Fic: Seminar, Chapter 26 (CSI/CSI NY/CSI Miami, Flack / Warrick, Ryan / Eric, Nick / Greg)
Title: Seminar, Chapter 26
Fandom: CSI / CSI NY, CSI Miami
Pairing: Warrick Brown / Don Flack,
Ryan Wolfe / Eric Delko,
Nick Stokes / Greg Sanders
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
Banner by the lovely sexycazzy
Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 (NC-17) Chapter 4
Chapter 5 Chapter 6 (NC-17) Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9
Chapter 10 Chapter 11 (NC-17) Chapter 12 Chapter 13 (NC-17)
Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18
Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23
Interlude (NC-17) Chapter 24 Chapter 25
Crime lab, Las Vegas
“Morning.” Don greeted from the door and walked into the layout room. “Are you done?”
“With this?” Warrick sighed and started shoving the tire prints into a folder. “Yeah, I think I need to get some sleep and get back to this with a fresh pair of eyes. What are you doing here?”
“Your shift’s over so I thought we could go get some breakfast. Or actually lunch, I already had breakfast.”
“Nice plan. I’ll just grab my stuff from the locker room.”
“Okay.”
Warrick headed to the direction of the locker rooms and Don followed.
“I don’t need a police escort.”
“You can change in front of me, I’ve already seen everything you got.”
“Don.” Warrick turned to face the blue-eye. “Look over my shoulder. Carefully.”
“What exactly am I looking at?”
“The girl at the reception.”
“What about her?”
“Is she looking at us?”
“And pretending she’s not.”
“They’ve been doing that ever since the whole thing ended up as the top story of the rumour mill.”
“What’s the whole thing?”
“No the whole thing, but someone heard Cath`s outburst at the diner, and you know how rumours fly. They know the basic scenario, and now they’re all hunting to be the first to catch some details.”
“Ahaa.” Don smirked. “I know that game. Whoever can bring the best piece of gossip to the water cooler is the king of the hill. Or is it queen?”
“With some of the lab rats is hard to tell. Is she still looking?”
“Yep. Is she a nice girl?”
“Trish?”
“Yeah.”
“I guess. Why?”
“Let’s give her something to talk about.”
“Don, I’m not gonna-”
“Don’t worry, if you’re too tired I can do all the work.” Don grabbed him by the collar, pulled him into the locker-room and locked the door.
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“Thanks. Call me when you have the results.” Ryan hung up and shoved his phone back into his pocket.
“Miami?” Nick guessed.
“Yeah, we got lucky. They had enough of the original samples left to redo the tests, so we don’t need to exhume the body.”
“Are you going to tell me what they’re looking for?”
“Wait a minute.” Ryan pulled his ringing phone out again. “Wolfe. You got it? And? That’s great. I told Reynolds to send you the results from the Miami victim for comparison. Thanks.” He snapped the phone shut. “Your guy redid the test.”
“Did he found something new?”
“Yeah.” Ryan grinned widely. “There was Neriine, like the first tox screen said. But there was also a small amount of Oleandrine. It’s hard to detect and if they don’t have a reason to look for it, it usually goes unnoticed.”
“Oleandrine?” Nick repeated. “From Oleander?”
“Yeah.” Ryan pulled one of the cardboard boxes closer and digged up one of the evidence bags. “We gotta wait till we get the results from the other victim too, but I think the guy got the idea from this.” He handed Nick the same book he had showed him during the search.
“What is this about?” Nick turned to read the text in the back cover.
“In the book a mentally unbalanced artist is seeing a guy who turns out to be a cheater. She breaks into his house and covers all possible surfaces with Oleander sap and dimethyl sulfoxide. The DMSO allows the oleander poison to be absorbed into skin and the guy dies.”
“That would leave marks on the skin.” Nick added. “So she probably got it with food or drink.” He picked up the evidence bag containing the large plastic cup. “They use cups like this in sports events.”
“Like boxing.”
“Yeah, and as far as I know sport drinks don’t leave residues like that.”
“But if the Oleander poison was dried powder or something similar it would probably leave some residues to the bottom of the cup. The poison is pretty quick so the manager probably took the cup away and hid it before she died. Otherwise it would have been found when you searched the dressing room.”
“And there was some small oleander shrubs in the flowerbed in the manager’s apartment.” Nick remembered. “I’ll call Brass to bring him in.”
---------------------------------------------------
“Trish! Okay, okay, I’m here. Sorry, the traffic was pure murder.” A perky brunette breezed into the lobby and leaned heavily on the reception desk. She was panting like a steam engine.
“Calm down, Jan. That’s alright.” Trish grinned. “I’m not going anywhere yet. I wanna see them coming out.”
“Who?”
“Brown and that blue-eyed guy from New York.”
“He’s here again?”
“Yeah, came to pick up Brown and I saw them talking there in the hallway. You know, leaning really close and talking…..”
“You mean….?”
“Oh yeah. Not that we didn’t know about them already. Straight guys don’t talk to each other like that. Or pick each other from work all the time.”
“I heard the blue-eye’s from the NYPD.”
“Really?”
“Well, what did you hear?”
“Clara was talking yesterday and she heard from Jo that he’s from the internal investigation. He’s here undercover because we got a mole.”
“Mole?”
“You know, leaking information about us.”
“Who would want to know about us? And if he’s here for work then why is he staying with Brown?”
“He is?”
“Yeah, my babysitter’s mom lives in the same building. She said they’ve been making noises. You know what I mean?”
“No….”
“That kinda noises! And she saw them at the grocery store together, so it’s pretty clear what’s going on there.”
“I always wondered why Brown and Willows never got together, but that explains it. Can you imagine the shock? Poor old heifer was his beard and she had no idea.”
“You think it’s because of Stokes and Sanders?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean when they came out, Brown wanted to show off his own guy?”
“Well, that guy has a lot to show off. If Brown hadn’t snatched him I would have tied him to my bed and given him a good reason to turn straight.”
“I know, gotta love those eyes and then.... then you’ll just add the sugar and butter and mix it till the batter is all fluffy.”
Trish gave her colleague a small, meaningful nod and her eyes wandered over her shoulder.
“Are they there again?” Jan whispered.
“Oh my….”
“What?”
“They’re coming out.”
“Of the closet?”
“No, the locker room.”
“Blushing faces, rumpled clothes?”
“Yep, and Brown’s walking funny….”
“Are they coming this way?”
“Yeah, just act natural.”
“How natural can I be? I’ve never done it in the locker room!”
“I would have, but nobody never asks.”
“Hey, Trish.” Warrick greeted when they reached the reception area. “Tough shift?”
“Yeah. You?”
“Long and hard.” Don answered for him and gave the receptionist a little wink. “Have a nice day.” He placed his arm on Warrick`s waist and guided him out the door.
“You were right, he is walking funny….” Jan observed.
“And you’ll be my witness.”
“For what?”
“I had a bet with Pamela from the administration. She kept insisting that Brown has to be a top.”
Chapter 27