grissom rapping the brass door-knocker smartly.
"Nice digs" Nick observed, taking a step back to look at the house. His attention returned to the task at hand when the door opened.
"Oh Jesus. What do you guys want now?" an exasperated Janet greeted them.
"We're here to take a look at your house" Grissom spoke matter-o-factly, before the teen rolled her eyes.
"I told those two before" she sighed, jerking her thumb to indicate Nick and Sara, "I know my rights. You can't just come barging into my house."
Nick grinned. "But the lady's got a warrant" he said, as Sara held up the paper, smiling.
Janet grumbled something under her breath as she steeped aside, allowing Grissom and his team to view inside the house. He pointed to two officers at the end of the driveway. "If you'd just step outside with those two…anyone else home?"
"Just my idiot brother" grimaced Janet, "Our Mom's out somewhere…probably with her new flavor of the week."
"We're going to need to have him step outside as well -" Nick started, before the girl called loudly up the stairs.
"KYLE! GET DOWN HERE!"
Loud footsteps could be heard stomping around upstairs before thundering down the steps. "Janet? What the hell is…why, hell-ooo gorgeous" the man said, grinning cockily at Sara. Sara in turn resisted the urge to roll her eyes, instead pursing her lips and cocking an eyebrow, leaving a "you've-got-to-be-kidding-me" expression on her face.
The man, who looked to be about 25 stood next to his sister, and ignoring the fact that upon hi appearance, Nick had subconsciously moved closer to his female co-worker, and ignoring Grissom completely, he spoke to Sara. "How can we, I, help you?"
"We're going to need to borrow you're house for a while" Nick spoke up, his Texan drawl a little more pronounced as he spoke in a harsher tone then necessary. He made a mental note to himself; the man was wearing converse sneakers. Sharing a look with both Sara and Grissom, he realized they made the same observation.
"They've got a warrant, dumb ass. We get to be babysitted by a couple of cops" Janet informed her brother, crossing her arms.
"Let me know if you see anything you like" Kyle leered suggestively, winking at Sara as he and his sister walked to the end of the driveway.
Sara shook her head in disgust as Grissom handed out the assignments. "Nick, you go talk to Mr. Fisher. See what you can find out. Sara, you take the kitchen, backyard grill, wherever you might find a serrated knife. Test whatever you find with luminal, print them and bag them. I'll take a look up in the brother's room; see if there's anything useful to us up there."
Grissom waited for Nick and Sara to walk off in their separate ways before grabbing his kit and trudging up the stairs.
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A/N: Alright! Just two more chapters, so get those reviews in. Interrogation is coming up in the next chapter, and everything hits the fan. We find out (well, actually, you guys find out, because I already know) who did what. If that's not motive for you to review, I don't know what is! Thanks for reading and reviewing. I'm glad you like it. Until next time!