Chapter Nine
Really Short Random Thoughts
Disclaimer et al see first chapter.
Prompts from JenStogner: storage ottoman, bubble gum, baby monitor, florist, addictions.
Nick Stokes was down on his knees collecting pieces of broken glass.
Sara watched him painstakingly pick up each shard with tweezers, place them in evidence bags and line the bags up sequentially.
"Did you check that storage ottoman for evidence before you started using it for evidence layout?"
Nick looked up, "I swabbed for blood. Storage? How can you tell?"
"I have one. If my place is a mess, if someone comes to my door, all I have to do is shove all my junk in and voila, clean house."
Laughing, he replied, "You have company?"
Grissom watched Mia run tests on a wad of bubble gum.
He enjoyed the new found tranquility in the lab. "You seem to be adjusting to routine pretty quickly."
Mia shrugged, "Can I ask you a question?" He nodded. "How strict is the non-fraternization policy between co-workers?"
"Is your problem with Greg?"
"No, but there is someone I'm interested in, personally."
"If it's not supervisor/employee, it's not really an issue."
"If it were?"
"Immediate termination."
So, that's why you and Sara don't...She thought, but doesn't rule out a relationship between Warrick and myself.
The first month, his noticed the nausea Sara experienced through-out the day.
He said nothing.
The second month, the empty box from a pregnancy test in the garbage.
He still said nothing.
The third month, his final clue had been the baby monitor on the bedside table.
Now he had to say something,
He wondered why Sara hadn't come right out and told him.
"Sara honey, are we finally pregnant?"
She laughed, "You're just now putting all the clues together? Good thing you retired, a good CSI would never have had taken so long to figure things out."
They'd been called to a hit and run, with injury on private property at a florist on East Bonneville Avenue.
Seems a car had busted into the shop, run over the owner, then reversed, and left the scene leaving utter destruction in it's wake.
The victim was being loaded into the ambulance by Hank Pettigrew when Grissom and Sara arrived at the scene.
"It's been a while since I saw you."
"Yeah, last time was the same situation, only you were a victim."
"I'm really sorry."
"It's alright. I've moved on," she said, sneaking a smile in Grissom's direction.
"This is not about my addictions." The suspect leaned back in the chair, splaying his hands across the opaque surface of the table in interrogation room number 4. "I do some coke, maybe smoke a little weed, but I'm not here for that, am I?"
"No. Three dead bodies." Grissom replied.
"Who?"
"Alexis, Charles and Eric Whittington."
"How?"
"Shot with a handgun registered in your name."
"I didn't do it if that's what you want to know."
The suspect and his lawyer listened to the evidence.
"Any chance of a lesser charge?" The lawyer bargained.
To be continued…Reviews are appreciated…: )