Mistaken Identity Chapter V Part 2B
Titile: Mistaken Identity
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Sara/Sofia eventually
Rating: M for the entire story, PG13 for this chapter
Disclaimer: No, not mine! See the Prologue for the whole thing.
Summery: The investigation at Ely continues
Author's Note: So I know absolutly nothing about computer programing, repair, hacking or analyzing...so yeah this, too, was difficult.
Chapter V Part 2B
An hour passed and Kaylie did her best to ignore what was going on just a few dozen feet away. It was actually easier then she thought it would be. She had her own problem to deal with. A big fat jack ass of a computer that wasn't cooperating with her.
“Hey.”
Kaylie looked up from the computer and was relieved to see that it was Greg the CSI and not Sofia the cop at the door.
“How's it going in here?”
“It's going, not great or quickly, but it's going. Dave, Jerry and I still have a lot to do.”
Greg waggled his eyebrows, obviously amused, “Dave and Jerry?”
She patted the laptop and lifted the PDA she had in her left hand. “Tools of my trade.”
Greg wandered across the carpet and over to one of the chairs in front of the desk. He glanced over his shoulder and then sat down with a sigh, “No rush, Kaylie, we are going to be here the rest of the day and all night and probably into tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” Kaylie sighed, “Me too. This is totally not how I planed to spend my weekend.”
She watched the readout on her PDA and typed one handed. Dave hummed away as it ran through the files.
“What are you doing that's going to take so long?”
She looked up, “Dave is pulling up a digital copy of what the mainframe should look like. When it's pulled I will sync Jerry.” She wiggled the PDA in her hand, “To both computers and it will search for inconsistencies. Or it should at least, I'm running into problems. Probably because of all the alarms and chaos. The system is just freaking out.”
Greg stretch his arms above his head and his legs out in front of him and grunted when something audibly popped, “Freaking out? Is that a technical term?”
“Smart ass.”
She would have said more, but something on the screen caught her attention. She read through the information, but it didn't make any sense. “Okay.”
Greg came around the desk to join her, “What did you find?”
Kaylie abandoned her own equipment and focused on the Warden's computer.
“It's what I'm not finding that's worrying me.” She scowled and quickly typed in a string of commands then another. She attacked the mouse with the same vigor. She alternated back and forth and while he knew his way around computers, Greg had no idea what she was doing. He had skills but the woman beside him was some sort of computer magician.
“None of it is here.” She hit the desk with a clenched fist, “How can it not be here?”
Greg shook his head, “What's not where?”
She sighed and pushed a copper strand of hair out of her face, “The entire system is wiped.”
Greg blinked, “I-um don't follow.”
She tapped in a few more commands, “Something-someone has wiped the entire program. It's like they hit the big factory re-set button.”
Greg ran his hand over his already disheveled hair, “Which program?” Greg asked, knowing enough to be concerned and confused at the same time.
Kaylie paled, “Forget the button, it's a dumb comparison. It's the big program. It's corrupted, the whole enchilada and guacamole!” I can't pull up a single file, not a single name, nothing.”
Greg still didn't follow exactly, “So this is bad?”
She sighed, “Bad doesn't even begin to cover it. This is the princess of all bad shit and shenanigans. This is a prison without a functioning list of it's inmates. I can't pull up prisoner GPS coordinate, security feeds, video, nothing. I mean I have nothing here. Ely went all digital two years ago. We are flying blind.”
Greg's eyebrows flew up, “Someone hacked the prison system?”
“No.” Her face was grim and her fingers stopped moving on the keyboard. “When I say this system is unhackable, I mean it is totally unhackable. There are no outside access points. The internet-enabled system is running off a completely different server and it can't even be accessed from this computer. The Administrative staff were all issued laptops for email and internet use. This is a closed system. It's a fortress, an island, it is untouchable. All the prisons run on closed systems which is why I was hired to travel back and forth to keep them running. There is no remote access point. Whoever did this, whoever destroyed the program not only knew exactly what they were doing, they had to be here to do it.”
“You mean in the prison?”
Kaylie stood, “No, I mean in one of these offices. The computers in the Ad Wing are the only ones that have the ability to load anything to the system the rest are only networked in for use.”
She rested her head in her hands, and let out a long suffering sigh, “My boss is not going to like this.”
Greg sagged against the wall behind the desk and Kaylie's chair. 'Neither is mine.”
Understatement did not even begin to cover it.
Author's Note II - Chapter VI is coming (hopefully) soon!