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A Strange Call

Greg returned to the crime lab with the evidence he had. He went to to his desk and sat down. He looked up at the clock. 10:00AM. He couldn't believe it. He was supposed to be off two hours ago. Just as he thought this, he yawned a great big yawn. He then deceided that he should get a cup of his famous brew since he knew he was going to be here for a while. He left his desk and made his way towards the break room.

In the Break Room, he saw Sara Sidle sitting at the table, sipping some coffee and looking at some case. It might be the case he passed on, he thought to himself. She looked up at him.

" Hey Greg!"

" Hey Sara, how are you?"

" Fine. I got your case, looks to me like you been working onit all of your shift."

" Pretty much."

He said as he made his way to the coffee maker.

" Wait! What are you still doing here, I thought you were off?"

" Nope, Nick sucked me back in. We have a new case in the works."

Greg poured himself a cup of coffee.

" Well, to tell you the truth you look terrible!"

" Thanks." He replied, fixing up his coffee and sitting across the table from her.

" So, how is the graveyard shift?"

" I gotta admit, it is interesting, but really, do you ever sleep?"

" From what I've heard...no."

" Damn!" He said, disappointed.

"Yep, hey! You signed up for it."

" Not really, thanks to Grissom, there I am."

She smiled. " I knew it." They both sipped thier coffee together.

Adjourning from the Break Room, he decieded to finally get to work on the case. He made his way down to he Coroner Room to catch up with his pal, Doc Robbins. David probably already delivered the body to him and would already be up in and out of it. He probably could explain those perferations under the victims eyes too!

He opened the steel double doors and put on his safety glasses.

" Hey Doc!"

" Greg! Nice to see you I have just begun to examine her."

He nodded.

" COD seems to be blunt force truama to the temporal lobe as with David's indications, and it seems she was hit from behind. Her fingernails show defensive wounds also.

" She fought back?"

" Exactly. I haven't begun to explore the inner cavity, but seems to be a fairly healthy individual. No scars, or surgical ones for that matter."

" Good! What about the perferations under her eyes."

"Hmmmm." He takes a look closer. " Looks like pins."

"Pins?"

" Yes, I have seen this before. The assailant puts poison or some solvant on the tip and make tiny pinpricks under the eyelids. It used as a ritual of some sort."

" I think Nick might have recovered one at the scene."

" Could be the key to the murder."

" Maybe. Thanks Doc!"

" I'll page you if I make anymore findings."

Greg nodded and exited out the doors. He made his way throgh the hallway and back to his office. Just as he sat down, Nick showed up at his door.

"We have a hit on the blood, it is a match to Melanie Dillion, our vic, a college student from LVU."

" Sweet, we have a name. All we need is a murder weapon."

" Exactly. Well ,back to work Oh, and thanks for hanging around. "

" No, problem." He faked a smile.

" I bet you're tired."

" You have no idea."

" See you later Greggo!" Nick said a left.

Greg looked down at the remaining evidence on his desk and then at the clock.

" God! Noon!" He thought to himself. He rapped his head, four times on his desk. " Is this a bad dream?" He didn't know. He was about to test the hair follicle, when suddenly the phone rang.

(brinnnggggg!)

It startled him so much , he nearly fell out of his chair.

" Who the hell is that!" He wondered as he reseated himself and sat back down in his chair.

After the fourth ring he picked up the phone.

" Hello?"

" GREGGIE!" A shrieking voice said.

" Hello? Who is this?"

" Greggie! Help me! HELP! Help me please."

" Who is this? Who are you!"

" Gre..." Her voice went away.

" Hello? Hello!" He yelled into the receiver.

" Why hello Gregory." Said a man on the other end.

" WHO THE HELL IS THIS? WHO WAS THAT WOMAN AND HOW THE FUCK DOYOU KNOW MY NAME!"

No need for shouting Gregory, we go back a looooong way..."

" WHAT!"

" You know..."

" Know what!"

" 10 years is a long time, are you sure you don't remember."

" 10 YEARS?"

" Oh come on Gregory! Think! Think deeper. Dive! Dive into your mind."

He thinks for a moment.

" You searched for three long years, and found nothing and I have finally grown tired of waiting."

He finally realized it.

" YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

" Now! Now ! Be civilized."

" You kinapped my little sister, you basterd. "

" Bingo! The kid gets a prize!"

" Why? Why! I want answers!"

" You'll get your answers soon enough. This is why. This is why Gregory."

" Why What!"

" Why you joined CSI, why you never gave up looking, why you were still hopeful."

" You have no idea!"

" I have plenty, now, if you want her back, meet me at the corner of 6th and Cass. BE there at 1:00. No later. If you come with your CSI partner, Nicky, she will be killed , along with yourself. Get my drift? "

" Sure."

" Very well."

The phone was muffled and then he heard the scream again. This time it was lounder.

" Jenna? Jenna! JENNA! He screamed at the top of his lungs.

The phone went dead...

ooh!Chills! I hope everyone enjoyed that little number! Thanks again to all my review and keep reviewing! Time for bed! It is late for me! Don't you love cliffhangers:) I will update ASAP! love you all! Jame.