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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
50
Views:
6,375
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
ch 42
The big black limo pulled up in front of the Mayor’s Mansion. Sam Braun got out of the limo and walked towards the front door.
He could hear the people talking from outside. The mansion was huge and beautifully decorated. It lit up half the town.
Sam approached the door and was greeted by the security. “Mr. Braun, nice to see you.”
“Likewise. Can I go in?”
“Sure thing. Join the others; most of the guests are already here.”
“Great, thanks.” Sam walked in and looked around.
The cathedral ceilings were amazing, the architecture was impeccable. Sam thought about someday running for mayor just so he could live in this house.
I wonder if Mr Allen Jr is here yet. He scanned the crowd and immediately found him. Jackpot.
Sam walked over to him and extended his hand. “Mr Allen, I am Sam Braun. I own most of the casinos here in Las Vegas; I think we may have some business to discuss.”
“Is that so, Mr Braun?” He said apprehensively.
“This has to do with Gil Grissom, does that name ring a bell?”
“Ok, now you have my attention.”
“Good, lets talk.”
“I heard that he was hurt in that freak sandstorm a few weeks ago.”
“Yes, actually that is what I am here to discuss with you.”
“What can I do?”
“More than you know. I hear he saved your son a couple of years ago.”
“Yes, I’ll never forget that…
“Mr Allen, this is Gil Grissom I may have a lead on your son.”
“Oh really? What do you know?”
“We found some displaced bugs. I investigated it a bit and I think I have a lead.”
“Where is my son?”
“The old abandoned house. I found termite residue on the ransom letter. It led me to the cellar of the house. It was cordoned off, not used anymore. There was old, rotten wood residue mixed in with the termite faeces.”
“All that stuff means nothing to me, where is my son?”
“Meet me at the house in about ten minutes; come alone, I don’t want media coverage.”
Paul drove to the abandoned house and saw Gil Grissom’s truck sitting there, a woman approached him.
“I’m Sara Sidle; I work for the crime lab too. Grissom went in to see if he was right, he should be right out.”
Just as the words came out of Sara’s mouth Paul saw Gil come around the corner carrying a child. His heart sank. Oh no!
Grissom approached him. He could see the child moving. “He is alive; he is just dehydrated and tired.”
“Oh Mr Grissom, how can I ever repay you for this?”
“No payment necessary, I just did my job.” Grissom walked away.
“I have a suggestion for you, are you willing to help him and his family?”
“Why yes. I owe him at least that much.”
“Great, let’s discuss this further.”
“What does he need? Money?”
“No, not exactly. Because of the sandstorm he got a virus, Hantavirus I think it is. Well he needs to go to Miami to recover because of the dryness of Nevada; it is hard on his breathing. He can’t take a commercial flight there are too many germs, driving would take too long.”
“I will definitely do this for him; he wouldn’t let me thank him properly when he found Pauly.”
“There is a catch though.”
“What’s that?”
“You need to approach the sheriff and make this your idea, not bring me into this at all.”
“That will be easy.”
He could hear the people talking from outside. The mansion was huge and beautifully decorated. It lit up half the town.
Sam approached the door and was greeted by the security. “Mr. Braun, nice to see you.”
“Likewise. Can I go in?”
“Sure thing. Join the others; most of the guests are already here.”
“Great, thanks.” Sam walked in and looked around.
The cathedral ceilings were amazing, the architecture was impeccable. Sam thought about someday running for mayor just so he could live in this house.
I wonder if Mr Allen Jr is here yet. He scanned the crowd and immediately found him. Jackpot.
Sam walked over to him and extended his hand. “Mr Allen, I am Sam Braun. I own most of the casinos here in Las Vegas; I think we may have some business to discuss.”
“Is that so, Mr Braun?” He said apprehensively.
“This has to do with Gil Grissom, does that name ring a bell?”
“Ok, now you have my attention.”
“Good, lets talk.”
“I heard that he was hurt in that freak sandstorm a few weeks ago.”
“Yes, actually that is what I am here to discuss with you.”
“What can I do?”
“More than you know. I hear he saved your son a couple of years ago.”
“Yes, I’ll never forget that…
“Mr Allen, this is Gil Grissom I may have a lead on your son.”
“Oh really? What do you know?”
“We found some displaced bugs. I investigated it a bit and I think I have a lead.”
“Where is my son?”
“The old abandoned house. I found termite residue on the ransom letter. It led me to the cellar of the house. It was cordoned off, not used anymore. There was old, rotten wood residue mixed in with the termite faeces.”
“All that stuff means nothing to me, where is my son?”
“Meet me at the house in about ten minutes; come alone, I don’t want media coverage.”
Paul drove to the abandoned house and saw Gil Grissom’s truck sitting there, a woman approached him.
“I’m Sara Sidle; I work for the crime lab too. Grissom went in to see if he was right, he should be right out.”
Just as the words came out of Sara’s mouth Paul saw Gil come around the corner carrying a child. His heart sank. Oh no!
Grissom approached him. He could see the child moving. “He is alive; he is just dehydrated and tired.”
“Oh Mr Grissom, how can I ever repay you for this?”
“No payment necessary, I just did my job.” Grissom walked away.
“I have a suggestion for you, are you willing to help him and his family?”
“Why yes. I owe him at least that much.”
“Great, let’s discuss this further.”
“What does he need? Money?”
“No, not exactly. Because of the sandstorm he got a virus, Hantavirus I think it is. Well he needs to go to Miami to recover because of the dryness of Nevada; it is hard on his breathing. He can’t take a commercial flight there are too many germs, driving would take too long.”
“I will definitely do this for him; he wouldn’t let me thank him properly when he found Pauly.”
“There is a catch though.”
“What’s that?”
“You need to approach the sheriff and make this your idea, not bring me into this at all.”
“That will be easy.”