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And now Chapter 3 of Held in Contempt…..
Nick Stokes walked thru the lower level hallways of the Crime Lab. He was headed for the morgue. He arrived at the door and grabbed a blue lab coat and walked in.
Dr. Al Robbins was standing over the body of Sheila Davis. He looked up when Nick walked in.
"Nick." Dr. Robbins said in greeting as he removed her liver and placed it on the scale.
"Hey Doc. So what were you able to determine on cause of death?"
"Well she definitely died of an overdose. She showed extremely high levels of LSD in her system. There were no signs of a struggle. She had no defensive wounds and there was no sign of any sexual activity at all. The only marks on her body were track marks." He lifted her left arm to show Nick. "I found them on her arms and between her toes and fingers."
Nick looked at her arms. He had noticed the track marks at the crime scene and his initial assessment was that she had died of an overdose. There was nothing at the crime scene that indicated foul play.
"O.K. Thanks Doc, we kind of came to the same conclusion. We pulled her prints up in AFIS. She was already in the system for possession. Thanks again."
"Anytime Nick."
Nick removed his lab coat after he walked out the door. He took the elevator up to the first floor. He got out and walked over to Grissom's office.
Grissom was sitting behind his desk surrounded by the things he loved the most, his books and his framed bugs.
Grissom was reading a file when he heard a knock at the door. He looked up to see Nick in the doorway. He waved Nick in.
"Come on in Nick."
Nick walked in and stopped just in front of Grissom's desk.
"I just came from the morgue Doc Robbins ruled it as an overdose. He found no signs of any type of violence on her, physical or sexual. The only thing he found were track marks. I ran her prints thru AFIS and she was already in the system for possession."
"What about the needle?" Grissom asked.
"I printed the needle, there was only one set of prints and they belonged to Shelia Davis."
"So what's your ruling on this Nick?"
"Well since there were no other signs of anyone else at the crime scene, her prints are the only ones on the needle, I'm going to rule this as an accidental overdose."
"I agree, why don't you go ahead and close out the case. I also think it's safe for Doc Robbins to release the body to the family."
"Sounds good. I'll take care of it." Nick turned to walk out the door.
"Hey Nick." Nick turned back around. "After you are finished wrapping this case up, why don't you see if the rest of the gang needs your help."
"Sure thing." Nick left Grissom's office.
The buzzer of the cell door sounded when it opened. Brent Mitchell was escorted to the visiting area. There on the other side of the glass was Michael Mitchell. Michael had a smirk on his face, which Brent didn't take to kindly too.
Brent watched his brother with irritated eyes. "What's so funny little brother?" Brent asked
"Oh nothing. Its just amazes how less than a month ago our positions were reversed now look at us."
Brent rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Yea it's really amazing. Is that all you came by to tell me?"
"Actually no. Uncle Max wanted me to tell you that everything is set to go. We are on schedule, but if anything changes I will let you know."
"Great. It can't happen soon enough."
"Patience brother all in due time. Just keep a low profile until the right time." Michael said as he stood up to leave. "I will see you in a couple of days. Like I said if anything changes I will be here sooner."
"Yea right." Brent replied softly as he was escorted back to his cell. "Just wait Stokes I will have my revenge."
The guard pushed Brent into his cell and the cell door slammed shut. Brent dropped down on his cot with a vengeful look on his face.
As Nick exited Grissom's office he ran into Warrick, Greg and Sara who were just bringing in their evidence.
Nick smiled at them looking at their evidence. "Aren't you guys finished with your case yet?" He said playfully.
Greg took the bait. "Oh and I suppose you are."
"As a matter of fact."
Warrick, Sara and Greg looked at each other then at Nick.
"You're not serious?" Warrick asked with disbelief in his eyes.
"As a heart attack my friend." He gave Warrick a friendly smack on his back. "Don't be to impressed, it was ruled as an accidental overdose." Nick said smiling. "Though I do know how impressed you are with my work."
Warrick smiled as he shook his head, he turned towards Greg.
"Greg hold this." He started to hand Greg the box he was carrying. "Nicky here needs a lesson in humiliation."
Nick's eyes got big and he started to back peddle quickly, "Well gotta go close out my case. See ya later."
"That's right Nick run while you have the chance." Warrick said jokingly as he took the box back from Greg.
He looked at Sara and Greg. "I think we should split up the evidence between the three of us. If you guys don't mind I will take the gun and the clothes."
"I'll take the beer bottles, soda cans and cigarette butts." Greg offered.
"I guess that leaves me with the shoe prints. Greg, when I finish up I'll come by and give you a hand."
"That's great Sara. Thanks."
Sara looked at Warrick. "I guess that leaves Catherine with the video tapes from the security cameras."
"Speaking of Catherine, where is she?" Greg asked looking around.
"She went over to Vartann's office to run that background check on Chuck Coleman. I guess she has a hunch and you know how she gets when she has a hunch."
Sara and Greg both answered at the same time. "Look out."
"You know it." He said with a smirk. "Catherine's hunches are usually right on the money and it's up to us to help prove that her hunch is right. Well I'll see you guys later I'm going to get started on this stuff."
"O.K. we'll meet up with you a little later to compare notes." Sara added as she and Greg walked off.
Sara and Greg headed in one direction while Warrick headed for trace.
Warrick was hunkered down in trace. He was swabbing blood off of the barrel of a 9mm gun that he found the gun in the dumpster at the crime scene. He looked at the swab to make sure he had enough blood to compare with the victims. He snapped the cover over the swab so he wouldn't contaminate it and placed it on the table.
He then pulled out his fingerprint brush and powder and started to print the gun. A smile came to his face as he found a print on the trigger as well as the grip.
Catherine had followed Vartann to his office; he was going to run a background check on Chuck Coleman the bowling alley owner. Normally the detective brought the information to the CSI's, but in this case Catherine had a gut feeling and she couldn't wait.
Vartann walked up to his desk and sat down. His desk was a mess; there were piles of case folders off to one side and other various papers and other junk lying around. There were also empty Styrofoam cups sitting near his phone and at the corners of the desk.
Vartann looked at Catherine sheepishly, "Believe it or not there is a method to my madness."
Catherine smiled. "If you say so." She sat down on a chair across his desk.
Vartann turned on his computer and typed in a few things. "O.K. let's see what we got here. Chuck Coleman, age 64, it shows that he served in Vietnam for 2 years…. had an honorable discharge from the army. He's married with a daughter. No criminal arrest, but there was a complaint lodged against him about a year ago, but according to this nothing came of it."
That peeked Catherine's interest. "Oh really. Does it give anymore information on the complaint?"
"Just says here that he was harassing someone. Hmm…. interesting."
"What's interesting?" she stood up and leaned over his desk.
"Can you take a guess at who he was harassing?"
"Hmmm…let me see Josh Graden."
"You got it in one and there's something else. Our Mr. Coleman has a permit for a gun. Can you guess what kind?"
"A 9mm."
"Yep."
"Well either our Mr. Coleman is really an idiot or someone is setting him up."
O.K. so more set up to the story. There will be some action soon. Please review and let me know what you think. I really appreciate all of your reviews. Thanks!