Hawkes came back about an hour to check up on Danny and Lindsay and was surprised to find at what they had found in the boxes. "Wow," he said, as he came up to look at their stash of goodies. It consisted of diamonds, and other jewelry, drugs, guns, and some knives. "Somehow, weapons, were left out."
"No kidding," Danny said, as he looked up at Hawkes. "Nice putting your hand into a box and getting a hold of knife."
"Ah, didn't your mother ever tell you to look in something before putting your hand into it."
"Speaking of hands, find a body to go along with ours?" Lindsay asked, as she looked up from the knife she was examining from blood. "Did you find it?"
"Not yet. We're running DNA now." Hawkes came up and looked at the diamonds. "Okay, this is just not adding up. None of these items are out of this world, or all that valuable."
"Beside that hand?" Lindsay asked, as she looked up from the knife. "There's no evidence of blood on this knife. All this knives are clean of blood."
"Okay, so that theories out," Danny said, as he looked over at her.
"What theory?" Flack asked as he strolled into the lab. The CSIs looked at each other and then other at the detective. "Aw, come on, you can't leave me hanging."
"That the weapons were part of some past crime and the robbers were sent to retrieve them," Lindsay replied, as she put the knives in a box and closed the lid. "But there's not trace of blood on any of the knives, and the guns haven't been fired."
"Ah, it was a good theory though," Flack said, as he looked around at the other objects that came out of the boxes. "Wow, that's a lot of stuff. At least it wasn't a snake."
"Or explosives," Danny added, as he put the guns in another boxes. "We also had a hand."
"A hand? A human hand?" Flack looked between the CSIs to see if they were pulling his arm. "You're joking?" They shook their heads no. "You're not joking. A real human hand."
"Yeah, a female human hand," Hawkes replied, as he watched Flack's reaction. "Don't worry, right now we're trying to locate her to her body."
"Sounds like great fun." Hawkes then looked over at Danny and Lindsay. "How you guys doing?"
"We're doing great, Flack," Danny replied, as he looked up at him. "Nothing a good night's sleep doesn't fix, after being stuck in a vault with a suspect for hours."
"You probably right. Well we got your buddy Stan in the interrogation room right now. You guys want to take a crack at him right now, or should I."
"We'll do it," Lindsay said, as she looked up from what she was doing. "We got some questions for him, regarding that hand."
"Ah, well I'll let you guys have a crack at him then."
"We'll do that now, since this isn't going anywhere," Danny said, as he got to his feet. "Hawkes, page us if that hand comes up with a name."
"Will do," Hawkes replied with a smile. "Don't get Stan too upset. We still need him to tell us where the others are."
"Oh, we'll be nice," Lindsay said, as they started to walk towards the interrogation room. "We'll work his softer side."
"His 'softer side'?" Flack asked, as he came up beside them. "What are you guys going to do?"
"Just follow our lead," Danny said, as he held the door open to him. "Trust us."
"Why is it whenever you two say that, it's never a good thing," Flack muttered, as he entered the room, where Stan was sitting on one side of the table with his hand flat on the table. "Hello, Stan, remember me."
"What do you want?" Stan asked, as he looked up at him. "I all ready answered your stupid questions."
"Yeah, you did," Flack said, as he pulled out the chair across from Stan's and sat down. "But I got a few more."
"And then we have a few," Danny said, as he and Lindsay came into the room.
"What are they doing here?" Stan asked, as he quickly got to his feet. "They aren't supposed to be here."
"Stan, have a seat," Danny said, and the man slowly sank back in his chair, as Lindsay went over to stand next to Flack's side. "You thought you would never see us again, didn't you Stan?" Stan nodded. "I'm hurt, how about you, Linds?" She smiled, as she shook her head no. "What, not. Wasn't all that taken by Stan's good boy attitude."
"Not that much," Lindsay said, as she looked down at Stan's rap sheet. "Hmm, you had one account of breaking and entering eleven years ago. Wow, you're a bank robber, all right."
"Shut up," Stan muttered, as he glared at her. "Shut up."
"Stan, that's no way to talk to a lady," Danny said, as he looked over at him. "Now, we came in here because we were such good friends in the vault, up until the moment you stabbed Miss Monroe over there."
"She had it coming!"
"How?" Flack asked, as he looked up from the file, at Stan. "How did she have getting stabbed coming?"
"I don't really remember," Stan said, as he looked down at his hands. "Just did."
"Oh, that was nice of you."
"I said I was sorry."
"Okay, Stan, we're not there to talk about my wound," Lindsay said, getting tired of where the conversation was going. "We're here to talk about your friends. You know, the ones who helped you rob the bank. Remember them? The guys who shot you."
"Oh, who could forget them," Stan muttered, as he looked up at them. "In cause you haven't noticed, I'm a little pissed off right now. I'm in here, and they're out there."
"We can fix that for you," Danny said, as he looked over at the others. "Just tell us who they are, and they can be in here with you."
"Yeah, and when they learn that I ratted them out, they'll kill me. No thank you."
"Your choice, Stan," Flack said, as he looked over at him. "We'll give you some time to think about it. We should be going to go see if that hand has a name yet." They then headed for the door. "We'll come back and check up on you in a few minutes."
Once they were outside the room, Danny and Lindsay turned to face Flack. "So what do we do now?" she asked him.
"Let's go check on the hand and see if she has a name yet."
"Or if Hawkes has named it?" Flack asked, as they headed off to find Hawkes. "Cause if he has, that would be creepy."
"Ya think?"
TBC
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