Just What I Needed
Chapter 11
I don't own CSI but I do love to play with them! It's the sincerest form of flattery!
Uh-oh. Greg's in trouble. I wonder what will happen next?
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After taking time to assess the room, Greg had made himself comfortable.
He took the towel bar off it's holder, stashing it under his leg. When the guy came back, Greg was prepared to make a run for it after smashing the guy's head. Until that time, he needed to make sure he was ready. If that meant rest, then rest it would be.
But first, People Magazine was calling his name. The issue that he browsed contained an article about how crime scenes on television were different from real crime scenes. He was very amused by the story.
Suddenly, he felt his coat begin to vibrate.
"Damn," he thought, "I've had my phone all this time?"
He pulled his cell phone out of his jacket pocket.
Greg whispered, "Sara," he questioned, "I'm being held hostage!"
"Where?" Sara asked.
"I don't know!" Greg answered. "But there's a guy outside the door who doesn't seem to be too happy with me breathing."
"Ok," Sara responded, tell me what you see, what you hear."
Quietly, Greg began to explain the layout of the room he had been in previously. He also described the bathroom where he currently sat.
"What about the window?" Sara asked.
"No, it's too small. There's no way I can get through it."
"No Greg," Sara sighed, thinking that he was never going to make it as a field agent, "Look through the window, tell me what you see." She thought about how many ways she was going to scold him about being more aware of his surroundings.
"Oh, ok yes let me look."
Greg got up from his nest and tried to quietly climb the side of the tub to access the window. He looked out.
"Sara, it's a huge place. I can see a pool, great trees and cactus, and a beat up Volvo in the drive way," he said quietly into the phone.
"Ok," Sara answered, "We are just pulling into the station and I will ping your phone."
"Please come get me," Greg whispered, "I need my fingers!"
Sara gave a puzzled look, not understanding that reference. She filed it away to ask him later.
"Is there any way of blocking the door so no one can get in?" Sara asked.
"No," Greg said, "I have a towel bar though!"
"Well," Sara answered, "A little protection is better than none. But it's best to not anger anyone if possible. Charm your way if you can."
"That I can do," Greg answered quietly, "Charming is my middle name."
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Grissom and Sara quickly climbed the stairs into the back door of the police station. They made their way to the office where Archie was still working to hack the chip.
"Archie," Grissom barked, "I need you to ping Greg's cell phone. Now!" He looked back at Sara, "Go find Charlie and bring her up to speed."
Sara left the room and headed towards Charlie's office near the front of the building.
Before she could reach the office, her phone was buzzing. "Sidle," she answered, not checking the caller id.
"We got him," Grissom said, "I'll get the car and pick you both up front."
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The voice was back.
"I got a geeky little guy who was driving a cop car locked up in the bathroom," he heard the voice say to another man.
The second voice replied, "What the hell did you do that for?"
"Cause I figured he could tell us where the information is."
"Could you be any more stupid Frank?" the new voice scolded. "What's going to happen when they realize that one of their own is missing?"
"How would they know where to find him?" Frank answered.
"They're cops for shit's sake, they always find each other," the new voice admonished. "What did you find out?"
"He says he's a scientist, he doesn't know anything about the stuff they found."
"We'll see about that!" the new voice said, sounding very ominous.
"What are you going to do?" Frank asked, "I already threatened to cut his fingers off, that didn't work!"
"The difference between you and me is that you threaten to do it – whereas I really will do it!"
"Man," Frank said, "I would have done it."
"Get a chair, some rope and then light that fireplace in the living room. I'll make the fucker talk," the angry voice directed.
Greg's stomach fell. He pulled out his phone and realized he had only one bar of service. He opted to send a text message. "Please hurry, there's another man here who seems to want me dead."
This was not good!
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Stephanie Faisano and her boyfriend Phil had checked in to a luxury hotel a few blocks from the police station. While the area was very secluded from the big cities, the rock formations and dunes were well known to draw people who had a lot of time and money on their hands. The hotel was often booked up, but there was always room for a Faisano.
Once they had washed up and had a bottle of nice red wine delivered to the room, the couple sat down to assess what their next steps would be.
Clearly, the police were not going to relinquish the jewelry that Tony had been so anxious to retrieve.
"We could break in to the police station," Phil suggested.
"God Phil," Stephanie replied, "Are you as dumb as my stupid goombah brother?"
"Why would you call me stupid?" he asked, looking truly hurt by her comment.
"Ok Phil," she said, looking over at her partner of 10 years, "I'm sorry. I'm just so frustrated and tired. We've been travelling for what seems like days now. Let's take a nap, maybe two hours, and then we should be able to figure out what to do next."
Phil agreed and he walked over to the oversized bed with luxury cotton sheets, pulled back the comforter and, when Stephanie climbed into the bed, he tucked the blankets around her. He kissed her on the cheek and walked to the other side of the bed and climbed in.
"We'll figure it out Steph," he said consolingly.
"I know," she answered, "Damien cannot outsmart the two of us!"
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Little did anyone know, Bobby Merrit had also arrived in town. Unlike Stephanie, he stayed in the Motel 6 directly across from the police station.
Bobby, Giada's husband, knew that Tony Faisano had been trying to ruin Stephanie's life for years. When he discovered that Giada had been killed in an arson fire at Stephanie's office, he was sure that Tony had been involved somehow. He knew that Giada had made some travel plans for Steph to go to Nevada, and he was pretty sure that her evil brother would be not too far behind. On a hunch, he booked a flight and, as luck would have it, ended up on the same flight as Tony. All he had to do was follow.
Unfortunately, when Tony skidded off the road and ended up in the hospital, he had to guess which way Tony had been headed.
After viewing the map, it became a no-brainer. He was headed to Mt. Zion to the family's homestead.
Homestead, he chuckled to himself, might as well call it a castle! Must be nice. Life of luxury. And if Tony was involved in his precious Jade's death, Bobby knew he could make that house his own.
If only he had not gotten busted for speeding. It would have been a perfect plan!
Bobby dropped over to the 7-11 and purchased a six pack of Milwaukee's Best, three packs of Marlboros and an assortment of beef jerky, Doritos and snack crackers. He also bought the local newspaper so he could check what was happening in the local news.
He placed his purchases on the counter, and took two 20's out of his wallet to pay the tab.
"So," he said to the older lady behind the counter, "What's new?"
The lady with a name-tag saying that her name was Marge, said "Nothing's ever new around here!"
"Well," he paused, glancing down at the name-tag, "Marge, my friend grew up here, I was wondering if there was any news from the family since her dad passed away."
"Depends," Marge answered, counting the change into his hand, "Who is your friend?"
"Stephanie Faisano."
She stopped dead. "You know Stephie?" she asked.
"Yeah," Bobby answered, "We went to school together."
"Oh," Marge said as she finished counting, "You one of those fancy shmancy lawyers too?"
"No," Bobby laughed, "High school, not college. I'm a bartender."
"Well, you know her fathered died right? And really the only news was that a lot of the furniture and other estate items were taken out of the house to sell."
"They needed the money?" Bobby asked as he stuck the change back in to his wallet.
"Nah," Marge answered, "I'm sure your friend just wanted to get rid of that stuff. You know she and her mother were never that close. I'm sure she just wanted to get rid of it."
"Well, you know how those rich folks are," Bobby answered, trying to build a bond with Marge, "They never really appreciate anything!"
"So true," Marge answered, "But did you hear that the couple that was selling the house contents got killed?"
"What?" Bobby answered, seriously surprised by this information.
"Yeah," she said, "The shop owners got killed and the police are trying to figure out what happened and if anything was missing!"
"Wow," he answered, "Well thanks for the information, Marge, I'm going to go see what time I can book a ride up into the canyon."
"Well be safe, and do have fun!" Marge responded as Bobby left the store.
I will be safe, he said to himself, but I can't promise the same for Tony.
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The story is coming to an end in two or three chapters. I hope you are enjoying! And I promise to wrap everything up with some good old GSR Romance!