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Sara and Greg’s case turned out to be a simple one, the autopsy report had confirmed that the victim managed to shoot himself with the Mac 10. Now they just had to confirm that it was foul play.
This means they were now sat in the break room drinking coffee.
Greg was staring at his phone. At Rachel’s number to be exact.
“You should call her,” Sara said not looking up from the Forensic Journal she was rifling through.
“What?” Greg asked, wondering if he should brush off her comment or not.
“Rachel, you should call her. You’ve been staring at your phone for the past ten minutes, Greg,”
“What if it’s too clingy, I mean I saw her two hours ago,” Greg sighed, leaning back in his chair.
“It’s not too clingy, just send her a text if you think ringing is too much,” Sara tried to suppress a grin as she shrugged.
Greg nodded, exhaling loudly.
A few minutes of silence followed after he sent Rachel a text asking if she was back at the lab yet.
Grissom wanted to let Rachel off so she could spend time with her family but with the mystery of the fingerprint and Ecklie making surprise visits he needed everyone here as much as possible.
Greg had a tendency to miss Rachel when she wasn’t around him, he knew it was all part of the thrill of a new relationship but he couldn’t help but feel really happy whenever she was around. As cliché as that is.
“Greggo!” Nicks voice snapped Greg out of his reverie. “Is a certain brown haired girl playing on your mind, G?”
“Sorry, just thinking,” Greg shook his head trying to keep the goofy grin off his face as Nick laughed.
“Bobby sent me up here to let you know he has the results of your Mac 10 AD”
“Thanks Nicky,” Sara smiled to him as she walked out of the break room, Greg following close behind feeling thankful that the burning in his face was dying down.
I smiled seeing Greg’s name pop up on my phone. I knew what the term as giddy as a school girl meant in detail at this stage.
I text him back saying I was on my way and finished helping Mum load the dishes into the dishwasher.
“He’s a nice boy,” My mum said, glancing at me as she closed the dishwasher and turned the dial.
“Yeah I think so too,” I smiled, looking down at the ground.
“I’m glad you’re happy, honey,” Mum smiled as she gave me a hug.
“That’s good, because I really am happy,” I assured her.
I saw Nicky sitting in the AV lab staring intently at the computer.
“I thought none of the employee’s fingerprints matched the unknown?” I wondered aloud as I walked in and took the chair next to Nick.
“They didn’t, I went banging on some doors earlier with an officer,”
“Ah I see,” I stared at the computer screen as fingerprint after fingerprint came up with a denied match.
“Y’know, Nicky, technology has advanced a hell of a lot in five years,”
“Yeah I know that,” He said, peeling his eyes from the computer screen. “What’re you thinking?”
“That there’s another way we could solve this than just focusing on the fingerprint in question,”
Fifteen minutes later Nick and I found Catherine in a separate lab standing at a machine.
“I hate when her and Grissom do that, always one step ahead of us,” I muttered to myself as Nick chuckled.
“Hi,” Catherine greeted us as we entered the lab.
“Video spectral analysis,” Nick nodded, grinning to me.
“Let’s see if I can bring out the image on the match book,”
We watched as a broken image appeared on the screen, it looked like cracked glass with a slight green tinge.
Catherine pressed a button and the image began getting clearer. Nick explained to her how the door to door was nothing but good exercise.
There was silence between us for a while as we watched the screen.
“Y’know I stopped by the break room earlier to find Greg grinning like an idiot to himself,” Nick smiled, glancing down at me.
“Probably had a big lunch,” I grinned back knowing well what Nick was implying.
The team rarely spoke about mine and Greg’s relationship but that didn’t stop them from making slight digs at us now and again. The majority of the jibes came from Nick and Warrick.
Nick smirked at me before turning back to the screen.
“Expose the match book to light and that covers the spectrum,” Nick nodded. “Rotate it 180,”
“Club PCH,” Catherine read from the image on the screen.
“Los Angeles,” I said quietly. “Does that account for anything?” I wondered aloud.
“Maybe, defendant’s son lived in L.A,” Nick noted.
“I loved my father, I paid a fortune paying for his defence!” Keith Garbett tried desperately to convince us in the interview room.
“That just tells me you had a guilty conscience,” I sighed, leaning back in my chair.
“Look the evidence is circumstantial at best,” Garbett’s lawyer pressed from across the table.
“Maybe but the court can try two people for a murder,” I shrugged. “As far as we know we’re looking at conspiracy,”
A few minutes later and Keith Garbett confessed to us. He let his father take the blame because he never thought the court would convict and innocent man.
“I can’t believe someone would actually let their own father take the heat for that,” I admitted disbelievingly to Nick in the break room.
“Yeah well on this job, we see the worst of people,” Nick stirred his coffee.
I sighed as I thought of how someone could treat their own flesh and blood that way.
“Greggo, how’s the case going?” Nick asked, my head shot up at the sound of Greg’s nickname.
“Finished, the gun was tampered with,” Greg announced proudly as he took a seat next to me. “Grissom figure out how the print got on the match book?”
“Yeah the plastic seal acted as a preserve for the oils, basically processing it in slow motion,” Warrick announced as he walked in.
“Didn’t know that could happen,” I frowned.
“Well, you learn something new every day,” Sara sighed as she grabbed her car keys from the counter. “Now I am going home,”
“Yeah I suppose I better head that way too, if I’m lucky the parents’ll be in bed,” I rolled my eyes, stifling a yawn.
“They’re not that bad,” Greg shrugged, playing with the cuff on his jacket.
“Kiss ass,” Warrick sneered as I laughed.
“Woah woah woah, you met the parents already?” Nick asked, staring at Greg in disbelief.
“Had to happen sooner or later,” Greg shrugged.
“So how did that go down then?”
“He did really well,” I answered for Greg whose cheeks were now turning a light shade of pink.
“Not long until we’ll be hearing wedding bells so,” Sarah chuckled as she walked out of the lab.
Our laughing was cut short when Ecklie walked into the room, his eyes gleaming as he stared between Greg and I.
“I’ll see you two in my office with your supervisor,” He announced before exiting the break room.
I looked at Greg with wide eyes, my horror was mirrored in his face.
As I looked around the room I saw the same mix of emotions on the rest of our teams faces.
Shock and sympathy.
This couldn’t end well.