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Chapter 11"Neither Paul Waters or Tyler Stevens are registered anywhere in Vegas," Nick told the team.
"However," Sara cut in, "We put their pictures through DMV and we got their alias'."
Nick dropped a piece of paper with a driver's license on it onto the table, "Eugene Watson, a.k.a. Paul Waters."
"And Stewart James, a.k.a. Tyler Stevens," Sara said, dropping another piece of paper on the table beside Nick's.
"They've both lived together in an apartment for the last 3 years, but the super said he hasn't seen either of them seen either of them in about 6 months," Nick continued, "He gets their rent in the mail every month, 'though."
"Anything from the scene?" Grissom asked, frowning slightly at the fact that the two men couldn't be found.
"The glass from that liquid Nicky found was just plain glass from a cup or a mug. Mia is still working on the liquid- it isn't any known chemical so she's trying to break it down and find out what it is." Warrick answered, "There was nothing else upstairs to suggest that those men were there."
"I also found black fibers caught in the back door. Cotton fibers, so they aren't much," Sara continued, "But there was also a smudged fingerprint in the same liquid Nick found. It belonged to Waters, so we know that the chemical was brought in by the men and not by the two women."
"All the blood in the living room belongs to a male," Catherine said, "It belongs to Waters and an unidentified male who shares seven alleles in common with him."
"Which would make it one of his sons," Sara said, pushing two photos more prominently onto the table from a file with the suspects' family tree/pictures in it. "I'm thinking it was probably the younger son, Anthony, since Paul Jr. is currently serving a lifetime sentence in Canada for the rapes and murders of 11 girls."
"Like father, like son," Grissom sighed, "So we really don't have anything, do we?"
"Oh, we've got something," Mia assured him as she entered the room, "Problem is, I just don't know what."
"What do you mean you don't know what?" Grissom demanded tersely with a tense frown.
Mia shrugged, shaking her head in bafflement as she answered, "Just that-I don't know what this stuff is. The blood mixed in with the chemical is female blood and matches the DNA taken from Elizabeth's hairbrush, but I just can't figure out what the liquid is." She paused, "We need Greg."
"I'll call him." Nick sighed, already dialing the number of Greg's cell as he stood and walked from the room, his own cell phone pressed to his ear.
"I'll see what I can find out about Anthony Waters," Sara jumped up, quickly tracing her lover's path from the room.
"I'll go over the evidence again," Warrick sighed, following the path of the others, Mia walking wearily at his side.
"You okay?" Catherine asked Grissom gently, placing a hand on her boss'-and best friend's- shoulder.
"What if I can't find them?" Grissom asked, eyes filled with desperation and helplessness, "What if I just lost my little girls?"
"We'll find them Gil, we always do," Catherine said softly, standing and rounding the table to hug the still sitting man.
Gil turned his chair to face her with the intention of returning to his emotionless-gruesome-Grissom façade. Instead, he found himself staring into the adoring blue gaze of the woman he'd always loved and admired.
Gil leant forward, one arm reaching out to pull Catherine sideways into his lap, the other resting on the nape of her neck. Catherine's arms slipped around Gil's neck and she, too, leaned forward, their lips meeting in a slow, sensual kiss.
They pulled apart moments later, breathing heavy with passion. All Catherine could find to say, was "I love you, Gilbert Grissom."
Grissom grinned, tugging her head in to kiss her again, but not before he murmured to her, "I love you too, Catherine Willows, I love you too."
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Greg, Reggie, Nate and Tim all flopped tiredly to the floor of Nate's living room. They had spent almost 3 hours loading the boxes into the U-Haul van. Well, Greg and Reggie had spent 3 hours at work on the packing as Nate and Tim had been at work in the shop and had only had to help for the last hour or so.
Silence fell over the room as they all concentrated on not falling asleep at 6 o'clock on a weeknight. The ringing of Greg's cell phone interrupted them, and, without even bothering to change his position, Greg pulled it from the phone case on his hip.
"Sanders." He greeted with a yawn, "Oh, hey Nicky, what's up?" there was a pause before Greg shot up into a sitting position, asking, "He what? Griss?……Mia doesn't know at all what it is?……Of course you don't, you aren't a tech……I'll get the next flight home that I can. Tell everyone that I love them. Bye Nicky."
"Greg? What's going on?" Reggie asked once Greg flipped the phone shut with a sigh, Reggie sitting up to touch Greg's shoulder gently.
Greg sighed, running a weary hand over his face as he said tiredly, "Griss' daughter and granddaughter have been kidnapped. I don't know everything, but they've got pretty much nothing for evidence-except an unidentifiable purple liquid. They need my help," he paused, glancing apologetically at Reggie as he added, "I'm sorry Reg, really, I am, but I've got to go home to help them."
"Of course you have to!" Reggie exclaimed understandingly, "They're your family! I only wish that I could come with you, but I'll just meet you there in a few days in the van."
"I can drive the van down, Reggie," Nate offered suddenly, "I've got about a week and a half's vacation."
"Nate, I can't-"
"You didn't," Nate grinningly added, "Besides, who wouldn't want to go to Vegas? It'll be fun!"
"Thanks Nate," Reggie grinned, flinging herself into her brother's arms excitedly, "You're the greatest!"
"Course I am," Nate grinned back, before dumping her out of hid lap, saying, "Now go on, you two have a plane to board!"
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Greg and Reggie arrived in Vegas at 2 AM that morning. They drove straight to the lab from the airport, and, while Greg went straight to the DNA lab, Reggie crashed sleepily on the break room couch, Greg's jacket pulled snuggly over her.
Greg stood beside Mia in the lab twenty minutes later, the pair frowning in confusion at the 19 different chemical names on the computer screen in front of them.
Greg scratched his head in thought before saying aloud, "These three here at the three most common chemicals found in chloroform and these four are four common elements found in the GSB date-rape drug. This one down here is most commonly found in another, less common knockout drug and this one…this one's food colouring.
"They found it in a pool with broken glass from something like a glass cup, right?" Mia asked, "So maybe the kidnappers invented some kind of new knockout drug and had it in a glass or a vial and tried to force the women to drink it?"
"Ni-ice!" Greg said appreciatively, clapping Mia's shoulder before he left quickly, calling over his shoulder, "Great job Mia!"
Greg moved quickly through the halls and into the break room, their unofficial headquarters for this particular case. The nightshift team was all sitting around the table, papers, pictures and folders spread over the top of said table. Greg frowned slightly when he saw that the couch was vacant now, his jacket slung over the back, but he shrugged it off as Reggie probably needing either the bathroom or something to eat.
"Any of the perps got some kind of chemistry degree?" Greg asked by way of greeting, plopping into the free chair beside Nick.
"Hey Greg!", "Welcome back G!" and "Sup, Greggo?" echoed around the table. Greg grinned at them, laughing slightly at their enthusiasm-he'd only been gone a little over a day and they were acting like he'd been gone for years.
"Chemistry degree?" Grissom asked after a nod to Greg, flipping through a couple of folders, "No, no, why?"
"That purple substance you guys found was a specially created knockout drug," Greg answered, "You'd need some kind of lab and a chemistry degree. Any relatives with a chemistry degree?"
Sara pulled out two sheets of paper from a folder, saying, "The family trees of both Waters and Stevens."
"I'll take the Waters'," Warrick said, plucking the appropriate sheet from Sara's hands and standing to leave the room.
"Sit," Reggie commanded as she stepped into the room carrying 3 bags of various Chinese food, "You're all going to eat before you go anywhere else-you're going to make yourselves sick if you don't eat properly."
The team quickly cleared off the table and the food was passed out. They all scarfed it down quickly, only then realizing how hungry they really were.
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An hour later had Warrick still sitting in front of the computer screen. None of Waters' immediate relatives had any type of chem degrees. He yawned, typing in another name before Reggie burst into the room.
"They've got him!" she cried excitedly, "Tyler Stevens' nephew Ralph is a chem major. He's in the box now."
"The box?" Warrick teased as he got up from his chair, stretching his arms above his head to ease the kinks from his shoulders.
"Yes. The box," Reggie replied impatiently, dancing from foot to foot before demanding, "Well, come on!"
Warrick laughed, but obediently moved to Reggie's side. Slipping a companionable arm around the young woman's shoulders, he led her quickly through the halls, the pair carrying on an easy conversation.
Reggie had stopped by most days during shift since she'd arrived in Vegas. Sometimes, she brought food along to feed the CSI crew, but she usually just hung out in the break room, carrying on conversation with anyone and everyone who came through the room. In this way, they'd all grown to love her like she was one of their own.
They reached the interrogation room within ten minutes. They slipped into the observation room alongside Nick, Sara and Greg. Brass, Grissom and Catherine were inside and already had the man spilling his guts.
"I didn't want to do it, but Uncle Tyler made me," Ralph Stevens, a brown haired man, whimpered pathetically, "He said that if I didn't make the drug for him he'd kill my daughter. She's only 6 years old!
"Where is he?" Grissom demanded in a growl, leaning forward into the man's face, "Where did he take them?"
"7-71 McKay Drive," Ralph stuttered nervously back as he leaned back from the stone-faced CSI leader, "Th-That's where he said he'd be."
"71 McKay Drive." Warrick repeated, turning and walking out of the door, calling over his shoulder, "Aren't you guys coming?"
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A/N Hey! What did you guys think? Let me know, huh?
Lots of love and thankses to:
Icklebitodd: Lol, I get that feeling sometimes too:D Well, I hope you end up liking it!
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Nickysbabygirl: lol, that was my favourite part too! I was actually watching CSI at the time I wrote it and Brass and Grissom were interrogating a suspect and I thought "How cool would be if Brass…" so, then I switched it around to work for me:D
Aw, I'm so sad guys, there's only one chapter left and then it's done! Aw, I think I'm going to cry sad pout Well, I'll try and get it up asap, kay?
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