2. May 30th: The second throw of the dice.
AN/ Nothing to say really except…. I don't know how to keep this going…
The Martian Paradise had been exposed in countless major felonies in the next week or so.
Evidence for drug trafficking, money laundering, extortion, blackmail, anything with lucrative financial possibilities, the Martian Paradise most likely was involved in it.
Over 260 staff members were arrested in connection to these crimes, before the others skipped town.
The investigation for the Casino double murder had been going on for over three weeks, and it had to be dropped due to too many pressing cases, yet it was always at the back of Grissom's mind. Same for Sarah, whenever she had even a moment spare time, she spent it reading the case file over and over, looking at every detail. She had become her normal obsessive self. Every now and again, if she anything of even minor interest, she spent hours chasing it, hoping to find something…
And surely enough she did.
She noticed that the man with two cases, had been carrying two pistols, much different to the others the guards were using. They were silver and bulkier than the others. Most guards chose to arm themselves with weapons that they were using to using, considering most of them had criminal history, some of them preferred to using their own pieces. After having Bobby look at the guns, he couldn't tell her what they were, he has nothing matched them on the firearms database, and he couldn't even tell her what ammunition they might use. She reported this to Grissom immediately, and went back to studying the case.
Everyone was worried about her, she was becoming dangerously obsessive about it.
Nick walked into her office.
Nick: "Hey Sarah, we've got a night out arranged soon, we're going to a Chinese restaurant, The Big Wang, wanna come along?"
Sarah looked up very briefly before going back to her PC "Sorry I'm a little busy, working on a case. Maybe another time, Nick"
Nick looked at her screen and saw it was a still from the footage, and she quickly covered the screen with something else "Hey why are you reading into my cases Nick? Let me get back to work!"
Nick was shocked at Sarah's hostility towards him and jumped back "Whoa, Hey Sarah, what's gotten into you. There's far more important cases out there, you need to let this one be. Besides, how much you time do you get Sarah?"
Sarah just replied almost coldly "This kind of thing is me time. It's like solving a puzzle no one else can be bothered to attempt, yet it's something that has to be done. Let me work, Nick"
Nick, left speechless just left in a hurry, and looked at Warrick and Catherine who ere passing by, with a look of hopelessness on his face.
The team went to that restaurant without Sarah, and Brass joined them as well.
They were just chatting about everything going on, outside of work, before… the subject of Sarah cropped up.
(Ok I'm fucking sick of this non script shit now. So back to how I work, damn Drama had too much an effect on me)
Grissom: So, what are we going to do about Sarah? It's really not healthy for her to be on this case so much. Has anyone got through to her
Nick: I tried this afternoon, but nothing, she's obsessed.
Brass: It's tough for her, the problems she has, I suppose that the case is better than most other outlets…
Warrick: You talking about the…? (reluctant to say the words)
Brass: Yeah, she's got it pretty bad from what I can tell, yet she still manages to work so well. I couldn't do it myself, not now…
Just as Brass had said that, Grissom's eyes turned to the doors as they opened, he didn't know why, he thought it was because he was hoping Sarah would turn up, but what he got was very different.
A bald man with a sharp black suit, a crisp white shirt and a blood red tie walked casually through the doors. He was walking as if he was any other man, yet he had a presence that demands respect. He had clear blue eyes, Grissom looked straight into them, and got a cold stare, reminiscent of death itself. As he walked past, Grissom could make out a barcode like tattoo on the back of his bald head. He walked straight into the men's toilets.
Grissom had trouble eating after that very brief moment. His eyes kept wandering to the toilet, wondering who that man was.
Warrick laughed a little
"Hey Griss, that guy got you thinking about something? Never thought were a Man's Man.(pause and sigh) But no, seriously, what's eating you?"
Grissom looked at him "did you see that man's eyes, cold as death. Feels odd, as if his stare could hold you to the ground, and not in a pleasant light at all."
Brass looked at Grissom as he was talking, and stood up.
"Well kids, Brass needs to use the boy's room, back in a few"
Brass walked off towards the bathroom slowly and calmly, but he looked kind of tense. They could all see it plain as day, but they were trained to.
Catherine spoke up "Do you get the feeling Brass is about to get into trouble with this?"
Nick and Warrick looked at each other and nodded before Nick spoke
"Yeah these drinks really go straight through you, Warrick, you feeling the same?"
Warrick caught on, as did Grissom and Catherine. "Yeah, gotta drain the water snake. Be right back guys"
They both walked to the toilets and opened the door to see Brass walk out, his hand in his jacket where his gun is.
Warrick stopped him "whoa easy Brass, what's going on?"
Brass looked at him and whispered into his and nick's hearing range
"The window's open, and there's a drainpipe next to it, and another open window. Work it out. I'm going to clear the upstairs rooms. If you're packing, come up with."
Nick wasn't carrying, but after a bad experience with his now wife and a bunch of thugs, Warrick always carried. He joined Brass while Nick sat back down and spoke to the others
Catherine: What's going on Nick? Trouble upstairs?
Nick: That guy didn't leave normally, he might of climbed up the drainpipe outside. They're clearing the other rooms.
Grissom looked up with eyes wide and ran outside, to his car.
Nick: And where's he going?
Just after, a scream was heard and much running with doors being kicked down, and lots of shouting from Brass and Warrick.
Grissom ran back in to the restaurant, field kit in hand upstairs.
Catherine looked to Nick and spoke quickly in panic: Somewhere we should be too!
They both ran to their cars, checked their kits and joined the new crime scene