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Title: Shards of Glass - Chapter 11
Fandom: CSI:Miami
Characters/Pairing: Involves all regular cast members of CSI:Miami. No pairings.
Words: 663
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG
A/N: Beta by drwilltx. Finally! A month later and I have the next chapter ready.
A/N #2: Rebekah Mayers and Bryan Drake are the only characters I own. The rest of the characters do not belong to me, they belong to those who created CSI:Miami.
Shards of Glass
Chapter 11
It was in the Trace Lab that Eric Delko felt he made some of his best, case-breaking discoveries. The tiniest details often came to light after tests had been run and analyses had been performed. Fragments, dust particles, even minute amounts of substances left behind at a crime scene had meant the difference between a criminal walking free and a jail sentence.
A white lab coat covered Delko’s clothing. Mandatory safety glasses and latex gloves further protected him from the numerous harsh chemicals found in the lab. He quietly worked on a small piece of navy fabric that Wolfe had pulled from the window of Rebekah’s SUV. He cut several tiny samples, placing each one inside a glass test tube. Delko then added various reagents to the tubes before placing them into a centrifuge.
Nearby, Wolfe peered into a microscope. He frowned, not happy about what he was seeing.
“All of these fibers that I collected from Rebekah’s vehicle are from her clothes. I haven’t found anything to tie Bryan Drake to the scene.” He moved over to jot down some notes on the evidence envelope that had contained the fibers sitting on the microscope slide.
“I’m waiting on the results for this piece of fabric you found.” Delko replied. The sampling machines whirred behind him. “What about Bryan’s clothing? Did you find anything unusual?”
“No. Not a thing. And I have examined every piece of clothing that we bagged.” Wolfe was surprised. He and Delko both had Bryan Drake pegged as Rebekah’s attacker. “The guy may be a jerk, but I am starting to think he didn’t do it.”
“Well let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” Delko answered. “Did you read Calleigh’s ballistics report?”
“Yeah. The gun I found in the vehicle was registered to Rebekah. The bullet pulled from the concrete pillar was a match to that gun. It verifies Rebekah’s statement to Tripp about firing her gun in self defense.”
Delko nodded. “Any prints?”
“The prints on the gun were Rebekah’s. I dusted the interior and exterior of her SUV, but didn’t find any prints other than hers. Whoever did this had gloves on the entire time.” Wolfe leaned forward on to the desk, impatiently staring at the printer.
As if on command, the printer hummed to life and began churning out a sheet of paper. On it was printed the chemical composition of the substance Delko isolated from the navy fabric.
“Water, hydrochloric acid, dimethyl benzyl ammonium chloride, and polyoxyethylene.” Delko read from the sheet.
“Okay.” Wolfe breathed. His brow furrowed as he stared off into space for several moments. “Sounds like some sort of industrial-strength cleaner.”
Delko went to the computer and began tapping on the keyboard.
“What are you doing?” Wolfe asked.
“Looking up what kind of cleaner this is.” Delko replied, still typing. “Maybe we can tie it to a specific manufacturer, see where it leads us.”
Wolfe walked over to look at the monitor. Two different manufacturers popped up on to the screen, along with a list of products under each one that contained the chemical components Delko had isolated. Wolfe scanned the list. “Bathroom cleaner?”
Delko nodded, reaching for his cell phone.
Horatio answered the call on the second ring. “Horatio.”
“H? I think we just excluded Bryan Drake as a suspect.”
“The evidence?” Horatio asked.
Delko continued, “None of the fibers found in Rebekah’s SUV matched Bryan’s clothing. Neither did the piece of navy fabric.”
“I see.” Horatio replied, “Anything else, Eric?”
“Yeah. I just isolated an industrial-strength bathroom cleaner from that fabric.”
Horatio stopped in his tracks. “Do me a favor, Eric. Crosscheck your list of cleaners with our database and see if any are used in our building.”
“Sure, hang on.” Delko typed on the keyboard. Seconds later, the monitor displayed the database query. "Yeah, one hit. Bright Bowl Low Acidity Disinfectant. H, the lab's janitorial staff uses that disinfectant."
Horatio resumed walking, “Thank you, Eric.” He snapped his phone shut.
Fandom: CSI:Miami
Characters/Pairing: Involves all regular cast members of CSI:Miami. No pairings.
Words: 663
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG
A/N: Beta by drwilltx. Finally! A month later and I have the next chapter ready.
A/N #2: Rebekah Mayers and Bryan Drake are the only characters I own. The rest of the characters do not belong to me, they belong to those who created CSI:Miami.
Shards of Glass
Chapter 11
It was in the Trace Lab that Eric Delko felt he made some of his best, case-breaking discoveries. The tiniest details often came to light after tests had been run and analyses had been performed. Fragments, dust particles, even minute amounts of substances left behind at a crime scene had meant the difference between a criminal walking free and a jail sentence.
A white lab coat covered Delko’s clothing. Mandatory safety glasses and latex gloves further protected him from the numerous harsh chemicals found in the lab. He quietly worked on a small piece of navy fabric that Wolfe had pulled from the window of Rebekah’s SUV. He cut several tiny samples, placing each one inside a glass test tube. Delko then added various reagents to the tubes before placing them into a centrifuge.
Nearby, Wolfe peered into a microscope. He frowned, not happy about what he was seeing.
“All of these fibers that I collected from Rebekah’s vehicle are from her clothes. I haven’t found anything to tie Bryan Drake to the scene.” He moved over to jot down some notes on the evidence envelope that had contained the fibers sitting on the microscope slide.
“I’m waiting on the results for this piece of fabric you found.” Delko replied. The sampling machines whirred behind him. “What about Bryan’s clothing? Did you find anything unusual?”
“No. Not a thing. And I have examined every piece of clothing that we bagged.” Wolfe was surprised. He and Delko both had Bryan Drake pegged as Rebekah’s attacker. “The guy may be a jerk, but I am starting to think he didn’t do it.”
“Well let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” Delko answered. “Did you read Calleigh’s ballistics report?”
“Yeah. The gun I found in the vehicle was registered to Rebekah. The bullet pulled from the concrete pillar was a match to that gun. It verifies Rebekah’s statement to Tripp about firing her gun in self defense.”
Delko nodded. “Any prints?”
“The prints on the gun were Rebekah’s. I dusted the interior and exterior of her SUV, but didn’t find any prints other than hers. Whoever did this had gloves on the entire time.” Wolfe leaned forward on to the desk, impatiently staring at the printer.
As if on command, the printer hummed to life and began churning out a sheet of paper. On it was printed the chemical composition of the substance Delko isolated from the navy fabric.
“Water, hydrochloric acid, dimethyl benzyl ammonium chloride, and polyoxyethylene.” Delko read from the sheet.
“Okay.” Wolfe breathed. His brow furrowed as he stared off into space for several moments. “Sounds like some sort of industrial-strength cleaner.”
Delko went to the computer and began tapping on the keyboard.
“What are you doing?” Wolfe asked.
“Looking up what kind of cleaner this is.” Delko replied, still typing. “Maybe we can tie it to a specific manufacturer, see where it leads us.”
Wolfe walked over to look at the monitor. Two different manufacturers popped up on to the screen, along with a list of products under each one that contained the chemical components Delko had isolated. Wolfe scanned the list. “Bathroom cleaner?”
Delko nodded, reaching for his cell phone.
Horatio answered the call on the second ring. “Horatio.”
“H? I think we just excluded Bryan Drake as a suspect.”
“The evidence?” Horatio asked.
Delko continued, “None of the fibers found in Rebekah’s SUV matched Bryan’s clothing. Neither did the piece of navy fabric.”
“I see.” Horatio replied, “Anything else, Eric?”
“Yeah. I just isolated an industrial-strength bathroom cleaner from that fabric.”
Horatio stopped in his tracks. “Do me a favor, Eric. Crosscheck your list of cleaners with our database and see if any are used in our building.”
“Sure, hang on.” Delko typed on the keyboard. Seconds later, the monitor displayed the database query. "Yeah, one hit. Bright Bowl Low Acidity Disinfectant. H, the lab's janitorial staff uses that disinfectant."
Horatio resumed walking, “Thank you, Eric.” He snapped his phone shut.