I decided to take out the whole Charlie is a woman (huh?) twist in the story cause a lot of you guys were confused. I took out the 'woman' line in Chapter 7. –hypnotizes readers- Charlie is a man. And he is crazy. Yep.
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Chapter 10
"Bingo." Nick smirked as he reached for the AFIS printout. After the recent explosion, the whole lab had been evacuated and the new lab technician had left him on his own to wait for the results. With sheer luck, hours earlier, he had found some unknown set of prints on the note that was addressed to him.
Hiding from the FBI, who had been scurrying in and out of the building, telling people to evacuate, he barely knew anything that went on in the past couple of hours.
Away from their prying eyes, he had sat behind the table, occasionally kneeling up for the results.
He fumbled for his cell phone unsuccessfully in his pocket. No good. In a hurry, he had left it in his locker after he'd heard of the unknown fingerprint in the note.
Reaching for the phone behind him, he dialed Warrick's cell phone number, knowing full well that the CSI was somewhere on the other side of the lab doing a discrete audio analysis of the recordings Greg had found.
He cringed slightly when he heard the ringing of his colleagues cell phone from where he was.
'Nick, what the hell?'
'Sorry. This is important. I found the owner of the unknown print.'
'I'm listening.'
'Michael Shapiro. Wanted for the murder of his wife- went missing 6 years ago. Guess who was working on their case?'
'Sara?'
'And it gets even better. Sara never got to close the case. A young entry level CSI did it for her.'
'That's motive. Guys probably pissed that she left a newbie to do her work for her.'
'What about you? You have anything?'
'Nada. I've been listening for some kind of subliminal message in the song that our guy requested from the radio show. I don't have any leads.'
'Maybe he's just a fan of the song.'
'Maybe.'
'Care to fill me in on what's been going on? I've been out of it for a couple of hours. Blame it on the fingerprint.'
'There was an explosion- Greg's hurt badly but he's stable and they found Sara.'
'Is she?'
'She's alive. If she were dead, I'd be in a manhunt right now. It's still not good though. I don't know all the details but, uh, Grissom found her on top of the third elevator. They can't get her out. Apparently opening the exit to let her out would trigger explosives that are set all over the building.'
'Fucking bastard. You better cuff me once we find him- cause I won't be able to help myself.'
'Yeah, but whose going to cuff me?'
'Think we can get a clearer point of view of this whole thing from Sara?'
'I don't think so. The FBIs taken over the whole case. You know they don't like to work with us CSIs.'
'I'm going to search online for facts about this case. Go try and talk to Sara.'
"Uh, if the twelfth floor elevator door triggers the explosives, why not go a floor down and let Sidle get out on the eleventh?" One of the agents asked, his eyebrow raised. There was a chuckle from the rest of the FBIs at the apparently concise solution to their problems but Grissom shook his head in disagreement.
"That would be too easy. Our perp is too smart for that." He mumbled his eyes lingering on the elevator door.
The agent frowned. "It's worth a shot."
"Would it be worth a shot if it triggers the explosives?"
"Won't happen."
"What if it will?"
There was a look of disbelief in the agents eyes. "Whose working on the case here, Grissom?"
"She's my CSI."
"Nothing's going to happen to her."
