Nothing + Nothing Nothing
Rating: PG-13….warning violence.
Spoilers: Same as always….don't know what or when….just be careful.
Disclaimer: I'm only going to say this once, so listen carefully...I…do…not…own…anything.
A/N: The Jones confusion will be cleared up now.
Greg called Brass.
"Jones is in jail." Brass said before Greg could say anything.
"We know. The thumb print is self inflicted, and she has a rap sheet all on her own." Greg said into his phone.
Brass arrived in the interrogation room at the Las Vegas Crime Lab.
"Why would you inflict wounds on yourself and blame them on your ex boyfriend? Why would you try to frame him for harming you after he is already been put away?" Greg asked
"You wouldn't understand." was the reply of the thin, short, blonde woman.
"Try us." Brass said.
"You have put us into a lot of trouble for nothing. We're busy with real cases." Sara said.
The woman sighed and told the story of her boyfriend how he was never there, never faithful, never what she needed. She wanted him to pay, so she figured she'd make up this thing about him being on bail and a temporary release, after all he does have connections. She just wanted him to pay because he had killed her lover.
Brass sighed.
"You put my department on a wild goose chase. I'll take her from here." Brass stated.
Greg and Sara got up and walked back to the break room.
"That was weird." Greg said.
Sara looked over at him.
"It's Vegas. You expect it not to be weird at times?" She asked with a smile.
Greg smiled back at her.
"True, but she caused a couple hours of running for nothing." Greg said.
"She's crazy and in need of mental help." Sara replied.
They went to the break room. They just finished with their cups of coffee when Grissom walked in.
"Assignments." Grissom said as they got up and followed.
Nick and Warrick were to handle an abandoned corpse. Catherine was to assist Sophia with a burglary. Sara and Greg were to take on a suicide gone wrong situation.
Greg and Sara drove out to the scene. There sat a shaken guy on the front steps.
A police officer approached them.
"He was about to kill himself when he was interrupted. Friend don't let your friends kill you." The police officer reported and passed up the CSIs.
Sara and Greg approached the young man. He looked up at them. He had obviously been through one heck of a trip. Just inside lay a blood pooled corpse. Sara and Greg looked at the young man.
"Wanna tell me what went on?" Greg asked.
"My name is Todd. It wasn't supposed to go down like this. He was a good friend to me. I-I don't know how I could have gone on with out him." Todd replied.
"So, you're friend killed himself?" Sara asked.
Todd said nothing else. He was obviously shaken. The officer came and cleared him from the scene. Sara and Greg entered the house. The looked around. There was broken glass and blood all confined within a ten foot radius. Carefully they rolled the dead guy over. A knife was sticking from his abdomen. Two hours had passed; they finished gathering their things along with their evidence. They went back to CSI where they processed a blue fiber they found on the body. They had found glass in the back of his head as well. Other than that and the knife which was clean, they had nothing.
Sara sighed. It was going to be a long night. They had nothing.
TBC...