Comfort Zones
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of CIS. I only wish I did.
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Gil Grissom walked in from the next room and tried to see what Catherine Willows was looking at, unsuccessfully, "What is it Cath?"
"Well this is what we've found in the vic's pockets." She said pointing to the strange arrangement of items spread across the table. There was a mechanical pencil, a large eraser, 16 quarters, 6 pennies, 2 nickels, and a fortune out of a fortune cookie. Gil took the fortune carefully and read it aloud, "Comfort zones are most often expanded through discomfort."
"Smart girl to keep that close." Cath smiled. Even through her smile she couldn't help but think of what she would do if it was her daughter in this girl's place.
Without warning Nick walked into the room. "Identify her yet?" He asked with an air of arrogance.
"Not yet." Cath answered, and knew the answer to her next question before asking, "How about you?"
He gave her a proud smile, "Her name's Kathryn Hoscheid. She's 17 years old and was going to Truman High School, in Minnesota."
"So how did she wind up down here?" Gil asked, his brow furrowing as he got more confused.
"That's what you have to figure out." Nick said shrugging his shoulders.
"Well do you have anything else on her?"
"Oh, yeah." Nick quickly looked back over his papers, "She lived with her mother, a Mona Hoscheid, and her grandmother, Mary Brain."
"Thanks Nick." Gil said before looking back down at the collection of evidence. Greg decided it was time to leave the two alone to figure out their case again.
"You know Gil there's just a few things that I don't understand about this. I mean, this girl was wearing a pair of 16 dollar shoes, a 12 dollar shirt, a 4 dollar watch, a couple of bracelets that she could have gotten for a few dollars anywhere, but she was wearing a pair of over 50 dollar jeans, and two rings, they were priced one at 250 dollars, and the other was 4,500 dollars! How could a teenager afford things like that?" She asked looking down again.
"Family heirlooms. There are some families that hand jewelry down to the next generation earlier than others. Hey look at this," she said holding up a slip of paper that looked like it came from a fortune cookie, " 'Comfort zones are most often expanded through discomfort."
"Smart girl to keep that around." he said taking it from her.
"I just think that we should contact her family as soon as possible."
"I'm with you on that." Gil said taking the information that Nick found for him and went to his office. Gil looked over everything one more time, trying to figure out how a 17 year old could get all the way across the country. Suddenly he spotted something that caught his attention.
"Hey Cath." He said walking back into the lab.
"What is it?" she asked, curious to know why he was back so quickly.
"There's something here that Greg forgot to mention. She had large amounts of THC in her blood."
"THC? This certainly doesn't look like a girl who would smoke that stuff."
"You can never tell." Gil said before walking back out of the room.
