Behind The Scenes
By: supercsi4
Chapter 19 – Built To Kill
SARA:
It's not like I am trying to change Grissom or anything, I'm just…upgrading him a little. I finally got him to go away on a wonderful Hawaiian vacation with me, but my next task was a redecorating adventure with him, which I knew he would hate, but I knew I could make it fun. We were painting our spare bedroom and we got into a little bit of a paint fight which was totally Grissom's fault. A paint fight turned into sex in the middle of the floor which lead to more fun in the shower, trying to clean all the paint off our bodies, but Grissom couldn't get it out of his beard. So, again, not trying to change him or anything, I suggested just shaving it off, because I mean we were late to work and I do like him better without the beard.
So our next case was the death of a rock star named Izzy Delancy, but this wasn't going to be just a usual investigation by the looks of the diorama on the kitchen counter, which was an exact replica of the real crime scene, real blood and all. It was actually a little disturbing, I mean we were looking at more of a perfectionist then even Grissom.
"I think Malibu Barbie did it," I said to Grissom. I was so glad that we were working this case together.
"Well, then there's a lot more to Barbie than just a pretty face, cause this is a perfect half-inch scale model of the room. And assuming that the killer is the same person who made the miniature…
"…it would of taken weeks," I finish Grissom's sentence. "Maybe even months to create with this kind of detail." I was actually a little impressed by our killer. "Certainly qualifies as premeditation."
"Yeah, but take a look at the blood pools."
"They're identical."
"There's no predicting a blood pool; it's inherently random."
"Killer must have stuck around to match the scene." That takes some kind of patience, something I lack, well I guess not, when it comes to Grissom.
Then Grissom takes a swab of the blood in the miniature and reveals, "its real blood."
"That is a level of obsession that gives even you a run for your money," I say to Grissom as I browse through the gold records on the wall, "If Dusty Fell, Izzy Delancy."
"It's his biggest hit."
"I have never heard of him."
"Probably before your time." Here we go again with the age difference. I refuse to argue with him.
"I'll download it."
Back at work, Warrick and I were in a layout room reviewing our evidence when Grissom walked in. "I gotcha a veggie burger," he stated as he handed me my lunch practically over top of Warrick.
"Thanks," was all I could say, while I tried to hide my blush. Why doesn't he just kiss me right in front of Warrick? I've gotten Grissom to eat healthier and even become a vegetarian. Again, I'm not trying to change him. We haven't had to do raw hamburger meat experiments or late night pig experiments in a while and hopefully never again. But I've gotta say staying up all night with Grissom and that pig was a little bit romantic, I mean in a Grissom and Sara kind of way.
Oh, and I think that maybe Ecklie might be onto Grissom and me. He came into the lab while we were working some evidence on our victim Izzy Delancy and the miniature crime scene, and after a quick spat with Grissom, Ecklie turned to me and asked my opinion. I had to agree with Grissom and not just because I was sleeping with him. "Of course you do," was all he said before leaving the room. I looked at Grissom and I knew he was thinking the same thing as me. Does he know about us?
Well, you know I very rarely ever want to talk about Catherine because, well, I just don't, but these past few days have really kicked her ass and I kinda feel a little bad for her. This morning she called me at my crime scene, said it was really important and she sounded a bit distressed, so you know me, sometimes I'm just too nice.
So I call Greg to take over for me and I go to meet with Catherine. Apparently she and Nicky went out to a club last night and someone slipped something into her drink and she thought she may have been raped. So instead of coming straight to me for help, she performs her own rape kit in the hotel room on her own. I know, sometimes she just doesn't act like a CSI does she? So, I ran all the samples and came up empty.
Then she was driving Lindsey home from dance rehearsal and they were hit on purpose and someone kidnapped Lindsey. After confronting Sam Braun, her father, they eventually found Lindsey safe and sound, but the day didn't end before someone shot and killed Sam. Yeah, pretty rough for Catherine, huh?
Anyways, we didn't find out who our miniature crime scene killer was either. You like that? That's what Greg named him or her, the miniature crime scene killer. Well, Grissom was really bothered by the whole case and I practically had to drag him home today and away from the miniature so he wouldn't obsess over it all night.
GRISSOM:
So we got back from our incredible, unforgettable Hawaiian vacation and I felt like a new man. Sara must have thought I was too, because she suggested doing some redecorating, not exactly something I was thrilled about. We were painting our spare bedroom and we got into a little bit of a paint fight which was all her fault. A paint fight turned into sex in the middle of the floor which lead to more fun in the shower, trying to clean all the paint off our bodies, but I couldn't get it out of my beard. So I was overdue for a change and we were running late for work so I just shaved it off. And it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact the Sara likes me better without the beard.
So our next case sounded extremely interesting, so I paired Sara with myself. I was actually impressed at the crime scene to discover a diorama which was an exact replica of the real life crime scene we were in the middle of investigating. The victim was rock star Izzy Delancy, too old for Sara to even remember. I couldn't get over the extreme detail of the miniature crime scene, I mean down to the bottle of bleach in the trash can.
If there's one thing I just love with Sara, it's surprising her and today I was game. I had got her lunch and I was going to give it to her right in front of Warrick. I strolled into the layout room where they were, "I gotcha a veggie burger," I said, handing her lunch.
"Thanks," was all she could say, trying not to smile too much, but she was starting to blush.
"What about me?" Warrick asked.
"I didn't know you were here, so sorry." I know I'm such a liar.
"Where's the love?" Mine is right in front of you, eating a veggie burger.
Later in the lab, Sara joins me, "Find something?" she asks.
"No…no prints, no hairs, no fibers. Materials are common hobby shop issue, but the blood matches the victim's."
"You interested in motive? Sophia just spent the last two hours with the sheriff, the head of the Olympia casino and a couple a dozen lawyers. Apparently Izzy Delancy owned the rights his own songs. The Olympia was negotiating to purchase them for a medley show based on his music. Izzy never got a chance to sign the contracts. Dead rock star, nut job family, and a company hungry for the next Mama Mia."
"Who inherits the music rights?"
"The son Sven, but he's a minor, so the rights would be controlled by his mother Dusty."
"It's illegal to benefit from a criminal act. If either one of them committed the murder…"
"Then the rights would go to Izzy's current wife Madeline."
"Well, that's motive for her, but how does this fit in?" I ask, pointing back at the miniature crime scene creation. Then my best friend Conrad Ecklie walks in. "Maybe we should release it to the media," he suggests, "Someone might have unwittingly made a component of the miniature and if they came forward, that could help us."
"What's the point in gratifying the murderer with publicity?" I never agree with much Ecklie says.
"Izzy Delancy is famous, the press wants answers." He presses further.
"Don't we all." I press back.
He turns to Sara and asks, "Sara, this is your case too, what do you think?"
"I uh…agree with Grissom."
"Of course you do." He turns and walks away leaving me stunned and wondering if he knows about Sara and me.
Ok, so this miniature crime scene killer is still on the loose and it's really frustrating me, but at the same time intrigues me. I kinda want to try and build my own. Is that weird?