I Do Not Own CSI
Entering the hotel room, Sara took a deep breath.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Sara," Nick asked, concerned.
"Yeah, I need to be here."
"If you need a minute just say something, ok," Warrick added as Sara nodded.
"I got the bathroom," Nick said.
"I got the bed."
"Which leaves me with the desk," Sara said lastly as she started to move and shuffle papers around and finding a couple that peaked her interest.
"Guys-"
"Yeah"
"I think I've got something. David, I mean Damien, hired a private investigator to find his adoptive parents. Look at this stuff," Sara said as she laid out surveillance photos and paperwork that tracked the whole family, including the kids.
"I think this was premeditated, it's almost like he was stalking them," Warrick said, holding up a picture of Olivia as she picked up her sons from school.
"Ok, let's keep looking, see what else we can find," Sara said, distancing herself from David and the case.
"Right," Nick nodded, walking back into the bathroom.
"I've got blood on a pair of pants. It's not a lot, but it's more than just blood from a cut," Warrick said, holding up the pants.
"Got a shirt," Sara asked.
"No, but he could have ditched it if it was too obvious."
"And it could be anywhere now," Nick said, coming out of the bathroom.
"Anything?"
"Other than a toothbrush and a towel, not much."
"Did you check the shower for blood? If he showered as soon as he came back, there could be blood in there," Sara asked.
"Never thought about that, I'll check," Nick said, walking back in.
"Nice catch," Warrick commented.
"Thanks," Sara said, looking under the bed and finding the shirt.
"I found the shirt. It's still soaked in blood," Sara said, holding it up and bagging it.
"There was blood in the shower, it was minimal but there was enough for a sample."
"I think we're done here. Come on, let's get this back to the lab, process it and put Damien Reese behind bars."
"Ok, evidence is back. DNA confirms that the blood on the shirt and pants had samples from all four victims. Blood from the shower was a match as well," Catherine said as she read the report.
"So, we got him. Let's go to interrogation," Greg said simply.
"He's got a lawyer, he's not saying much."
"He might if I do it," Sara said.
"No, Sara," Grissom said.
"He'll talk to me. I know he will, just give me a chance."
"There's an officer behind her at all times in there," Grissom said as he faced Brass.
"There will be two," Jim said, turning to Sara.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Sara?"
"Yeah," Sara said.
"I need to know what changed inside of him."
"Just be careful," Grissom warned before she entered the interrogation room.
"I will," She said, nodding to the team who were watching from the other side.
"Good luck," Jim said.
"Thanks."
"Hi, David," Sara said as she entered the room.
"I think you're mistaken, my clients name is Damien Miss…," his lawyer said.
"Mrs. Grissom, and no I'm not. Damien is his name now, but about seven years ago he went by the name David Reese, just like I went by-"
"Sara Sidle," Damien finished.
"You remembered?"
"How could I forget you?"
"You two know each other," the lawyer asked.
"I knew David, Damien, for just over a year when he was about nine years old."
"And then you left."
"I had to go Damien, I had to start my life."
"But you left me."
"Is that why you started fighting, and bullying, because I left you," She asked as he looked down.
"I remember when you first came into the house, this scared little boy. It didn't take long for you to get bullied around by some of the other kids, but-"
"You stopped that."
"I did, I didn't believe in fighting, I grew up with it, remember. I had the physical scars to prove it."
"But then you left, and I started to get picked on again."
"So you stood up for yourself by hitting back?"
"I was protecting myself," Damien said.
"Your records show that you began starting the fights, and picked on the new kids just like you got picked on. How is that protecting yourself?"
"You weren't there, Sara, you don't know what happened."
"Why don't you enlighten me, then."
"After you left, I was the scrawny kid again with no friends. A couple older kids started to pick on me again, and it wasn't until I hit back that they finally stopped. I realized that if I stayed higher up on the ladder I wouldn't get picked on. So yeah, I started to stand up for myself."
"And made those scared little kids fear you," Sara interjected.
"They had to learn how to get tough, just like me, like you."
"I never hit a single kid in foster care. I kept to myself and studied, and got myself the hell out of there as soon as possible."
"Can we get back to the case at hand, please? We're not here to dredge up old memories," the lawyer said.
"Why you'd do it Damien? Why kill them and those two little boys?"
"I didn't kill anybody, Sara."
"Evidence says that you did. We searched your room."
"Nothing's admissible, you didn't have a warrant," Damien said.
"Yes we did, judge granted it when your story didn't add up. You did gamble for awhile, but you left not long after seven, surveillance shows you exiting the casino. You then hopped into a cab."
"I went to the strip club."
"No. you didn't. We got a hold of the cab company you took and the driver identified you. He told us he dropped you off in front of the victim's house," Sara said. Getting nothing but silence from Damien she continued,
"You went there to kill them. We found all the pictures and surveillance in your hotel room. Information about where the kids went to school, where Jamie and Olivia worked, anything that was of importance was in those files. We found your shoe prints outside the back window where you snuck in. The window was slightly broken. That's when you attacked.
"You went after the kids first; their time of death was slightly before Jamie and Olivia. You slit their throats, kids probably didn't even scream to warn their parents. After that you went after Jamie. Arterial spray in the side hall shows that you killed him there, but after you slit his throat you beat him, broke a few bones, bruised him up, before he bled to death.
"And lastly was Olivia, you got her in the family room, on the couch, and you did the same thing to her as she bleed to death, you beat her.
"Your blood was found on the murder weapon, and I bet if we scraped her nails we would find your skin cells on Olivia where she left those scratches on your arm. We found the victim's blood in your hotel room and on your shirt and pants. So tell me Damien, why?"
"Why?"
"Yes"
"Because my life was a living hell because of them. Because of them I grew up in foster care."
"They put you up for adoption. You were adopted by a loving family who just happened to die, that is not their fault."
"It is too! If they would have kept me, I would be in a family where I was loved and had siblings to care about."
"But instead you killed them? You could have tried to reconnect with them."
"The adoption was closed, Sara, they never wanted to see me again."
"They were just barley sixteen years old when you were born. They couldn't raise a baby."
"Yet they stuck together, for years and years, having two more kids and never bothering to look for me."
"How were they supposed to know what was happening to you?"
"It was revenge, Sara."
"Best served cold"
"They ruined my life, so I took theirs."
"And those two little boys?"
"They never deserved their life."
"I think we're done," Sara said, getting up.
"Officer, read him his rights and put him away."
"Sara, you should have kept in touch," David Reese aka Damien Reed said to her just before she left the room with tears in her eyes.
"Sara," Gil said, calling after her as she ran into the women's washroom.
"I got it, Gil," Catherine said, rushing after her.
Hearing Sara loose her stomach contents, Catherine waited until she came out.
"You ok? I know, stupid question after an interrogation like that, but are the babies-"
"I'm ok, morning sickness for me tends to hit right about now."
"I hated morning sickness," Catherine said, trying to cheer Sara up.
"That makes two of us!"
"I swear I was glued to the toilet some days puking my guts out. But in the end, Lindsay made it all worth while." Catherine said trying to keep Sara's mind off the case
"I need to go shopping."
"Pants too tight?"
"I can't wear my jeans. I'm wearing my stretchy ones today."
"We can go sometime if you like."
"I would," Sara said.
"Thanks Catherine."
"Anytime"
"Ok everyone, case closed, go home and get some rest before next shift. Sara, have a good day off tomorrow. Gil, bring us the babies picture after your appointment," Jim ordered with a smile.
"Bye guys." The couple waved.
"Come on, let's go home," Gil whispered.
TBC
So what do you think about David?? Bad guy huh?
And catherine trying to cheer Sara up!
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Katie