Grissom was sitting at his desk, pouring over his preliminary notes from the most recent crime scene.
Caucasian male, approx. 35-40 y.o. Single shallow gunshot wound to neck. Severed jugular.
Apparent COD: exsanguination.
Foreign hair samples found on body. Murder weapon present at scene – fingerprints evident…
A light rapping on his office door interrupted Grissom's meditative state as he stared at the crime scene photos.
"Grissom," Nick entered the room, holding a file. "I lifted the prints from that gun & ran them through the database. They belong to an Olivia Woods. Arrested two years ago for drug possession but released due to insufficient evidence."
Grissom's breath caught in his throat. Olivia Woods. Could it be?
"Boss, you alright?" Nick asked with concern.
Grissom quickly composed himself & his face regained its standard neutral expression. "I'm fine Nick."
"Well, I'm about to head over to her last known address. Do you want to come or should I take Warrick?"
"I'm going to keep working on thesenotes & check in with Greg. Take Warrick."
"OK, boss." Nick turned & headed toward to door.
"Nick, may I have the print results?"
"Oh, sure." Nick handed the results from the fingerprint database search to Grissom & left.
Grissom's heart began to beat faster & his mind filled with dread as he opened the file. The face staring back at him from the mug shot had a likeness to the beautiful Olivia Woods he had encountered over 5 years ago. She had changed a lot over the years, but undoubtedly it was her.
Could his past be coming back to haunt him? One moment of weakness, one night after too many glasses of Cabernet Sauvignon, and now his career was in danger. If anyone discovered that he was involved with this murder suspect, he could become asuspect himself. Grissom decided that he had to get to Olivia first, before Nick & Warrick could speak to her. He just prayed that she wouldn't be home when they called around…
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