Disclaimer：I am not connected in any way to CSI
Summary：What happened after they came back to the lab.
Rating：T
A/N：Thanks a lot to my beta reader Rhee. Thank you so much to my reviewers, I've never thought that I could get more than five reviews, and your reviews and suggestions mean a lot to me. And thank you to people who read the story.
Next Station：HAPPINESS ?
Chapter Three
Life was always the way what it was. The bus you were waiting for was always late, the person you loved always didn't love you back, the things you wanted you always couldn't have. Maybe, you needed those various helplessness elements to color your life bright.
Silence was the only sound in the morgue. Doctor Albert Robbins stood near a steel table which was in front of the morgue cabinet. He warily dismantled the bagged bodies, and took a hose from a sink behind the steel table to carefully wash the blood and dirt away. He examined cuts and wounds of the flesh and tried to piece together the whole body as if he was doing a jigsaw puzzle. Sensing Catherine was waking in the morgue, Doctor Robbins said to her without breaking what he was doing. "Time of death is a mystery. The body, well, bodies were tightly sealed in plastic bags because of that it retarded the speed of decomposition."
Although Catherine had seen a lot of bodies laid on that cold and hard steel table many times before, she was still not used to seeing the flesh and still felt thrilling. She nodded and walked to a stop beside Doctor Robbins. "What is victim's gender?"
"Definitely male and age is around 20 to 30." Doctor Robbins said it firmly.
"Male? Shit!" That was not the answer Catherine expected to hear.
Seeing the wondering expression on Doctor Robbins' face, Catherine immediately apologized to him. "Sorry. Anything else?"
Doctor Robbins pointed a wound of the body. "Cut's clean. Extremely sharp, short instrument."
"Scalpel?" Catherine asked to Doctor Robbins immediately.
With a raised a brow in question, Doctor Robbins turned to face Catherine. "Have we had a similar conversation before?"
That question hit her, and then Catherine seriously asked her question return. "Doctor, do you remember few years ago we got a male victim was cut into pieces, just like this one?"
Doctor Robbins nodded twice. "I remember. The killer precisely dismembered the male victim without cutting through the bone. And I don't like to mention it, but the female victim with him looked like Sara."
"Yeah, that's what I think and we didn't have enough evidence to catch that killer. Do you think it's the same person? Doctor?" Catherine did not feel surprised that Doctor Robbins thought that, too, because she knew everyone in the lab would think that as well.
Doctor Robbins deliberated seconds. "I'm not sure, Catherine. All I can say is those two killers have knowledge of anatomy and elegant separate body skill."
Catherine sighed.
"So you're worried the killer might be the same person?" Doctor Robbins asked it curious.
Catherine shook her head. "No, I'm worried about how much Gil will be stuck in the case this time."
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It was almost five o'clock in the morning when Warrick, Greg and Sara left their crime scene. On the road back to the lab, they did not say a word, even optimistic Greg could smell how terrible and serious this case was. Because their victim was still alive, they had to push their good luck to catch the cruel killer and give their victim a justice. Leaving the parking lot with the evidence that they had collected, the three of them all knew their work was not finished yet. Without any hesitation, the CSIs walked in three different directions to start what they should do.
After he gave lab teach, David Hodges, the small balls that he found in victim's garden to examine their compositions, Greg went into a lab. He opened the flatbed scanner and scanned the shoe print he found with the small balls into the computer and printed it out with a transparency film straightly. He than took the film and went to layout room, moved five thick shoeprint books on a big table in the middle and started to compare the shoe print he got with the books.
Sara started to analyze the scalpel, she found under the arm chair. After she went to the trace to give lab teach Bobby Dawson two bullets, which she found in Mr. Harrison's living room. She carefully took a sample of the blood on the scalpel then turned off the light, used ALS to see where prints were exactly and tape lifted one fingerprint off of the scalpel.
Warrick took a tape lift and puts it over the gun which was found near the male victim and collected two fingerprints off of it, then he gave the prints to print lab teach Jacqui Franco to run them through AFIS to see whom those print belonged to and he gave the gun to Bobby.
Hearing footsteps in the hall, Greg lifted his head seeing it was Warrick who just passed by the layout room, he threw down the film on the table and quickly walked to the door. "Hey Warrick!"
Warrick stopped and turned around to look at source of the voice. "What's wrong? Greg?"
Left hand grabbing the door frame to support his weight, half body leaned against it, Greg said in a worried tone. "Do you think Sara is wired?"
"Why?" Warrick stared at the younger man. Of course he knew why Greg asked the question because he was concerned as the man in front of him. But he knew Sara. He knew she did not want people to think she was weak or question her professionalism when she did her job.
"Well, Sara acted like she was fine, but I know she is anxious about the victim after she discovered the victim was alive and Sara didn't say a word after she found the bloody scalpel. You think she is alright?" Greg was a little satisfied with his observation skill.
Although what Greg said was right, Warrick thought it was not a good time to ask Sara if she was alright. "I think Sara is alright, Greg. She is a big girl, if she needs some help, she'll ask for."
"Yeah, right, she'll ask." Greg drily said without looking Warrick.
Warrick stared at him. "Did you get a mach off that shoe print?"
"Okay! Okay! I'll do it now." Greg turned around and went back to the big table as fast as he could.
Warrick looked Greg went back to his work then he straightly walked towards to the morgue.
TBC
A/N：I know this chapter was lack of Sara and Grissom, but trust me, it's a GSR story. Any suggestion or what you think after you read this chapter? Please let me know. And thanks for reading the story.