I Do Not Own CSI

"Sara, can you…?"

"Here," she said, passing him another bindle. The bodies of the elderly couple had been removed a few hours ago, now the whole team was processing the rest of the house.

"Thanks."

"You know, I think this is the first time that we've really seem those two work together. I mean really work together, out in the field, and it's kind of weird," Warrick whispered to Catherine.

"Weird? How?"

"They're like tapped into each other's brains or something. Grissom didn't even have to finish his sentence before Sara was handing him what he needed."

"I think you're over thinking it too much, Rick. Maybe Sara's just paying close attention."

"I dunno, just watch. They don't even have to ask each other for something before the other is handing what they need over."

"Fine, fine, but I think you're just seeing what you want to see."

"Ok, so what do we know so far," Grissom asked as the team all stood around the conference table, pictures of the scene scattered around the table.

"The home was definitely broken into. The locks were forced open and of course the window was broken," Nick started.

"I also found two sets of shoe prints. I ran them through the soul mate database and they came back as a size 11 Dockers and a size 10 Nike Air," Greg added.

"Doc confirmed that cause of death for both victims was the stab wounds they suffered. They died within minutes of the stabbing," Sara said.

"Does Doc have an idea as to…"

"What they were beat with, yes. They have distinct shoe marks on the sides that match the shoe patterns found outside the home. He also photographed a marking in one of the bruises, not sure what it could be yet," Sara said as she sowed him the photograph.

"Kind of an odd shape," Grissom said, turning it around.

"Let me see," Catherine said.

"Maybe a logo marking from something they were beat with."

"That's what I was thinking too, maybe a ring," Sara added.

"Could be. Warrick, where are Hodges and Mandy on the trace and DNA?"

"Both still processing, should be done soon, hopefully."

"Good, do we have any suspects?"

"Brass called me with an update. A few people saw a couple of teenagers lurking around about a week ago. No one had ever seen them around the neighbourhood before," Catherine said.

"Did they see enough for a sketch artist?"

"Apparently not, it was dark and people were just thinking they were teenagers looking for some fun."

"Ok. Warrick, go see Wendy, see what's going on with DNA and get back to me. Cath, go see Doc and see if anything else has come up with the victims. Nick, go see Hodges and see what he's pulled from trace. Sara, you and Greg go run with the fingerprints. I think Mandy needs some help, we bombarded her with quite a few."

"Where will you be," Catherine asked.

"Paperwork," Gil and Sara both said.

"See, it's like they have ESP," Warrick whispered as they left.

"I got a hit," Sara said as she ran her fifth print.

"You did, from what?"

"Yeah, off a school identification card. Jimmy Hall, age 17, goes to school at Rosemount High."

"Is there a picture?"

"Yeah," Sara said as Greg's screen beeped as well.

"Freddie Smalls, also 17 and a student of Rosemount High, partner?"

"That's what I'm thinking," Sara said, grabbing the printouts and heading towards her husband's office.

"I think we have a suspect, two actually."

"Who," Grissom asked.

"Jimmy Hall and Freddie Smalls. Their prints were found at the scene, on the windows, broken locks, and just about everything else in between."

"I'll call Brass, do you have an address," Grissom asked as Sara handed over the papers.

"Hey Jim, we have suspects."

"It's been awhile since you've been out with me to pick up a suspect," Jim said as he pulled into Jimmy Hall's driveway. Greg was going with another officer to pick up Freddie Smalls.

"That it has. You ready?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that," Jim replied as he knocked on the front door.

"It's three in the morning, who's knocking on my door," said a large man. He had a robe tied around him. "What!"

"Mr. Hall," Jim started.

"Yeah."

"I'm Jim Brass from LVPD and this is Sara Grissom from the Crime Lab, we have reason to believe that your son was involved in a double murder that occurred a few days ago."

"Excuse me? My son would never commit murder."

"Honey, what's going on," a woman asked, coming to the door.

"Nothing, these nice people were just leaving."

"No we're not. Jimmy has to come downtown to the station."

"Like hell!"

"Sir, do you or your son know a Joseph or Dorothy Parrot," Sara asked.

"No."

"Then can you explain why we found you son's prints all over the scene?"

"Honey, call a lawyer. No one's saying anything until we have a lawyer."

"Hi, Jimmy," Sara said, coming into the interrogation room, seeing the boy yawn.

"Sorry to make you come here in the middle of the night but we need to ask you some questions."

"What kind of questions?"

"Well, I was wondering if you could explain to me why your fingerprints were found all over a crime scene."

"What crime scene?"

"Joseph and Dorothy Parrot, they lived about ten blocks from you. They were killed."

"I didn't kill them!"

"I never said you did. I was asking if you could explain why your prints were found inside their home."

"Jimmy, tell Mrs. Grissom why your prints were there," the lawyer said.

"I walk by her house after school sometimes, she asked me for help with her groceries the other day."

"And you helped," Sara said, noticing the ring on his finger.

"That's an interesting ring."

"My school ring."

"You mind if I take a look at it?"

"I guess," he said, passing it over as Sara took it in her gloved hand. She pulled out a photo of the odd bruise from the victim and did a visual compare.

"You hit her," Sara said.

"I didn't do anything."

"Then why does your ring match the bruise wounds on Mrs. Parrot?"

"Dunno"

"Was it just supposed to be a quick break and enter?"

"What?"

"We have witnesses saying that there were two teens about you're height lurking around the neighbourhood. What were you doing, scouting out the house you were going to break into?"

"No."

"And when you finally picked the house, the one that had no car in the driveway and no lights on, you decided to make your move," Sara continued as the boy started to squirm.

"Mrs. Grissom, you don't have any proof of that."

"Just a matter of time. Then what, Jimmy? You and your buddy break the window and get inside the house, not realizing that you were leaving prints all over the place. You get in and then all the sudden a light comes on and you panic and grab a knife from the chopping block. There was one missing when we got there."

"That's not…"

"You and your buddy had no way out. Mr. Parrot had already come in and seen your face. What did you do, back him up into the living room with his wife and just go at it?"

"No, that's not what happened."

"Jimmy, calm down," the lawyer said.

"Then what did happen, Jimmy? Did Mr. Parrot try and call the police, call for help to protect him and his wife?"

"He came at me! I was protecting myself."

"You broke into his home."

"I just wanted some money," he blurted as the lawyer shook her head.

"So you killed two people."

"They saw our faces, we couldn't get away."

"Why beat them?"

"They wouldn't tell me where they kept their money. That's all I wanted."

"And when you got their money?"

"We put them out of their misery. They were both knocked out, suffering."

"At the hands of you and your buddy. You killed two people, two elderly people for what, five, six hundred bucks that you split in two? You just sentenced yourself to about thirty years to life in prison, Jimmy, all for a few hundred dollars," Sara said, getting up.

"Officer, take him to lock up," Sara said, exiting the room to everyone but Greg watching her.

"Looks like you haven't lost your touch," Grissom said with a smile.

"That was awesome, Sara," Nick congratulated.

"We still have to go search his home and match his DNA. But, yeah, we got him," Sara said as Greg came out of the other room.

"So?"

"He confessed, but said that he didn't stab them, that was all Jimmy."

"Well, only his prints were found on the knife," Catherine said as they all started walking back to CSI.

"Well, let's do what we can tonight and we can finish the rest off tomorrow night. With two confessions we're in no big hurry. Plus there's only a couple hours left in shift," Gil said.

"Already, wow," Sara said, looking at her watch.

"Time flies when you're having fun."

TBC

Gotta love the geek mind meld, lol. Go Sara her first case back and she solved it!

thanks for all the reviews! and there will be another post again later today!

Katie