Hi, gotta rush this cause yeah my computer time is like cut now. Anyways school, hectic, got lost a couple of times, and yeah.
Hopefully, cross your fingers, I can get the next one out soon. I don't know when though but hopefully soon.
As always don't own anything if I did I'd be rich. Plz review...major major.
By the way I'm too tired right now to translate any of the foreign languages so go tofreetranslations (DOT) com it's such a big homework helper.BTW Andrea's speaking Italian and Greg is of course speaking Norwegian.
Thankz of the reviews:
UnspokenLoves: Chapter One is not missing anything actually. (Embarassed) My mind that day couldn't stay on one subject for long so sorry. Thankz hopefully I will get to that...but high school is like time consuming even though I haven't even been back for some time.
Simply Crisis: Thankz and you'll be very very very surprised who the killer is.
Secret Whispers: Chapter Four Truth and Lies
"Hey kid."
Ryan scratched his head and stared sleepily at the super, or as he liked to call him fat arsed bastard. "Yeah?"
"You got the rent?"
Jeeze this guy could only think of money and lazing about watching his precious 60 inch plasma screen TV. The fat bastard rolled a cigarette into his fat lips and lit it up, "Yeah. Here." Ryan handed over more then half of his paycheck to the guy.
"Next time, don't be so tardy."
"Yeah whatever." Ryan said walking out the chipped wooden door.
Trina, Ryan's border collie puppy, poked her head out of the blanket she was wrapped in. "Hey, you get back in there. Of course I understand if you'd rather stay in some pound."
Trina hid her eyes with her paws and snuggled back into the blanket, Ryan opened the door to his car and placed Trina in the back. He climbed into the driver's seat, just as his cell phone rang, "Hello?"
"Mr. Anderson?"
"Yes?"
"We would like to ask you some questions."
Figuring it was the police he nodded, then remembering he was on a phone and the other person couldn't see him he answered, "Yeah...uh where?"
The guy on the other line gave him the address and hung up. Ryan studied the address for a few minutes, before figuring out it was the address of the crime lab. He drove there as Trina leaned her small and fluffy black and white furred head out the window. "Hey, don't complain to me when your head gets taken off. You better not haunt me either, alright?"
She wrinkled her nose and paid no heed. Rolling his eyes, Ryan parked the car and stared up at the building. "You gonna suffocate or are you coming in?"
Trina stuck her tail up in the air and walked proudly towards the entrance, Ryan locked the door and walked up to the red haired receptionist. "May I help you?"
"Uh...yeah. Um...I got a call from someone saying that they needed to ask me a few questions."
She clicked away at her computer for a few minutes, "Are you Mr. Ryan Anderson?"
"Yeah."
"Here you go." she handed him a visitor's badge and told him to go down the hallway until he reached an office marked Gil Grissom.
Ryan did as he was told, Trina got a lot of preculiar stares as she marched down the hallway. Reaching the designated door, Ryan knocked. Hearing a "Come in." He did, there were three people sitting there, two of which he already knew, Nick Stokes and Greg Sanders. However the old guy he didn't, he had a blue eyed stare, with greying hair cropped short, and a non althletic body. However he did look like he could strangle Ryan if he really wanted to.
"Mr. Anderson take a seat." the old man said pointing to a seat, okay he wasn't old maybe in his late forties, But that's pretty old to Ryan.
Trina took her oppurtunity, to make a great show of jumping onto the desk between the CSI people and settling in. "You brought the dog?" Nick asked.
Ryan shrugged, "Yeah."
The old man glared at the other two CSI's before placing an ID card in a plastic baggie before him, "What can you tell me about this?"
Ryan straightened up and reached for it. He picked it up and noticed it belonged to the football player that had pissed him off a couple of days ago and was dead. Also that it was a piece of crap, "Besides that it belonged to that guy which is dead and that this is total piece of shit. Nothing much."
"Hey, language." Nick said from the shadows.
"Sorry."
"So you know this is fake." the old guy said.
"If anybody believed either wise, I'd tell them to get their eyes checked." Ryan said.
"Can you tell me exactly what's wrong with it?"
"Sure. The edges are bleeding, the words are smudged, no hologram, and this is not a regular ID photo."
"Anything else?"
"Well if I had a fancy lab and a couple of hours, I could tell you something else. But right now, no."
"Mr. Anderson, since you know so much about fake ID's tell me how these got into your room." the guy put another larger baggie filled with blank ID's onto the table.
Ryan shrugged, "You tell me, cause that sure ain't mine."
"Maybe we can refresh your mind after a few hours in a holding cell." Nick said.
"Refresh it all you want. Cause I can't tell you because they arn't mine."
"Mr. Anderson a local university student tells me you made these..." Grissom (I'm tired of saying old guy...hey it is Ryan's POV after all.) pulled another baggie out, "For him and a couple of friends."
"Please you're insulting my ability to make genuine ID's, these are a piece of crap. I wouldn't want to spend a fortune on a crappy fake ID, if you know what I mean."
"So you admit you can make fake ID's."
Ryan shrugged, "Yeah."
"But you're sure you didn't make these?"
"I never got paid and unless I was under the influence of some sort of substance. I can garuantee you that I never made these ID's."
Grissom nodded, "Uhuh, we'll take a short break now."
Ryan let out a sigh and shrugged. Grissom, Nick, and Greg filed out, "He says he didn't make them, does anyone believe that?" Greg asked.
Grissom and Nick shrugged, "The evidence doesn't lie, Greg." Nick said quoting Grissom.
"But have we tested these ID's for anything? All we have is that they were in his room, that's not enough."
Greg and Nick looked down at their shoes in shame, "My bad. I'll ask Andrea to test them for epithelias or anything." Greg said and took the baggie of cards to the DNA lab.
"I guess we gotta let him go." Nick said.
"For now." Grissom said staring through the doorway at Ryan talking to his dog.
"Hey Andrea." Greg said stalking into the lab.
"Che ha torto adesso, Greg?" Andrea said not looking up from the microscope.
"Bless you."
"It's italian for what's wrong now, Greg? So bother telling me."
"Nothing is wrong Andrea and why don't you just speak Norwegian like the rest of the sane world?"
"E che ciò è? Come 1 del mondo di laboratorio di crimine?" Andrea looked up, "Adesso che penso di esso. Neanche."
"You're really irratating, you know that?" Greg glared at her.
"Ehi, se prendo che voglio poi tutto il pozzo che finisce bene, la destra? Inoltre amo le persone di bugging." Andrea said.
"To leker på dette spillet." Greg smirked.
"La fiera abbastanza."
"Hey, hey, hey. If you two want to have a weird convo that doesn't envolve english then do it outside of the english speaking crime lab, please." Nick said from the door way.
"Dette er ikke over." Greg said.
"Certo non è." Andrea said pointing a gloved finger at him.
"Please people, I'm feeling left out."
"Aw, does poor little Nicky need a hug?" Andrea said in her baby voice.
"Andrea, just tell us what you found."
"Well...the epithelias if from a male donor." Nick urged her on as she took a dramatic sigh, "But it isn't your suspect number one's."
"But...how could that be? They were in his room." Greg said staring from one face to another.
"One...they weren't his. Two...someone's trying to frame him. You know it's not hard to climb a ladder and place incriminating evidence into someone's house."
"Yeah yeah whatever, so who's is it." Nick asked trying to get them back on track.
"I'll give you three guesses." Andrea said smugly.
"Please we don't have time for this."
"Alright, alright. You guys are no fun. Anyways I went through CODIS and I found out that they...belonged...to..." Andrea gave inhaled dramatically, "To Joe."
"Joe? Who's Joe? Oh wait memory's coming back, I remember now that football player. Right?" Greg asked.
"Wow Greg you got something right after all."
Greg scowled, "Back to the drawing board I guess."