A/N: OMG! I HATE TINA! I'm watching the rerun of "Shooting Stars" and she and Rick just made out a bit. Gawd I HOPE the writers make her cheat on him!
After Greg and Gris finish up with Doc Robbins, Sara and I meet up with the guys in the break room. Over Chinese and bar-b-queue, we discuss the case.
"So," Greg says through a mouthful of egg roll. "The doc said that each girl was strangled within an hour after she was drugged."
"Okay, so he's a fast acting guy," Sara says sourly. I smile sympathetically, for both her and the vics. I hope we catch this bastard soon, I think to myself. They're so young... I think about the victims. One was only sixteen. A minor! Well, the only benefit from that fact is that the jury surely would give the killer a harsher conviction.
"Do we know how he got them to take Rohypnol?" I ask, glancing at Greg for the answer. I know he's always felt like the little guy, the newbie. Hopefully, me asking him instead of Grissom helped his confidence.
Greg smiles slightly at me, answering my wish. It helps, and he helps me in turn by answering, "Well the first vic, Shelly Andrews—."
"The teen," Sara nods, stiffly.
Greg continues, "Yeah... she was drugged when she drank a strawberry dackari: virgin."
"And?" I press.
"The other woman, Haley Robbins. She last consumed a Budlight." Greg finishes, not looking triumphant, granted he was talking about two innocent girls getting killed. He did, however, seem a little pleased that we'd all expected him to talk, and Grissom even nods approvingly.
After swallowing the last of my coleslaw, I say, "Do we have any evidence of the killer?"
"Actually," Grissom answers, smiling. "Young Ms. Robbins gave us some of his epithelial. She put up quite a fight."
"So?" Sara presses, impatiently. Grissom throws her a half smile.
My eyes widen as he says, "We got a hit. Brass just went to get a warrant to search Mr..." he looks down at a piece of paper he'd been hiding. "James Samson."
"He has a record?" I ask.
My eyes widen even more when he shakes his head.
"No!" Sara cries, bewildered. I could tell she and I both knew where this was going...
"He's part of the LVPD," Grissom says. I bite my lip, and hear Sara curse under her breath.
"Damn," I mutter. They're supposed to be the good guys! I look up at Sara, who seems to be biting back the words we all know she wants to say. When a guy that's supposed to protect the victims, hurts them instead, it pisses off everyone. Usually, Sara gets the most pissed off.
"So, who's going?" Sara asks. Grissom raises an eyebrow at her, warning her to not go and pound the guy.
"If you promise not to lose your temper, you can come with me," he says. She glares at him, but nods.
When the two leave, I look at Greg. He looks at me. Then he brakes down, "Do you about Nick and Sara?" He grins, face turning red from restraining himself to not laugh. I hit him over the back of his head.
"Don't get in it," I warn.
"What? Me interfere with the new lovers?" He makes an "innocent" puppy face. I roll my eyes and start finishing my lunch.
A/N: Okay that was all about the case and a little about the snickers thing I have goin'. I'll get back to my main thing (WARRICK!) next chap.