Hello my old friend
"Mrs. Bianchi, I'm Nick Stokes I'm with the Crime Lab. We need to ask you and your staff some questions about the lady downstairs."
"Should we call a lawyer or something similar to the devil Jen?" asked a girl wearing a dark plaid skirt and a shirt that had skulls on it. Jenna sighed and looked at the girl.
"Baby girl did you kill the lady in the kitchen?"
"No! I just them to know I am well aware of my sixth amendment right and the right to remain silent."
"Now would be a wonderful time to work on your right to remain silent, Julia," said Jenna.
"Let me guess she's majoring in law?" asked Nick.
"Communication law actually. But she does have a good point," said Jenna.
"This is just a chat trying to find out what happened to the lady in the kitchen. Mr. Sanders and Mr. Hodges are gonna take you DNA, hair and your prints," said Nick.
"Excuse Miss. Bianchi, but are you married?" asked Greg. Jenna turned and looked at him coolly.
"No I am not, what does that have to do with anything?"
"You're twisting the third finger on your left hand, but their no ring," said Greg.
"I was engaged for a long time ago, it didn't end well, like lots of other things in my life." Nick looked at Greg and than at Jenna who glared at Greg than tucked a stand of hair behind her ear revealing a bruise near her eye.
"How did you get that bruise there?" asked Nick.
"Oh that, we had a bridezilla in here the other day who got pissed when I wouldn't bend the six to eight week rule on cake ordering. She wanted a six tier cake, with six different flavors and fillings by tomorrow afternoon. When I told her no it couldn't be done, she freaked out and hit me."
"Over a cake," said Nick in shock.
"Bitch was crazy," said the woman who addressed Jenna when she was on the phone. She was a short woman with black hair wearing blue jeans and a white apron over a blue shirt.
"That's Ofilia, she's the manager and she saw what happened."
"Can you tell me what time everyone left?"
"We close at nine, but me, Ofilia, her daughter Millia, Lissa the intern and Julia stayed till eleven prepping some orders, they left and I was here till about midnight doing some design work for upcoming orders. Went home, took a shower, got some sleep and was back here around five to open, when I found the body in the kitchen," said Jenna.
"What door did you come in from? And what door does everyone leave from" asked Nick.
"Front door is how most people leave at night; in the mornings depending on who's here it varies. I come in through the fire escape and into my office first thing to get orders printed out, than I go to the kitchen. Ofilia and everyone else comes in through the kitchen."
"Greg can I see your camera?" asked Nick. Greg handed Nick the camera and quickly moved away from Jenna.
"Note to self-ask Greg what his issue is this morning," thought Nick. He scanned through the pictures and found one that wasn't to horrible to look at, but still enough to get an id. He showed Jenna and the other ladies.
"Does this woman look familiar to any of you?"
"God its bridezilla," said Julia.
"Did bridezilla have a real name?" asked Nick.
"Linda Stesiak. She came in for a tasting at one, freaked out at 1:30 and I threw her out of bakery at 1:45," said Jenna.
"Did she leave an address, any sort of contact info?" asked Nick. Jenna nodded.
"In my office, the next room to the left."
"Will take that before we leave. After we get your DNA and fingerprints, the staff can go home. Miss Bianchi, we'll need you to stay and walk us through the bakery."
"Not a problem."
"Greg would you do the honors," said Nick stepping aside. Greg opened his kit on the desk and pulled out the needed swabs, baggies and print cards.
"Hodges can you hold these for me?" asked Greg handing him the evidence bags.
"The things I do to stay employed," muttered Hodges taking the bags. Greg swabbed while Nick printed so things moved rather quickly. The ladies collected their stuff and headed out.
"We're still on for dinner and drinks at your place?" asked Ofilia picking up her purse.
"I'll need a drink after today. My mom is going to fly back from Italy and want to know why I moved shop and ended up with a dead body in the kitchen," said Jenna. Ofilia gave her a hug.
"Don't let the man get you down," she leaned in close to Jenna and whispered. "What's with Blondie and his pissy attitude around you?"
"Long story." Ofilia gave her a look.
"Your voice has a tell, and you're going tell me later," said softly Ofilia heading out the door. Jenna was the only one left in the office that hadn't been printed or swabbed.
"Hey Hodges why don't you come back downstairs with me and see if Grissom needs any help?" asked Nick. Nick knew that Hodges would jump at the chance to be a lap dog for Grissom and he wanted to know what was up with Greg and Greg wasn't going to do anything if he knew someone was watching. He planned to get Hodges downstairs with Grissom and creep back up here.
"Here's your spit," said Hodges thrusting the bags at Greg and walking out of the office with Nick behind him. Greg wanted to kick both of them right now as he put the bags in his cases. Jenna sat down on the desk next to the case.
"Hey," Greg closed his eyes and wished that Grissom had called someone else out this morning; he was too tired to deal with anything, especially not the girl who broke his heart years ago. Greg looked at her and saw her looking back at him with those wonderful green eyes.
"So are you going to keep acting like I don't exist or keep being an ass around me?" asked Jenna. Greg pulled out a swab.
"I just need a DNA sample," he said coolly. Jenna glared at him, took the swab and ran it in her mouth, capped it and almost threw it at him.
"There's your sample." Greg pulled out another print card and some ink.
"Should I print myself too?" asked Jenna.
"No, we won't get a good sample if you do," said Greg. He took her hand and started printed.
"So you're a cop now?" asked Jenna trying to stop herself from snapping at him. It was a shock to both of them to see each other after all this time. He was trying to focus on taking her prints, but focus was lacking while holding her hand and pressing her fingers down to get a good impression. He took a deep breath, she was being polite, no reason to be any more of an ass.
"Sort of, I just started a few months ago. I was doing lab work for the CSI's and I moved into the field recently." Jenna couldn't help but hear the pride in his voice.
"Congratulations. Dana must be proud of you," Greg's grip tighten on Jenna's left thumb and he pressed down a little too hard. Jenna yanked her hand away from him.
"That hurt."
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I still need your right hand." Jenna nodded and he started printing her right hand.
"So how long have you been running café cake land?" asked Greg. Jenna smiled.
"A few years now, but we just set up shop here and my mom stepped down after she went into remission. She decided to go to Italy this year for an early retirement."
"Congratulations to you too," said Greg. He printed the last finger and gave her a wet nap to wash the ink off.
"So when she comes back are you going to head back to school, finish up your Bachelors?" asked Greg. Jenna smile froze on her face.
"No, I got my Associates in Business and I have more real world experience than a grad student with a Bachelors, I'm running two bakeries and have some cool awards under my belt for my work here. I'm happy with my life," said Jenna. Greg started looking through his case, it was easier than looking at her.
"Just seems like a waste you didn't go back after your mom got better," said Greg. Jenna face started to get red.
"I had other things to do," said Jenna.
"Like getting engaged to a moron who couldn't stand the thought of you getting an education," said Greg shutting the case.
"Don't even go there with me," said Jenna.
"I think I went there," said Greg picking up the case and turning to head out of the room. Jenna bit her lip to keep from crying, than found herself getting really pissed off.
"How dare he come in here, into my business and tell me that my life sucks because I didn't get that piece of paper," thought Jenna.
"Tell Dana and your kid I said hello." She brushed past Greg and down the stairs not even noticing Nick on her left. Nick poked his head in and looked at a shocked Greg.
"Boy you have a lot of talking to do," said Nick.