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CSI › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
18
Views:
2,156
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 3
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Chapter 3
The conversation that had been taking place in Grissom’s office was heated. The two men argued until both of them were practically yelling.
“No, absolutely not,” Grissom stated. After several minutes trying to reason with the man.
“The boy’s been missing for four days, Grissom. We’ve turned up nothing on his whereabouts. This is our only option,” Brass argued.
“Bullshit, that is not the reason why you’re doing this,” Grissom slammed his fist down on his desk angrily.
Brass was silent for a moment, knowing that Grissom had figured it out, “Your right, Mayor Miller knows and is pushing toward it. If we don’t do this, he’ll find someone else who will. Isn’t it better that we handle this and keep it away from strangers who will probably make a problem out of it?” He paused before continuing, to emphasize his trump card, “Someone like Ecklie?”
Grissom was silent, his jaw clenched tightly while starring daggers at the man standing before him, “How did he find out?”
Brass replied softly, “Ann Miller told him. She learned about it from a friend of hers.”
“Who is this friend?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“YES, IT DOES,” Grissom yelled.
“NO, IT DOESN’T,” Brass returned.
Both men stared at each other angrily.
After a moment, Brass took a deep breath for calm. “Whoever told Ann Miller, must have stumbled across the information by chance. This isn’t the first time in the last fifteen years, Grissom. Even after Dan retired, he still consulted with out of state departments. He still requested help every once in awhile in similar cases. We won’t be doing anything new…”
“This will be the first time WE have asked,” Grissom said. “Jim, give me time. I’ll work on this 24/7 until…”
“No, the mayor already said that we do this tonight or he’ll get Ecklie involved,” Brass shook his head sadly.
“Where’s Dan on this?” Grissom asked.
“His wife says he’s in Denver on one of his consulting jobs. But I haven’t been able to contact him yet and the mayor won’t give us anymore time.”
Grissom dropped his head, looking down at his desk in defeat. “He’s going to be pissed that we didn’t go through him first.”
“I know, but the mayor won’t give us anymore time, Grissom. Besides, I’ve already called Brian and he’s agreed to see us,” Brass said silently.
Grissom once again looked at Brass. Realizing he had lost the argument, he nodded, “I guess we’ll get started.” He picked up the night’s assignments and without saying anything else, walked out of his office with Brass following behind for the shift meeting.
*****
After handing out the night’s assignments and abruptly leaving the stunned CSI agents behind, Brass and Grissom walked out of the building without any further word. They drove through Vegas and headed toward one of the suburbs. Uncomfortable silence filled the car.
Brass easily found the modest two-story house that he had been looking for, and after he parked his vehicle behind a pick-up truck, he turned toward Grissom.
“This wasn’t my first choice, Gil. I tried to talk the Mayor out of it,” he explained.
Grissom sighed deeply and relaxed, “I understand, Jim. I just promised myself I’d never take advantage. Plus, we all agreed that science and the evidence was the best way to solve these cases.”
“So did I,” Brass argued, “But she has been helping other departments in numerous states, Grissom. Plus, I think it’s better we’re here instead of a stranger, especially someone like Ecklie.”
Grissom only nodded and opened his door.
Brass followed suit and together they walked the short pathway to the front door. Knocking, Grissom stood back to wait for a reply.
A tall man, in his late forties with dark curly hair, quickly answered the knock. “Gil, Jim,” he said shaking the offered hands, “It’s been a long time.”
“Brian, it’s good to see you again,” Brass said.
“Yeah, about fifteen years, right?” the man said. “Come in.”
The two investigators entered the home and were led to the living room.
“Want anything to drink?” he asked, playing the good host.
“No, we’re okay.” Grissom said.
The three men stood silent looking at each other, uncertain about how to start.
Brass finally broke the silence, “Have you heard about the Mayor’s grandson?”
Brian sat down on the couch behind him and sighed, “How could I not? It’s on every station,” he said. “And let me guess, he now wants us to find his grandson?” Brass nodded.
“Why now? I’ve been keeping up with the papers and Dan’s been letting me know what you guys have been up to. I know you’ve had worse cases than this. Why are you suddenly on our doorstep?”
Brass and Grissom kept silent, suspecting that Brian already knew the answer.
He acknowledged their silence by replying to his own questions, “Right…he signs the paychecks. He pushes the buttons.”
Grissom broke in, “That’s not the reason why we’re here, Brian. Yes, the mayor did hear about the case fifteen years, as well as, the others since then and he is willing to push the issue. He’s even willing to go so far as bring strangers into this. You and I both know that’s not what we want. We want to keep this as silent as possible and keep it away from strangers as well as out of the media.”
Brian was silent as he weighed his options. Finally realizing that his hands were tied, he nodded.
“I’m surprised that Dan didn’t call,” he asked.
Brass and Grissom looked at each other before Brass said, “Actually, we weren’t able to get in touch with Dan.”
Brian quirked an eyebrow, “Well, I guess this will be new to you guys in some aspect.’
“Okay, first of all, I need to know about the boy and the kidnapping. Tell me what you guys think so far,” Brian asked.
“Why do you need to know?” Grissom asked, curious about the process taking over.
Brian smiled faintly, “I’m not letting her help you, if it turns out that it’s a violent crime. No pedophiles, no killers. You guys were here the last time she’d helped out with one of those and I’ll be damned if I put her in that position again.”
Grissom nodded in understanding, “We don’t have a lot to go on but we suspect that the boy is safe. All the evidence, we gathered, suggests that the kidnapper knew the boy and even took a few of his favorite toys and clothing with him.”
“Any ransom?” the man continued.
“No,” Brass replied this time.
“So basically you guys have no proof that this kid is even alive much less whether or not the kidnapper is a raving sicko?” Brian questioned.
Silence filled the room until Grissom leaned forward and looked intently into Brian’s eyes, “I truly believe that not only is the boy alive but also being well taken care of. We just don’t know by whom.”
Brian returned the steady gaze, “You swear it?”
Grissom nodded. Brian glanced over at Brass who mimicked the nod.
Brian continued to glance between the two men as the silence once again filled the room. He finally conceded, “She trusted the two of you fifteen years ago, and if she still does…I’ll allow it.”
Brass wanted to get this over with as soon as possible, “Is she here?”
Brian shook his head and smiled, “She’s had her own place for quite awhile now. It happens when they grow up. I’ll call her and have her come over.” He stood and left the room to the kitchen and placed the call.
Brass and Grissom caught snippets of the conversation, Brass whispered, “I hope we’re right about this, Gil.”
Grissom nodded, he hoped so as well.
Brass and Grissom waited in the living room for Brian to return.
“She’ll be here in about ten minutes,” Brian said, as he sat once again on the couch. The three men remained silent during that time but when they heard a key entering the lock on the entrance door they stood. Brian walked toward the entrance to greet the person entering the house.
Brass and Grissom smiled as a young woman, considerable shorter than Brian, greeted him with an embrace and kiss on the cheek. Her curly mass of hair had been tied up in a ponytail. She wore comfortable, loose lounge pants decorated with little clouds, a pair of worn tennis shoes and a sweatshirt with the UC Davis initials spelled out on the chest. She deposited an overnight bag by the front door before walking further into the house.
She looked at the other two occupants of the room and gazed into each person’s eyes for a few seconds before greeting them.
She smiled brilliantly at them and embraced both of them in turn. Slightly shocked at the gesture, they returned the embrace.
“Hello, Emily,” Grissom said affectionately, smiling down at her.
“I haven’t seen the two of you in forever,” she replied, “but Dan’s been keeping me updated. You’ve been busy. Number two in the nation? Congratulations. Dan couldn’t be more proud.”
“You’ve grown,” Brass said. He was truly happy to see her even under these circumstances.
She laughed, “I was ten the last time you saw me, Jim. I’m surprised you even recognized me.”
“Dan’s been spending us updates on you as well. The last picture we got was of you and Heidi in Iceland, on Spring Break,” Grissom replied.
The girl in front of them laughed, “We were never like the other students.”
“Which I will forever be eternally grateful for,” Brain interrupted with a huge smile.
Grissom’s smile slowly faded as he remembered the reason for his visit. He wished he had another reason for being there, he should have visited much sooner and not have let fifteen years separate their meetings.
Emily noticed the change in Grissom’s mood, “You’re here about the little boy, the mayor’s grandson?” she asked.
Grissom nodded solemnly.
“I heard about it on the news. You haven’t found anything?” she asked.
Grissom shook his head, “It looks like the evidence let us down this time.”
She disagreed, “No it didn’t. You just didn’t have enough time. You would have found it eventually.”
She sat next to Brian on the sofa and waited for the other two men to do the same. “Is there anything you can tell me about the little boy?’
Both Grissom and Brass told her what they suspected about the Miller case. She sighed in relief hearing Grissom’s confidence that the boy was safe and being taken care of. “Good, than it should be easy.”
“So will you help us, Emily?” Brass asked.
She smiled, “Of course.”
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Chapter 3
The conversation that had been taking place in Grissom’s office was heated. The two men argued until both of them were practically yelling.
“No, absolutely not,” Grissom stated. After several minutes trying to reason with the man.
“The boy’s been missing for four days, Grissom. We’ve turned up nothing on his whereabouts. This is our only option,” Brass argued.
“Bullshit, that is not the reason why you’re doing this,” Grissom slammed his fist down on his desk angrily.
Brass was silent for a moment, knowing that Grissom had figured it out, “Your right, Mayor Miller knows and is pushing toward it. If we don’t do this, he’ll find someone else who will. Isn’t it better that we handle this and keep it away from strangers who will probably make a problem out of it?” He paused before continuing, to emphasize his trump card, “Someone like Ecklie?”
Grissom was silent, his jaw clenched tightly while starring daggers at the man standing before him, “How did he find out?”
Brass replied softly, “Ann Miller told him. She learned about it from a friend of hers.”
“Who is this friend?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“YES, IT DOES,” Grissom yelled.
“NO, IT DOESN’T,” Brass returned.
Both men stared at each other angrily.
After a moment, Brass took a deep breath for calm. “Whoever told Ann Miller, must have stumbled across the information by chance. This isn’t the first time in the last fifteen years, Grissom. Even after Dan retired, he still consulted with out of state departments. He still requested help every once in awhile in similar cases. We won’t be doing anything new…”
“This will be the first time WE have asked,” Grissom said. “Jim, give me time. I’ll work on this 24/7 until…”
“No, the mayor already said that we do this tonight or he’ll get Ecklie involved,” Brass shook his head sadly.
“Where’s Dan on this?” Grissom asked.
“His wife says he’s in Denver on one of his consulting jobs. But I haven’t been able to contact him yet and the mayor won’t give us anymore time.”
Grissom dropped his head, looking down at his desk in defeat. “He’s going to be pissed that we didn’t go through him first.”
“I know, but the mayor won’t give us anymore time, Grissom. Besides, I’ve already called Brian and he’s agreed to see us,” Brass said silently.
Grissom once again looked at Brass. Realizing he had lost the argument, he nodded, “I guess we’ll get started.” He picked up the night’s assignments and without saying anything else, walked out of his office with Brass following behind for the shift meeting.
*****
After handing out the night’s assignments and abruptly leaving the stunned CSI agents behind, Brass and Grissom walked out of the building without any further word. They drove through Vegas and headed toward one of the suburbs. Uncomfortable silence filled the car.
Brass easily found the modest two-story house that he had been looking for, and after he parked his vehicle behind a pick-up truck, he turned toward Grissom.
“This wasn’t my first choice, Gil. I tried to talk the Mayor out of it,” he explained.
Grissom sighed deeply and relaxed, “I understand, Jim. I just promised myself I’d never take advantage. Plus, we all agreed that science and the evidence was the best way to solve these cases.”
“So did I,” Brass argued, “But she has been helping other departments in numerous states, Grissom. Plus, I think it’s better we’re here instead of a stranger, especially someone like Ecklie.”
Grissom only nodded and opened his door.
Brass followed suit and together they walked the short pathway to the front door. Knocking, Grissom stood back to wait for a reply.
A tall man, in his late forties with dark curly hair, quickly answered the knock. “Gil, Jim,” he said shaking the offered hands, “It’s been a long time.”
“Brian, it’s good to see you again,” Brass said.
“Yeah, about fifteen years, right?” the man said. “Come in.”
The two investigators entered the home and were led to the living room.
“Want anything to drink?” he asked, playing the good host.
“No, we’re okay.” Grissom said.
The three men stood silent looking at each other, uncertain about how to start.
Brass finally broke the silence, “Have you heard about the Mayor’s grandson?”
Brian sat down on the couch behind him and sighed, “How could I not? It’s on every station,” he said. “And let me guess, he now wants us to find his grandson?” Brass nodded.
“Why now? I’ve been keeping up with the papers and Dan’s been letting me know what you guys have been up to. I know you’ve had worse cases than this. Why are you suddenly on our doorstep?”
Brass and Grissom kept silent, suspecting that Brian already knew the answer.
He acknowledged their silence by replying to his own questions, “Right…he signs the paychecks. He pushes the buttons.”
Grissom broke in, “That’s not the reason why we’re here, Brian. Yes, the mayor did hear about the case fifteen years, as well as, the others since then and he is willing to push the issue. He’s even willing to go so far as bring strangers into this. You and I both know that’s not what we want. We want to keep this as silent as possible and keep it away from strangers as well as out of the media.”
Brian was silent as he weighed his options. Finally realizing that his hands were tied, he nodded.
“I’m surprised that Dan didn’t call,” he asked.
Brass and Grissom looked at each other before Brass said, “Actually, we weren’t able to get in touch with Dan.”
Brian quirked an eyebrow, “Well, I guess this will be new to you guys in some aspect.’
“Okay, first of all, I need to know about the boy and the kidnapping. Tell me what you guys think so far,” Brian asked.
“Why do you need to know?” Grissom asked, curious about the process taking over.
Brian smiled faintly, “I’m not letting her help you, if it turns out that it’s a violent crime. No pedophiles, no killers. You guys were here the last time she’d helped out with one of those and I’ll be damned if I put her in that position again.”
Grissom nodded in understanding, “We don’t have a lot to go on but we suspect that the boy is safe. All the evidence, we gathered, suggests that the kidnapper knew the boy and even took a few of his favorite toys and clothing with him.”
“Any ransom?” the man continued.
“No,” Brass replied this time.
“So basically you guys have no proof that this kid is even alive much less whether or not the kidnapper is a raving sicko?” Brian questioned.
Silence filled the room until Grissom leaned forward and looked intently into Brian’s eyes, “I truly believe that not only is the boy alive but also being well taken care of. We just don’t know by whom.”
Brian returned the steady gaze, “You swear it?”
Grissom nodded. Brian glanced over at Brass who mimicked the nod.
Brian continued to glance between the two men as the silence once again filled the room. He finally conceded, “She trusted the two of you fifteen years ago, and if she still does…I’ll allow it.”
Brass wanted to get this over with as soon as possible, “Is she here?”
Brian shook his head and smiled, “She’s had her own place for quite awhile now. It happens when they grow up. I’ll call her and have her come over.” He stood and left the room to the kitchen and placed the call.
Brass and Grissom caught snippets of the conversation, Brass whispered, “I hope we’re right about this, Gil.”
Grissom nodded, he hoped so as well.
Brass and Grissom waited in the living room for Brian to return.
“She’ll be here in about ten minutes,” Brian said, as he sat once again on the couch. The three men remained silent during that time but when they heard a key entering the lock on the entrance door they stood. Brian walked toward the entrance to greet the person entering the house.
Brass and Grissom smiled as a young woman, considerable shorter than Brian, greeted him with an embrace and kiss on the cheek. Her curly mass of hair had been tied up in a ponytail. She wore comfortable, loose lounge pants decorated with little clouds, a pair of worn tennis shoes and a sweatshirt with the UC Davis initials spelled out on the chest. She deposited an overnight bag by the front door before walking further into the house.
She looked at the other two occupants of the room and gazed into each person’s eyes for a few seconds before greeting them.
She smiled brilliantly at them and embraced both of them in turn. Slightly shocked at the gesture, they returned the embrace.
“Hello, Emily,” Grissom said affectionately, smiling down at her.
“I haven’t seen the two of you in forever,” she replied, “but Dan’s been keeping me updated. You’ve been busy. Number two in the nation? Congratulations. Dan couldn’t be more proud.”
“You’ve grown,” Brass said. He was truly happy to see her even under these circumstances.
She laughed, “I was ten the last time you saw me, Jim. I’m surprised you even recognized me.”
“Dan’s been spending us updates on you as well. The last picture we got was of you and Heidi in Iceland, on Spring Break,” Grissom replied.
The girl in front of them laughed, “We were never like the other students.”
“Which I will forever be eternally grateful for,” Brain interrupted with a huge smile.
Grissom’s smile slowly faded as he remembered the reason for his visit. He wished he had another reason for being there, he should have visited much sooner and not have let fifteen years separate their meetings.
Emily noticed the change in Grissom’s mood, “You’re here about the little boy, the mayor’s grandson?” she asked.
Grissom nodded solemnly.
“I heard about it on the news. You haven’t found anything?” she asked.
Grissom shook his head, “It looks like the evidence let us down this time.”
She disagreed, “No it didn’t. You just didn’t have enough time. You would have found it eventually.”
She sat next to Brian on the sofa and waited for the other two men to do the same. “Is there anything you can tell me about the little boy?’
Both Grissom and Brass told her what they suspected about the Miller case. She sighed in relief hearing Grissom’s confidence that the boy was safe and being taken care of. “Good, than it should be easy.”
“So will you help us, Emily?” Brass asked.
She smiled, “Of course.”