An accident can be determined as an undesirable or unfortunate happening that occurs unintentionally and usually results in harm, injury, damage, or loss; casualty; mishap: automobile accidents.
That's exactly what it was listed as, an accident. It had been an accident that his car had popped a tire. It was an accident that he had been driving right past a construction site, when his tire popped and he flew past the warning signs. It was an accident hitting the gravel pile just at the right angle so the car flipped into freshly dried concrete. It was an accident that nobody saw the car or what was left of it till the next day when the workers came back to work. It was an accident that there was little evidence collected, what else was there to say? The vehicle malfunctioned.
It was an accident.
If she heard the word accident on more freaking time, she was liable to get not so nice. Her sunny disposition would be gone out the door taking a coffee break, while the not so nice, one that she tried to keep under wraps most of the time would make an appearance and likely strangle who ever said it.
Slipping in unnoticed to an evidence room, the quietest room in the crime lab or so she was told and locked the door.
"Tire shards found on road leading into scene, tire marks suggest an attempt to stop was made before breaking the windshield as vehicle crashed the gravel pit, and into the foundation of the new 5 Diamond's Hotel Cause of Death was 3 degree burns to100 of body. Injuries accumulated when car flipped and caught fire, wallet was found three feet away from wreck" she read out loud to herself, okay so he tried to stop, any normal person would who had blown a tire. She reached into the box to pull out what was next. The few tire shards that had been collected, nothing special, but if the tire had blown then maybe these pieces could be fitted together to find the exact reason why the tire popped.
The next piece of evidence had her biting her lip, his license, and his smiling face. Small burn marks on the edges, it had been in the wallet, which had been conveniently thrown from his car, and landed beside the car three feet down off the concrete. The explosion passing over it almost completely only burning when the flames expanded. But what guy in their right mind would put their wallet on the seat beside him? It didn't make sense. Which lead her to believe that whoever set this up, wanted them to know that it was Greg, so no tooth impressions were made. No reason to believe that it was anyone else, when you couldn't contact the person in question and his wallet was found at the scene.
A lot of assumptions.
"Wallet and contents were dusted for fingerprints and came back to Gregory Sanders, Las Vegas Crime Lab" another dead end. Once again all pointing to an accident.
She felt a vibrating sensation at her hip, and it took her a few seconds to realize that her phone was silently ringing. Grissom the caller ID read and she ignored it for the time being she needed to do this.
After the third time he phoned her, she answered it.
"What do you want?"
"Where are you?"
"Where are you?" she echoed
"Sara I have a case for you, Tangiers suspicious perks"
"I can't I'm not feeling well"
"Okay" no questions asked, he hung up the phone, how long would the 'I'm not feeling well' card play? Not much longer, she had to work fast.
"I don't see anything Greg, there's nothing here," she said to the empty room
"I think the way the guy who thought he was Sherlock Holmes died, that woman, what was her name?"
"Don't remember"
"Doesn't matter, the way she set up his death to make it look like suicide was awesome"
"What are you getting at?"
"Not much, I just think that if I were to die, I would leave clues"
"Leave clues...where are the clues Greg?" she threw the paper work down onto the table this was going no where fast.
"Hey hun?" he called her from the next room
"Ya?"
"Could you remember a date for me?" she jumped when he came up behind her
"What's wrong with your memory?"
"Nothing, just in case I forget can you?"
"Ya I guess"
"September 21st"
"What's so important about that?"
"Please remember it"
"Okay"
September 21st, was this Thursday what could be so important about that date? Nothing came to her. This was all messed up, Greg pretending to be dead and two men who she could only assume be FBI or CIA, showing up at her place not ten minutes after he had shown up. It didn't make any sense. She wasn't surprised. When did anything in life ever make sense? September 21st, the 21st of September, the 21st day of the ninth month, 09-21-06. Nothing. The date held nothing significant to her.
But this wasn't about her, what was it to Greg?
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He dug deeper and deeper, praying that it was still there, that no one had moved it. Who would know it was buried in a cemetery under his own name. The 21st was when it would all end, he prayed it just went according to plan. Then he could come out hiding, and no one would be in danger. If it didn't, which he had a feeling that it wouldn't. He would have to stay in hiding, shadows becoming his only friend for the rest of his life. Living with out Sara for the next sixty years wasn't something he wanted to do.
So he dug the dirt flying above him, around him under him, it made him cough once and he stopped to take a breath. He should be close it was buried five feet down. Doing it in the dark was not easy but he survived in the dark, why not work in it too?
His shovel hit something with a thud, indicating that he had found it, it wouldn't be long now.
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When her head hit the table for the sixth time, she decided to call it quits, with fresh eyes and being less tired, she hoped, she would catch something but she wasn't holding her breath. What she needed was a distraction, in her car held little so she flicked on the radio, some pop song was finishing as the opening sequence of the 8 o'clock news update came through the speakers.
"Thomas Luthor, former head of the Italian mob, is scheduled to make an appearance in court this Thursday. Luthor is up on charges including embezzlement, first and second degree murder along with conspiracy to commit murder, Prosecutors have failed to comment on whether or not any more witnesses will be testifying against the Mob boss, after their lead witness died in automobile accident not yet four weeks ago. The time is 8:02am, weather sunny with poss-" she flipped off the radio and made a U-turn.
She just got her connection.
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A/N: I apologize for not updating sooner, but Thursday I didn't feel like writing and then Friday, well that was hell, spent just over 12 hours at school doing something that I'm beginning to hate. Glad that I have it tomorrow so I can get it done and over with for the week anyways. The weekend was spent at home with a different program so I had to wait till I got back here to spell check. Which I'm sure none of you wanted to know but you do now!
