"Oh!" Judy jumped in surprise as she felt a hand tugging at the bottom her shirt.
The little boy looked up at her with his worried eyes
"Uh, hi… where did you come from?" She asked him awkwardly.
The little boy said nothing, just held up the envelope.
Judy took it from him hesitantly.
She read the name on the front and glanced at the boy again before reaching for her pager.
Warrick was sitting with Archie, analyzing video camera footage from the Tangiers in relation to a Homicide.
"So our punk drags the body out wrapped up in the bed sheet that was carrying his clients weed in when he went in?" Warrick asked Archie, amazed.
Archie smirked. "Looks like it – I guess for some people the thrill of the dare is even sweeter than the prize."
"When did cons decide that their trade was a sport to compete in and keep getting better and better?"
Archie shook his head. "I don't know but this guy deserves a bronze at least."
It was then that Warrick's pager beeped a little two note tune.
He reached for his belt and unclipped it, brining it to the tip of his nose.
"I gotta go; I'm needed at the front desk. Thanks Archie, you're my man."
"Anytime", Archie grinned as Warrick stood up and walked out of the room."
As Warrick approached the desk, he happened to glance to the left and see the little boy sitting on the waiting bench, swinging his legs. His brow furrowed as he looked at Judy.
"Hey Judy, what's with the squirt?" Judy was pale.
"Um, he bought this in for you – I'm sorry but I thought I oughta get a guard to open it first." Warrick became even more confused as he took the letter from Judy. "Safety first Judy; thanks."
Warrick read the letter and then became pale himself.
He shifted his gaze back to the boy and walked slowly over to him.
"Hey pal, I'm Warrick Brown, can you tell me your name?"
Warrick sat down quietly next to him.
The boy looked at him for several seconds before answering.
"Jake." "Jake who?" Warrick probed. "Jake Whiting."
Warrick nodded. "Ok, just hold on a second buddy alright?"
Jake nodded. Warrick got up and walked over to Judy at her desk.
"Judy, please call Child Services now and get a counselor down here now so that we can take this boy in for a confession."
Without waiting for Judy's reply, Warrick rushed to Grissom's office with the envelope still in his hand.
Warrick knocked on the door of Grissom's office and walked in when Grissom waved him in. Grissom finished the conversation he was having on the phone as Warrick sat down opposite him.
"Hello Warrick, what can I do for you?"
"Ah, Griss, I've got a situation."
"Is it about the Tangiers Case? Because we just got a positive I.D from the doorman."
Warrick shifted restlessly in his chair. "No it's not about that case – it's about this"
Warrick handed Grissom the letter and waited for Grissom to read it."
"Warrick where did you get this, where's the boy?"
"Kid brought it in, gave it to Judy, she had a guard check it out and then gave it to me."
"Does it mean anything to you - I mean more than it means to me."
"Well, what does it mean to you?"
Grissom raised his eyebrow and read the letter out loud.
"See how much you can get out of the boy and if that's not enough for you, then here's a map to help you out."
Warrick shrugged his shoulders.
Grissom breathed heavily – "It means this case has just moved to top priority."