:lol: I was actually counting, and I could have sworn it was actually like ten kids but then...It probably wasn't. We haven't had THAT many threads right?
How About Now
Interrogation room
Speed: *throws guy into chair*
Katie: *opens folder* So we ran your prints. You name's Bill Smith.
Speed: Sounds like a fake name.
Katie: It does? Here let me check this page. *flips page* Ah, okay, here we go. William Hill. You were charged in '99 for assault and battery of a prostitute.
Bill: Those charges were bogus.
Speed: *leans on table* You like to have fun? You like the idea of anonymous sex?
Bill: *lifts brow*
Speed: Maybe you hired your own girls. Maybe, just maybe, you're using them for yourself too.
Bill: ...
Speed: Where'd you meet your first wife?
Bill: What does this have to do with anything?
Speed: I'm just curious what she saw in you.
Bill: We met at a bar.
Speed: A bar.
Bill: Yeah.
Speed: Yeah, because we pulled your record. You were arrested in '89 for assault. You broke your wife's arm. She filed for divorce. In '93, you got married again. By that summer, you were arrested for assault. You broke your wife's nose, and gave her a concussion. In '98 things slowed down for a while. You didn't stay in jail because your second wife claimed she fell down the stairs. She wouldn't put you away. In 2006 you married your third wife. She's been missing for five days.
Bill: ...We separated.
Speed: No. She separated. A shark bit her in half.
Bill: *looks down at table*
Speed: The clothes she was wearing, you made her wear them. You made her pose for your sick pictures.
Katie: Did you know we found your stash of pictures mister Hill?
Bill: That's not mine.
Speed: Sure. Those pictures of scared and tortured women just flew onto your boat.
Bill: Th-those pictures aren't mine. I mean they are, but I didn't take them.
Speed: Where'd you get them?
Bill: My wife works at a modeling studio on South Beach. She brought them over.
Speed: Look at these pictures. These pictures are not studio pictures.
Bill: Most of them are from a travelling studio.
Speed: What the hell is that?
Bill: Agents and their trailer drive across the country trying to find the next big thing in the modeling world. The next star.
Speed: Was your wife part of that?
Bill: For a while.
Speed: *stands up straight*
Katie: Mister Hill, we have evidence that your wife may have been murdered on your boat.
Bill: That's impossible. I've kept it locked, I was in Orlando all of last week.
Speed: Why?
Bill: Business trip. I didn't kill anyone.
Speed: *whispers* I'll be outside. *leaves*
Katie: Excuse us. *leaves*
Hall
Speed: That rope he brought us, it's equivocal.
Katie: Yeah he touched it.
Speed: So even if his skin cells are on the rope, we can't prove a timeline.
Katie: You know what, let me...Let me check into something.
Speed: Sure.
Katie: *smirks* I'll call you when I have something.
Speed: Yeah.
Katie: *walks away*
Layout room
Katie: *walks in* Hey Jess.
Jess: *writing things down* Hey.
Katie: Um, you ever hear of a travelling modeling agency?
Jess: Yeah they had a few of those back in Wyoming a while back. Gosh, it had to have been before I joined you guys.
Katie: Did you ever participate in one?
Jess: ...Uh...Well, sort of.
Katie: Sort of?
Jess: Are you asking me this as a friend or CSI?
Katie: CSI. I need to know this.
Jess: You working on a case?
Katie: *shrugs*
Jess: ...They say they're an agency scouting out beautiful women. When actually, half the girls get there, and they're asked to take off their clothes and pose in front of a fake photographer.
Katie: Yeah I've heard about those....Were you one of those girls?
Jess: Why?
Katie: We found evidence in a boat house, and it has various pictures of girls. They all look pretty uncomfortable.
Jess: And?
Katie: And your picture....Your picture was in that pile.
Jess: *looks down at table* Who else has seen those?
Katie: Just me and Tim.
Jess: It was a long time ago, and I was stupid and I didn't know what was happening.
Katie: This wasn't your fault.
Jess: I should have known better. I mean, half the stuff in there was fake and it didn't seem like the regular modeling studios.
Katie: Our dead woman worked for one of those companies and I think she was a victim of it first.
Jess: How could I possibly help?
Katie: I need you to take a look at some photos.
Lab halls
Horatio: Speed.
Speed: Yeah H.
Horatio: I heard about the pictures.
Speed: Yeah Katie's with Jess now, she's going to try and identify the women in the pictures.
Horatio: How's our suspect?
Speed: He hasn't asked for a lawyer yet.
Horatio: Okay. Did you process the rope?
Speed: Yeah. Skin on the rope was his, but we witnessed him handling the rope without gloves.
Horatio: So our evidence is useless.
Speed: Yeah.
Horatio: Okay here's what I want you to do. Go find Calleigh and tell her to compare the tool marks used to cut both ropes.
Speed: Right, every cut is as unique as a fingerprint.
Horatio: That's what we count on.
Outside interview room
Delko: Hey I came over as fast as I could, is everything alright?
Katie: Jess is involved in the case.
Delko: Is she a suspect?
Katie: No. More like an innocent victim.
Delko: What do you want me to do?
Katie: Help her identify the women in the pictures and see if you can pull any names up.
Delko: Sure.
Katie: Thanks. *walks away* Hey Speed.
Speed: Hey. I'm on my way to find Calleigh, did you talk to Jess?
Katie: She hasn't identified anyone yet, and she says she doesn't know William Hill.
Speed: Okay well she might have just been in the crossfire of this case.
Katie: Probably. Hey did you pick up Holly from school?
Speed: *stops walking*
Katie: You forgot.
Speed: ...I was busy with the case.
Katie: *angry sigh* I'll go pick her up. She's probably standing in the rain.
Speed: Schools don't have doors?
Katie: They're locked after school. *shakes head* Just do your job, I'll go get her. *leaves*
Speed: *looks around*
TBC............
