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Spoilers: season seven
Greg listened as Caine pulled out the case file for his missing person. There was a good chance that a hiker had found her while exploring an abandoned mine earlier that morning.
"Our victim's name is Ashley Burns. She left Miami with her boyfriend two months ago, and her family hasn't heard from her since. They said that they were a close family, and it wasn't like her to go that long without contacting them. Her boyfriend, Jack Ridley, runs a business out here, a mining company."
Greg smiled. "I take it he's our bet suspect."
"Her family suspected abuse." Natalia nodded, " And it's no secret that Jack had a nasty temper."
While they continued to compare notes, their food arrived.
In between bites, Greg told them all that they found at the scene. "I'm thinking that our guy dumped the body and murder weapon there. There was no evidence of a struggle in that cave."
"Which means that we're still looking for the primary crime scene, and that's probably months old." Horatio looked at Greg. "This isn't going to be easy."
Nick shook his head. "But it won't be impossible either."
Horatio gave a rare smile. "That's the answer I was hoping for. But one more thing. I want to get prosecution in Florida, for her family."
"As long as he goes away, that's fine by me." Greg said.
The check arrived a few minutes later, and then they headed out to the vehicles. In the parking lot, Brass pulled Greg aside for moment. "So Gil put you lead on this?"
"Yeah," Greg tried to sound causal.
"Any idea why?"
Greg shrugged. "Who knows Grissom does anything."
Jim nodded. "Well, good luck, Sanders. You're going to need it."
"I think I've all ready used up my fair share. Besides, it'll take more then just luck solve this." He laughed and walked away.
Nick met him and they walked toward Greg's car. "Dude, where's your car?"
Greg rolled his eyes. "You're hilarious." He playfully punched Nick on the arm. "Really."
Stokes just laughed and they climbed into the car and they proceeded to fight over the radio.
They all arrived at the lab a few minutes later. Greg ducked into the locker room to get some less dusty clothes and a quick shower. As he was trying to find something that didn't smell like the floater that he'd pulled out of Lake Mead last week, Warrick strolled into the locker room.
Greg decided to talk to him. "Hey Rick,"
Warrick glared at him. "What?" He seemed a little preoccupied.
"You didn't answer the call this morning. Something wrong?" Greg knew it wasn't like him to miss a call.
Warrick sighed. "Personal business. I take it they called you instead."
Greg nodded. "Yeah."
"I'll take your next night on call." Warrick offered.
"Fair enough, but I'd be more worried about what the Bugman has to say about it then me." Greg agreed. "Just a heads up." He walked off.
In a dark corner, Horatio watched the exchange. Maybe his own people could learn something from them Of course, it was also pretty clear that Sanders was a lot more forgiving then Ryan Wolfe anyway. He stepped out and said hello to Warrick.
"Lt. Caine." Rick looked at him. "What brings all the way out here?"
"Your friend's case actually."
Warrick looked at him in surprise. "Greggo's the primary?"
"Is that odd?"
"Only because he hasn't been in the field as long as the rest of us." Warrick told him. "Greg's a little goofy sometimes, but he's great CSI."
Caine nodded. Even if Sanders wasn't the most experienced CSI, it was clear that his co-workers had faith in him. He turned and head for the morgue.
A/N: Sorry this one's a little short, but at least it's better then the last. Please leave a review and I may write the next chapter sooner.