Sorry it took so long for me to update, I've been under the weather for the past few days so I havn't done much. Happy Thanksgiving.
Oh and I still don't own CSI
"Hey Gil"
"Hey Jim"
The pair stood outside of the one-way glass, staring into the interrogation room where Grissom's attacker sat, handcuffed, in the hard wooden chair. He had a broken lip and a swollen cheek. Grissom decided that he had acquired those wounds in the struggle that occurred at the scene. Jim looked over and Grissom, privately assessing whether or not Grissom should play the "nice" cop role or not. Making up his mind after several minutes he said; "Gil I want you to act your normal self that should shake up our little friend in there."
Grissom raised an eyebrow and said; "What is that supposed to mean?"
"Oh nothing" Jim said nonchalantly "are you ready?"
Grissom nodded
They both entered the wooden door and nodded to the police officer stationed there, silently dismissing him.
Grissom stood by the door, crossing his arms and observing his attacker like he would his pink-toed tarantula.
Brass sat down across from the suspect, clasping his hands together and displaying a domineering position. He quickly glanced down at a paper on the table and set his eyes on the suspect.
"Mr. Andrews, can I call you Scott?"
Scott Andrews shrugged and replied, "Whatever floats your boat man."
"Okay, man, why don't you tell use what you were doing at 1296 Darley Road when it was clearly marked, by yellow crime scene tape, as a crime scene, a place people like you are Not Supposed To Enter?"
"Like I said earlier it is my house okay man."
"No it is not your house, the house belongs to Julie Smith, and unless you went through a sex change, you are not Julie Smith. So tell me again why you were at the house."
At this point Brass had placed both hands on the table and was towering over the seated suspect.
"Come on man, have you never shared a house with a woman?" He paused and smirked displaying teeth yellowed from years of smoking and lack of brushing "or perhaps you play house with men." "Know what man; call Julie she will tell you that I live there also."
"That might be a little hard Scott."
"Yo man, what do you mean, is she alright man?"
Jim raised his voice "No she is not alright, she is dead." He paused and watched the younger man look down. "Look at me!" He slammed the table with his fist causing the Scott to jump. "You want to know what I think. Well here is what I think happened. Last night you came home and decided that you had enough of Miss Smith, you wanted to break up, but you also wanted the house. So you two got in a fight, probably said a few choice words, and you decided that you had enough, and you killed her."
"No man, I loved her."
"Do you know how many times I have heard that?"
"Listen man" his voice was shaking with emotion, "We were going to get married in a few weeks, I loved her."
Brass was about to speak again when Grissom called out "Jim can I have a word with you?"
Brass nodded and walked over to Grissom.
"You are forgetting that Julie Smith's murder matched the murders of the other two girls, we are not looking for someone who killed Julie Smith for personal reasons, we are looking for a serial killer who is targeting young white females who have a decent job and a steady relationship. Let me talk to him though I don't think he did it."
Jim nodded to Grissom who took a seat in the chair across from Scott Andrews.
"Mr. Andrews I am truly sorry for your loss."
"Are you? Have you ever lost someone you love with all of your heart?"
Grissom's eyes became distant for a split second; "I nearly did."
Scott Andrews looked up and noticed the scratch on Grissom's cheek.
"I did that to you didn't I? I am sorry man, I just wanted to get home and see my Julie, I didn't mean to hurt anyone."
"It's okay, can I ask you a few questions though?"
"Yeah, of course I want to help in anyway I can."
Grissom looked back at Brass; "Can you take his cuffs off, I don't think he will do anything?"
Brass came around to Scott Andrews and slipped a key into the handcuffs.
"Do you want anything to drink?"
"Umm water would be great."
Brass responded, "I'll get it."
Grissom looked back at the man sitting across from him who was currently rubbing his wrists.
"Do you know a Susan Ryan or Sherry White?"
"I don't think so; maybe if I see a picture of them it would help."
"Here" Grissom said holding out two pictures of the deceased women.
"No man, sorry."
"That's all of the questions we have right now, how can we contact you if we have any further questions?"
Scott Andrews scribbled his contact paper on a piece of paper.
Brass returned at that moment with a glass of water, which he promptly gave to Scott Andrews.
After taking a sip of water Andrews said, "Do you think the same person who killed Julie killed these two women?"
"The evidence points to one killer for all three women."
"Please find him. Please find this beast that killed my fiancé."
"We will, I promise we will do everything we can to make sure justice is served"
"Thank you"
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