This is fun.. but its going to be short… maybe one more chapter.
Back in school again Maxwell plays the fool again
Teacher gets annoyed
Wishing to avoid and unpleasant scene-e-e-ene
She tells Max to stay when the class has gone away
So he waits behind
Writing fifty times "I must not be so-o-o-o
But when she turns her back on the boy
He creeps up from behind – Maxwell's silver hammer- The Beatles
Four months had past since the first murder on the college campus. The girl, whose name was Megan not Joan, was a case that had been filed away with many other unsolved mysteries. Now Grissom stood at the same school, in a campus classroom. He read the writing on the chalkboard aloud.
"I will not be so disruptive…. I will not be so distracted…. I will not be so thoughtless. I didn't know they still made be people do this." Grissom said raising an eyebrow to Warrick.
"They don't." Warrick said as he read along.
Grissom turned his attention to the teacher, who lay sprawled across the desk.
"She was hit from behind." He observed.
Sara walked into the room and came to a halt. "Oh. My. God." She said slowly.
Warrick turned. " What?"
Grissom waved him off. " She has a song theory."
"To what?' Warrick asked.
"Maxwell's Silver hammer." Grissom said.
"It's not a theory. But when she turns her back on the boy... He creeps up from behind.." Sara started.
Grissom held up his hand. " It's just another murder. There is no proof their related yet. I'm going to get Brass."
Sara slanted her eyes and watched Grissom leave the room.
" I think you're right Sara." Warrick said.
" It's apparent that somebody snuck up on her… and hit her."
Brass walked into the room and scoped the scene before him. "HOLY hell." He said.
Sara nodded." I can't wait to hear what Doc says."
"Blunt force trauma… no defense wounds… no signs of sexual trauma.. silver particles." Doc said handing the bottle Sara.
Sara glared at Grissom and shook the bottle. Grissom glared back and forfeited the eye battle.
"We pulled up the class roster Sara. No 'Maxwells'." Grissom said.
"That doesn't mean the song wasn't his inspiration." She defended.
"It doesn't mean it was." Grissom fired.
They turned and peeled their gloves of, depositing them in the trash can.. "You know what it does mean?" She asked.
"What?"
"It means someone's sleeping on the couch." She replied.
Grissom stopped and stared. "Just because I don't believe you."
Sara nodded.
"That's not fair." He said
"I'm not a fair person."
Brass and Grissom were on their last interrogation. A skinny boy named Alex sat across from them.
"So Alex, did you know Joan any? You had a class together last semester." Brass asked, sliding a picture over to him.
"Yeah." He replied.
"Did you date?"
"No… she was too smart. She thought she was smarter than me."
This sparked Grissom's interest and he straitened up. "What are studying Alex?" He asked.
"I'm in Medical school."
In the viewing room Sara and Warrick gasped.
"Maxwell Edison Majoring in medicine." Warrick sang.
Sara stuck out her lip and nodded.