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"Actually, Linda-Maye," Nick interjects when he finally recovers the ability to do so, "We're looking for Sheriff Wakefield. You wouldn't know where we could find him would you?"
"'Course ah can," Linda-Maye answers, her face darkening a shade or two as her anger starts to resurface, "Four doors down on the right, the lazy basterd's prolly watchin' TV right now!"
Sketch Chapter 2 Four Doors down on the right…
"I'm sorry y'all, the Sheriff went t'answer another call. Is there something I can help ya with?"
He's a young man, couldn't be more than twenty-five, with shortly cropped dirty blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a smile that you'd expect to find on the cover of an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog as opposed to gracing the face of a small town deputy. None-the-less, here he sits, answering questions before they are asked. With a grin stretched ear-to-ear, he studies the pair of CSIs from his seat behind the expansive breadth of his desk. The deep cherry oak desk serves to exemplify the decorum of the rest of the station with impossibly dense features including the short legs and thick writing surface.
"Maybe, Deputy…?" Sara asks fishing for a name from the undeniably attractive young man.
"Wallace, Deputy Wallace," The young man answers with a self satisfied smile as he rises from an exceptionally thick oak chair and reaches an open hand across his desk. He doesn't bother being discrete about dragging his eyes over Sara Sidle from head to toe as he flashes her with an 'All American Boy' toothy smile. A smile is more than it takes to prompt an instinctive urge in Nick to knock a few of Deputy Wallace's shiny white teeth out of his blond little head.
"Well, Deputy Wallace," Nick interjects pulling the deputy's attention away from his partner and grabs a hold of his hand clamping down with a little more force than is entirely necessary, "I'm Nick Stokes and this is Sara Sidle. We're here from the Las Vegas crime lab-"
"Oh, right, of course," the deputy cuts in while tugging his hand away from the CSI's vice-grip, "th' Sheriff said ya'll'd be showin' up sometime soon"
He motions to the furniture around his desk, "Grab a seat, can I get ya' some coffee or something?" he offers blatantly addressing Sara like she is the only one in the room.
Ever the gentleman, Nick quietly slides a chair to his partner and waits for her to sit before pulling up his own seat. It's a very good thing that Nick Stokes is capable of functioning on autopilot, even now, when he is desperately fighting to keep his emotions under some semblance of control. He feels precariously close to an invisible edge that, in the past, hasn't been particularly problematic but for some reason unbeknownst to him, today (of all days), his thought processes are running amuck, completely blind to the logical wishes of his frontal cortex.
Astonishingly, while chaos is threatening to overcome Nick's delicate psychological balance, Sara, one of the most emotional human beings he has ever met, seems to be at insurmountable ease.
"That's alright Deputy Walla-"
"Jake, please. I think the only one that calls me Deputy is my little sister," the Deputy interrupts with a sweet smile that prompts an irrational tirade on the part of one, Nick Stokes CSI Level 3. He'd like to ask Jake what the hell that last statement was supposed to mean….
Sara shouldn't refer to Jake as Deputy because that would be too sisterly? Well, it's pretty damn obvious that Deputy Jake has very un-sibling-like motivations where Sara is concerned…so of course that's what the hell he means…Christ Stokes, pull it together…..but did Jake or did Jake not, JUST introduce himself in a sickeningly Bond-like fashion as Wallace, Deputy Wallace. Shit. That's it. The son of a bitch wants to sleep with her.
I'll kill him.
"Well, Jake it is then," Sara corrects with a small smile and continues, completely unaware of the ticking time bomb in the seat to her right, "Would you be willing to catch us up with some of the details about what's happened here?"
Jake settles himself back in his chair while Nick bites down on his lower lip to keep from muttering "Yeah, fuck-stick. The dead girl should be the priority here."
"Absolutely," Jake answers flashing yet another wide grin before sliding a manila colored folder across the table in front of him and moves into a summary, "The deceased is…." he pauses and takes a breath as Nick works to refrain from grinding his teeth, "The deceased was an 18 year female, Clara Brook. She was reported missing by her parents, Cindy and Robert Brook, last Thursday afternoon when she didn't come home from work-"
This time, Nick fails to circumvent his newly onset rashness, "Last Thursday!" he barks, "Why wasn't there a report filed until early this morning?"
"Now, hold on there just a second my man," the deputy counters with his blue eyes narrowed, "We're on the same side here, Clara was my sister's best friend, and I want answers just as much as anyone!"
Less than a year ago this conflict would be quite a bit different. Sara would most likely be the passionate aggressor while Nick would be there to settle the outburst. Today things are obviously altered as Sara discretely lays a gentle hand over Nick's forearm before offering a response to the fired-up law enforcement officer across the table.
"We understand that Jake, but there must be some reason that the Sheriff decided to wait more than the standard forty-eight hours to contact us."
Truth be told, Sara is momentarily taken aback by her thoughtful wording. She would be the first to admit that, in the past, she hasn't been the best asset when it comes to personal interaction but she had just sounded like a seasoned pro. Maybe spending a bit of her extra time at Saint Vincent's was actually doing more than appease a guilty conscience.
Sara's bewilderment covers the soft rush of breath that escapes Mr. Stokes when her long fingers unexpectedly curl around a portion of his forearm. The heat crashing through his body reveals to him that it has been quite a long while since the last time Sara Sidle touched him in this manner. It's a touch of purely innocent intention but in this moment he couldn't trust himself to speak if it meant his life. Then, just as he can literately feel a part of himself breaking apart, her touch is gone and reality closes in around him. He is being irrational and he knows it. He was thinking like (and on the verge of acting like) a completely selfish asshole and he certainly knows that. It's in rare moments like this that Nick really wants to be capable of operating heavy machinery under the influence of narcotics - get the calm sans the out-of-body experience part.
"Yeah, I get it, and I'm sorry for the outburst. This whole ordeal has been very…. It's been very difficult," Jake responds offering sincerity in his demeanor and shows as much in his eyes that are, for once, directed towards Nick. "I assure you, the moment the Brook's reported that Clara was missing, the paper work was filed. Hell! I was the one that took their statements! The carbons of the original request forms should be in that folder," he finishes with a motion towards the folder now resting open in Nick's lap.
Nick nods in affirmation before his reply, "This request was cancelled less than an hour after being filed. What changed?"
"Deputy Thompson, and before you ask he's out with the Sheriff right now. Thompson radioed in with another missing teenager, Rayne Beaumont (Clara's boyfriend) along with Mrs. Beaumont's X5 BMW and a couple hundred dollars in cash. Th' Sheriff cancelled the request under the assumption that the two teens were together and phoned ahead to the Arizona state police with an All Points Bulletin on the missing SUV," Jake shrugs his shoulders in a moment of defeat. It is a gesture that Nick knows very well, a look he's seen before and as much as he wants to hate the guy, Deputy Jake Wallace really isn't the horrible bastard that Nick wants him to be.
From what Nick had already gleamed from the police report in his lap, Jake had vehemently opposed the Sheriff's decision to terminate the outgoing request. In fact, the young deputy had been rather vocal about the issue, which explains a few things…. For instance, the impeccable orderliness of Jake's desk, the filled garbage bag leaning against his wastebasket, not to mention the fact that he seems to be the only one left in the office.
"I take it boy and car are both still missing," Nick states after briefing looking up and away from Clara's file.
"No one has seen or heard from him since the night before Clara vanished," Jake answers.
"Has anyone talked to Mr. Beaumont's parents recently?" Sara chimes in from Nick's side.
"Thompson talked to his mother last Thursday-"
"Yeah," Nick confirms holding up a couple yellow sheets of paper, "Here's the transcript," he then passes the documents to Sara, taking care to avoid coming in contact with her skin lest falling into the game he was losing a few moments earlier, and continues to address the Deputy, "His father is deceased?"
"Yeah," Jake answers with a hint of remorse in his voice, "happened about four years ago…air force guy said there was some sort of heavy equipment malfunction or something like that."
Something inexplicable twists inside Nick's chest eliciting a brief wince in response. It's something he feels that he should understand, much less recognize, but he has no idea where this sudden unnamed emotion came from.
Great, just great, crack out the butterfly nets and straitjacket, I've come unhinged, cheese slid WAY off the cracker, funny farm here I come, I am the Walrus Coo-Coo-Ca-.
"What about Clara's parents?" Sara asks having finished a quick run through the interview transcript, "Have they been questioned since…?"
"No, actually…they uh, went to Vegas with Clara," Jake answers
"Vegas." Nick replies working hard to keep an underlying tone of exasperation out of his voice. The twist in his chest gives away to a rapid succession of revelations clicking across his thoughts but as soon as he tries to grasp on to a picture long enough to understand it, comprehension is violently ripped away.
After working as a CSI for more than five years, Nick had come to believe that he had fallen into a routine that allowed him to be maximally efficient in his investigations. Like so many other things in his life, the comfort of that routine had been obliterated months ago. Yet, in the disorder of the past year a new methodology has slithered its grip around Nick's life.
The most intriguing departure from the old, has been the complete absence of what he used to consider structure. Deductive reasoning had fallen to an intrinsic wordless dialog leading him to make seemingly absurd demands from the components of each investigation (like now, for example, following some arbitrary air force statement, he feels a requirement to learn the exact status of the body). Furthermore, endpoints have been settling in his mind far too rapidly, yet the disturbing part has been the accuracy of such seemingly random conclusions.
Although he emphatically refuses to acknowledge it, not one of his cases over the past year has ended in a manner that truly surprised him.
"Were pictures taken of the body and crime scene?" Sara asks interpreting Nick's quiet brooding as well placed frustration with the course of the investigation.
"I believe so but I d-" Jake offers as a partial answer before he is interrupted.
"How long ago?" Nick asks as his thoughts focus for the first time since arriving to Hickory.
"I'm….sorry….um… What?" Jake questions, his face mirroring Sara's.
"How long ago did they leave with the body and do you have a phone that will have a signal?" Nick answers in a driven tone completely different than his voice was five minutes earlier. His posture is flipped to a determined stance; now he has an attainable goal.
"I don't know for sure, I'd say they left 'round nine, ten hours ago-" Jake answers and is interrupted yet again.
"Doctor Robbins," Sara states simply and graces Nick with an appreciative smile.
"Exactly," Nick answers with a blandness that Sara has come to dread hearing and continues with an air of authority she would never have expected from him, "Deputy. Phone."
"Yes sir," he replies instinctively adding the salutation, "We have a few spare satellite phones behind the counter up front. Batteries should be charged."
As Nick swiftly makes his way to the front of the station, Sara can't help but stare at his retreating form and wonder. She used to think that she had some-what of a handle on Nick Stokes, that his emotions no matter how detrimental, were convoluted into everything in his life. Convoluted, but under control. She loved that about him: that he could feel so deeply and express so freely. But now? Every situation is the same in his reactions. He starts out with his old façade of carefree Nick (a characteristic Sara was never quite able to believe). The lie moves gradually into a ferocious anger coursing through him until he completely shuts down, closing himself to the world. He was never carefree but now he's changing into something terribly self destructive right in front of her eyes and she doesn't know what to do about it.
"Is he always so…well…"
"Abrupt?" Sara finishes for the deputy but doesn't turn to address him, "He has his moments."
"Here, let me draw you a map to where they found Clara," Jake offers and when she turns to face him, motions for Sara to come around to the other side of the desk as he gathers a blank sheet of paper and ball point pen, "It's not exactly easy to find…..or easy to get to and you're gonna need some climbing gear and…well time."
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"Hey, Doc, how's it going?"
"Ah, Mr. Stokes nice of you to ask," Dr. Albert Robbins drawls, "I believe that a number of crimes comparable to that of every criminal act that occurred in Las Vegas over all of last year has managed to culminate into a period of the past three days," Dr. Robbins answers, his exhaustion evident in every breath.
"That good huh?" Nick replies trying to lighten the conversation as much as possible.
"Oh it's like Christmas in here. I've been opening up bodies for thirty hours straight and new contestants just keep rolling on in," Robbins answers before moving the phone away from his mouth briefly in order to instruct the driver of a so called 'new contestant', "No, no, not over there, I need to be able to get to the scales. Try back by the south wall…your other south"
"Oh boy" Nick sighs and starts to drum his fingers against the counter immediately starting to consider his options.
"Nick, what can I do for you?" Dr. Robbins asks.
"Yeah, looking for some information on a vic. 18 year old female, Clara Brook"
"Ms Brook," Dr. Robbins repeats to himself running through the past few hours in his mind to place Nick's victim, "Clara, yes, she's been here for about two hours which puts her about…. oh, twenty hours out."
"Good…God. You planning on taking a nap in the morgue?" Nick asks as his mind wraps around a contingency plan.
"If the shoe fits," Dr. Robbins drones in response, "I'm sorry Nick but there really isn't much of anything I can offer you about your vic. at the time being"
"Not a problem Doc but I do have an idea," Nick states as a thoughtful expression clouds his features, "Can you send the body to another medical examiner?"
"Well, I know a guy in Phoenix but I don't believe he would appreciate-"
"No, no. Is it possible to send the body out…quickly?" Nick replies trying to make a few quick choices about how he should proceed. With time being the most overwhelming issue he should go ahead and have Las Vegas send the body to Galveston and hope to God that Katya will take pity on him….
"Of course, but I need to know where to send it…quickly" Dr. Robbins answers.
…but sending the body without clearing it with her first could turn out very poorly.
"Yeah," Nick answers and pauses to collect his thoughts, he really doesn't have a choice, "Okay, you ready for the address?"
"Go ahead"
"Name is Katya, K-A-T-Y-A Stokes, M.D., University of Texas Medical Branch, Keiller building…"
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"Do you have any other suspects?" Sara asks after looking over Jake's map a third time, "Someone where she worked or here in Hickory?"
At first Jake offers a short mirthless laugh as his eyes momentarily focus beyond the station wall facing the street. When he comes back to the conversation his eyes are hazed to a dull blue and his face is drawn haggard revealing his age…but there's something else, something still buried behind his eyes, desperate and painful.
"Ms Sidle, people don't come to Hickory for the scenery…"
Unsure of how to respond Sara unconsciously furrows her eyebrows together in question.
"Look," Jake continues, "there's no phone company, no water company, no electric company…. Everyone here has to provide for themselves and no one that lives here is exactly hard up for cash. We're not on any maps; God knows how the two of you found us. This place is nowhere and rich folks don't go to nowhere if they haven't got something to hide.
Everyone in Hickory is a suspect."
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A cacophony of sounds scatters from the phone following the final ring of Katya's cell. Nothing in particular is a distinguishable noise that he can even begin to place but this sort of greeting isn't so out of place to be worrisome.
"What the-"
"It's raining…." A female voice answers and then continues with a definite stream of annoyance, "and it just so happens that every vehicle on the island fixed with a siren is showing it off in front of the house."
Then, as if to solidify the drama in Galveston, Texas, an unnerving crash shakes the Victorian style home Katya Stokes is renting, sending her dog into hysterics and actually causing a brief click in her cell phone connection.
"Jeeeee-sus," Katya mumbles, "That one gave me goose bumps…. Nick-o, sorry 'bout the noise so what's up?-oh, wait, hold on for a sec-" Nick can't help but chuckle at the next predicament he overhears as Katya moves the phone away from her mouth, "Hey, guys, is there uh, any particular reason my dog is covered in pink highlighter?" a pause follows within which he expects some sort of answer was offered, "Yeah, aight…I'll uh, get you a new one?…sorry 'bout that Lucia"
"The mutt ate a highlighter!" Nick exclaims and leans against the counter at his back.
"Not too surprising, that dog came equipped with two neurons held together by a spirochete," Katya deadpans, "But I'm pretty sure you're not calling about the mutt."
"How's the Captain?" Nick asks with the hint of a smile across his face that doesn't quite reach his eyes. Conversation with Katya via phone has never been very easy for him. They had always been able to communicate much more effectively face-to-face and now, adding to his discomfort, he needs to ask her for help.
"Jack is fantastic. The tourists love him and he reveals in the attention," she answers amicably but it doesn't take much to see through her brother's niceties, "Nick, you're stallin'. Spill it."
" Uh, yeah, actually I was wondering if you would consider doing me a bit of a favor…well, doing Sara and me a bit of a favor-"
"Whoa, wait a second here… a "favor" for you AND Sara…I'm not gonna have some horrific mental image burnt into my retina am I-"
"Kat, knock it off will ya-" Nick growls.
"I'm just sayin'-"
"Yeah, I get it, shut-up, this is an actual, serious request!"
"Serious," Katya fires back, "Check, got it, go ahead"
"I need an autopsy," Nick answers with a plea in his voice.
"I hate to break it to ya, but that really isn't my expertise," Katya answers without missing a beat.
"Well, it should be AND it is your roommate's expertise," Nick replies hopefully, "Vegas is swamped they aren't going to get to the poor girl before tomorrow evening, we are out in the middle of no where without a cause of death to consider, it's at the very least a six hour drive to get back to Vegas or I'd try to get-"
"Nick, she'll do it," Katya answers as another click interrupts the line coinciding with the thunderstorm pummeling the island in the gulf coast, "However, that was a lovely tirade though…you feelin' alright?"
"Thank God," Nick mutters and continues, "Yeah, I'm great, just a little pressed for time."
"And understandably so" Katya offers in response and pauses to give her brother a little time in silence to consider telling her the truth about his state of being before deciding to continue, "What kind of details can you give me?"
"She'll arrive care of the Las Vegas crime lab, Doctor Al Robbins-"
"Wait," Katya mutters through a snort of laughter, "Dr. Robbins?"
"Yeah, what's funny-?"
"Robbins…it's ironic," she answers around her mirth and continues when he doesn't respond, "See, the definitive text of medical pathology is Robbins Pathologic Basis of Disease.".
"Katya….a history lesson?" Nick counters not bothering to hide his exasperation but can't help letting a chuckle loose regardless of the fact that he has no idea what his sister is talking about. He grew up with her laughter; laughing to the point of tears; anyone with a brother or sister knows that the genuine laughter of a sibling is a very powerful thing.
"Right," she counters no longer laughing but a smile still evident in her voice, "I meant…Is there anything in particular you want us on the look out for? Specific toxicology screens? Injury patterns?"
"Uh, lets see here…." Nick lets a long breath out and sighs, "We really don't know much about what happened or even what kind of kid she was…we jus' got here."
"Nice," Katya answers, "Must 'a been a hell of a drive to get there"
"Damn straight it was. Tox. for THC would be a waste of time but if you can try to get a blood alcohol, that might be a good idea, if she hasn't been gone too long."
"Thoughts? Suspicions? Nick I know you have them," Katya probes.
"I, uh. This place is a bit hard to get a grip on," Nick answers and rubs a hand down his face, "She's 18 didn't come home from work…her boyfriend is still missing… I don't know if he's responsible for this or not…."
"Alright, that tells me, we need to keep a few things in mind: sexual assault and activity, physical signs of drug use and assault…then of course there's cause of death, time of death, etc. Why don't I give you a call when we get into the swing of the autopsy?"
"My cell doesn't work out here," Nick replies and smiles as he watches Sara approach from around the corner.
She leans against the counter beside him with a perplexed look gracing her features and concentrates on the wind collecting dust out in the street
"I'm on a satellite phone," Nick continues, "When I can get to something more permanent, I'll call you."
"Sounds like a plan," Katya answers, her voice sharpened to what Nick knows as her Enough with the phone, I gotta get back to work tone.
"Aight…take it easy,"
"I'll talk to you later and say 'Hello' to Sara for me," Katya requests with what she must consider an obvious unspoken implication.
"What?"
"You're smiling…makes you sound different…" she answers.
"Riiiiight, G'bye Kat" Nick fires back in a patronizing voice.
"G'bye Nick."
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To be continued...
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