Chapter III
XXX Evidence
Greg Sanders opened the top drawer of one of Harris's filing cabinets. Each folder had a month and a year on it. He leafed through them and his eyes widened. Five filing cabinets and it the first drawer was any indication, he was looking at the largest and meticulously organized collection of pornography he'd ever seen in his life…and it was all evidence.
"Hey Griss!" His boss came over with a slightly perturbed expression on his face. "Yes, Greg?" "I think I hit the mother-load."
Sara Sidle watched the young girl when she was reunited with her parents. Sofia Curtis stood to the side, watching as well, a small smile played across her face. Despite the fact that many girls had lost their lives...they'd saved this one. Wallace Harris had killed four other girls, they'd found the bodies in shallow graves in his basement. Four sets of parents would never be happily reunited with their girls.
The case had cut into all involved. Catherine was anxious to get home to her own daughter...Brass had a morose look in his eyes that only appeared when he thought about his daughter...and Sara...
Sara could feel the demons of her past breathing down her neck. All she wanted to do was close the case and go home. She wanted to forget again. She prayed that she would be able to bury it all again...before it destroyed everything she'd worked so hard for.
Jim Brass watched Sara Sidle work, cataloging the immense amount of evidence they'd brought from the scene. Something was bothering the young woman...more then usual. He wasn't sure what it was...but he hoped she would be okay, there were no answers at the bottom of the bottle.
"Where are you?" The magazines had notes in the margins, ideas, plans. He'd used the naked pictures to add fuel to his rapist's fire. Porn, hard porn. Some of it was legal, other parts weren't. The man had more kiddie-porn then Catherine had seen in all of her career. She looked over at Nick. "June 1988." Warrick looked up, "I've got July." Nick sighed and picked up the August edition of 'Barely Legal' Magazine. He scowled as he flipped through the pages, "This has got to be the weirdest case I've ever se…" Nick's words floated off mid-sentence and his eyes grew wide. He shook his head, he blinked, he twisted his neck around, but the image stayed the same. Both Warrick and Catherine looked at him, "What is it, Nicky?" He coughed, "I…it's uh…" Catherine stood and walked around behind the CSI and when her eyes fell on the page she could not control the gasp. "That can't…no way…no way." Warrick stood too and looked over Nick's other shoulder, his mouth fell open as well.
Grissom came in, all three of the CSIs were staring at a single magazine silently. "What have we got?" He pulled the magazine from Nick's lax hands and promptly froze when his eyes fell on the page.