A/N: Gasp I'm updating so soon! Anyways I'm feeling very miserable cause it's like cold and rainy out and it's supose to be summer...geeze.
Warnings: Really bad language skills ahead of ya. I still need a beta reader, I could ask my friend emmotionaless but her skills are as bad as mine. (Pssht: You won't find her stories here, but you'll find them on quizilla.)
Disclaimer: Donownathingceptwhateverisorginal. There I said it, I'm so proud of myself.
Plz review, btw I know nothing of how things actually go down...lack of experience you might call it so many things are kinda urgh...that ain't suppose to be there.
Secret Whispers: Chapter Two Partial Answers
"Hey Andrea can you run a search on a Ryan Anderson." Greg asked as he walked into the lab.
"You're cutting into my break, ya know." said Andrea slightly pissed.
"How about a cup of my wonderful coffee to cheer you up." Greg enticed.
"We got a deal, but I want it before I do this search."
"Then I'll be right back...you don't happen to have a bottle of water lieing around do you?"
"Nope, sorry."
"Damn." Greg said as he headed out the door.
Coffee was almost ready and Greg was getting more and more paranoid, as the smell of Hawaiian Blue drifted through the break room. As soon as the coffee was done he poured it into two cups and sneaked out as Sara walked in, breathing the scent of Greg's coffee. "Greg, buddy ole pal." Nick said as he came in after Sara, they were both staring hungrily at the cups of coffee.
Greg took his cue and ran for the lab, careful not to splash coffee all over the place. He slammed the door closed and handed Andrea a cup as he peeked through the glass to see if any other people were gonna try and steal his coffee. "I've risked my life and soul for you by making you this coffee, now get to work." Greg said.
Andrea breathed in the scent of heavenly coffee and sighed happily as she tapped away on her computer. Done she leaned back as the computer processed the name and waited for it to spit out some information. Several minutes later the computer beeped and Ryan Anderson's files came up, "Wow." Andrea remarked.
"What?" asked Greg as he leaned over to take a look at the computer screen.
"His record seems like it's been wiped clean. There's nothing much on him, except he is a senior at the university. No criminal records, previous schools, parantage, nothing." Andrea said amazed.
"Now that's weird. Do you think that he has another name you can search? I hear he is quite the con artist." Greg asked.
"Probably, but that'll probably take days, months, years and we don't exactly have the CIA mainframe here." Andrea said.
"Yeah, well next best thing is to interrogate him." Greg said.
"I'll try one more thing. The easy search for any other names." Andrea said as she took the file picture and scanned it through the search. "Nope, but I have a feeling you're right about the name thing. Good luck." Andrea said as Greg took his leave.
"Thanks, I'll need it."
"So you're telling me you found diddly squat on this Anderson kid." Nick asked.
"Yeah, except really recent files. He's a senior at the university, driver's license, home address, nothing to make the unobservant suspicious. But he seemed to just have appeared out of no where these last few years, the farthest the records reach are when he first started university and that's it. No parantage known, nothing about his home town, nothing else but the basics." Greg said.
"That's tough." Nick said.
"Yeah."
"Well Greggo my man. Another interrogation coming your way."
"Why do I have the impression you are being paid to make me your servant?" Greg asked.
Nick whistled innocently, "You need the experience."
"So says the lazy texan." Greg muttered, "You driving or should I?"
"No way. I'm driving, if you drive we'd be lost in a matter of minutes." Nick said grabbing the keys to his tahoe.
"Aw shucks and here I thought I could get away form work for a few hours." Greg said as he followed Nick out.
"You keep dreaming." said Grissom behind them.
Greg clutched his heart, "You trying to give me a heart attack, Gris?"
"You're too young and healthy to have a heart attack."
"So says you, heart attacks can happen to anyone at anytime."
Grissom rolled his eyes before telling them that the Doc had their autopsey reports for Tim Micheals and to meet him in the autopsey room in five minutes. After Grissom went, Greg stretched and did a silent yes, "Interrogation will have to wait."
Nick rolled his eyes as they made their way to the autopsey room.
Dr. Al Robbins, David, and Grissom were already waiting for them in the autopsey room. "What's up Doc?" Greg asked mocking Bugs Bunny.
Doc just smiled and uncovered the DB which had it's head attached back on, "This guy had some chemicals in his digestive system, which could be some kind of knock out drug and of course alcohol. I'm still waiting for the tox report to come back.
"These cuts." Doc gestured to the slashes, "Were made before he had his head cut off. That's all I can tell you at this point in time, except that he was decapitated by something other then a knife. This cut is too clean to be from a knife even if it was done in one stroke which is highly unlikely.
"One more thing that should be interesting, he had his nose broken and ribs bruised fairly recently."
"Looks like it's back to the crime scene." Greg said making a swishing movement. "I'm fairly sure there were no beer bottles there. Or he could've been drinking somewhere else."
"Nah, let's go interview Anderson first...he could be the perp who did it." Nick said.
"Ah...but what's the motive?" Greg asked.
"Well, let's see." Nick said sarcastically, "Anderson is a con artist not yet detected by the feds, if the vic happens to be blackmailing him then he probably wouldn't want that would he?"
"Okay okay I guess you're right, but is this guy some art expert or something?" Greg asked.
"We'll just have to see." said Nick as they walked out the room.
"Principal Larkinson?" Nick asked as they opened the door to the principal's office.
"How may I help you?" said the principal all smiles. The man was in his late 50's, balding, chubby, and carried an almost distinct likeness to Santa Claus.
"We are with the crime lab, we would like to speak to Ryan Anderson."
Larkinson's face fell, "Ah yes, Anderson. I'm sorry to say that he has been suspended from the university for two weeks, you'll probably have more luck at his house."
"Can I ask you why?" Nick asked.
Larkinson sat down and gestured for the two CSI's to do so too, "He had a fight with one of the football players. He sent the boy home with a broken nose and bruised ribs."
"Who is this football player?" Nick asked already knowing who it probably was.
Larkinson licked his lips, "I believe he was found dead just a couple of days ago. Tim Michaels."
"Thank you for your time, Mr. Larkinson." Nick said as he and Greg shook the old man's hand.
"That's interesting." Greg said. "From the file picture I saw, he's like a stick. How can some 98 pound something beat up a macho football player?"
"Martial arts?" Nick asked as they headed out.
"Excuse me."
The two CSI's turned around to find themselves staring open mouthed at a pretty blonde in a cheerleading outfit. "Can I help you?" Greg asked.
"You are talking about Ryan, no?" she said with a slight russian accent.
"Yes, we are from the crime lab. Greg Sanders and Nick Stokes." Greg said as they all shook hands.
"Lilly Vermount." she said.
"You have some information on Ryan Anderson?" Greg asked.
"He is one of my friends." Lilly said, "If he is in trouble I should know."
"I'm afraid to say that he is one of the prime suspects in a murder investigation."
"The death of Tim Michaels, no? Ryan got in a fight with him, but he would never kill him."
"Do you know why they got in a fight, Lilly?" Nick asked.
"Who wouldn't?" Lilly asked, "He picks on people all the time. Ryan was just one of his random picks of the day. I believe he took a cheap shot at Ryan's parents."
Greg cocked his head, "Do you know who Ryan's parents are?"
"No, but I believe they are either dead or in jail."
"Lilly, can you tell me what Tim said."
Lilly pondered for a moment, "He said Ryan's parents were druggies and were hopeless causes just like Ryan."
"Ryan took the bait and hit him?" Greg asked.
"Ryan was having a very bad day, I always make fun of him when he wakes up on the wrong side of bed. If I didn't know better I would say that he was a woman having her monthlies."
"Lilly have you been or are in a relationship with Ryan?" Greg asked.
"No, we are just friends. By the way, you won't find Ryan at his apartment." Lilly said.
"You know where he is?" Greg asked.
Lilly smiled and said, "Follow me."
She led them to the parking lot and walked right up to a black SUV with darkened windows and knocked out a tune on the driver window. A muffled tenor voice came out, "Is that you, Lilly?"
"Yes, now open up."
They heard the door unlock and Lilly opened it to reveal a pale young man, with long hair that defied gravity, he blinked a couple of times before moving over to the passenger's side. Lilly got in and crawled over the seat to the back and unlocked the back door and let the two CSI's in. "Friend's of yours?" Ryan asked scrutinizing the two CSI's.
"You could say that." Lilly said as she grabbed the bag of chips out of the young man's hands.
"Ryan Anderson, we would like to ask you a few questions." Nick said.
"Ah yes, the ritual that all cops have. Question, search, and arrest." Ryan sighed.
"Then you have something to hide?" Greg asked.
"Nope, but you never know. Something as innocent as a fluffy pink bunny can be twisted into evidence against the suspect." Ryan said examining the parking lot.
"Then you won't mind if we search the car and your apartment." Greg said.
"Nope, but don't get your fingerprint powder all over the place. I don't wanna be cleaning up for months on end." Ryan said as he opened the door and tumbled out.
Lilly got out also and stretched, "Well I better be off, cheerleading practise, see you later Ryan."
"Ya later." Ryan stretched stiffly and leaned against the SUV.
An hour later Nick and Greg admitted defeat and sat in the SUV, "Can I ask you something?" Greg asked.
"You already did." Ryan answered before turning his body ever so slightly towards Greg.
"Why are you at the university even though you have been suspended?"
"An interesting question with a number of answers." he turned back to his original position making it harder for the CSI's to read him, "Reason number one, I'm meeting somebody. Number two, get my work for the next two weeks or so. Three, escaping my demented landlord. And four, spying on the love birds over there." Ryan gestured to the end of the parking lot where surprise surprise Lilly was macking out on some guy.
"Who's this person you are meeting?" Greg asked.
"I believe you have already met her."
"Who? Lilly?"
Ryan gave the slightest of nods, "Why didn't you pick up your school work when you were first suspended?" Nick asked.
"One I sprained my wrist." Ryan rolled up his right sleeve to show a cast like thing on it, "And two I'm quite forgetful."
"Then what about your landlord?" Nick asked curious.
"My rent is due today and I happen to not have all of it." Ryan glanced at his watch, "Well are you gonna search my apartment or what cause I'm leaving for work in a few. Here's the key to it, avoid the landlord at all costs." Ryan said as he climbed in and CSI's got out.
Plz review, hopefully next one will be out soon unless I'm caught up in a whirlpool of other bunnies that have nothing to do with this story. (stares wide eyed at one of her own stories) Haven't updated it for like ever, should really do that but oh well.