Trying to gather thoughts

[Nick Stokes]

'e sat at 'is desk' t'e wheeled chair squeaked as 'e leaned back in it' fingers ran through 'is dark brown locks as 'e thought of t'e case 'e had just finished

[Greg Sanders]

'e leaned 'gainst t'e inside of t'e door, a file in and. 'e knicked quietly. 'Got a minuet?'

[Nick Stokes]

'e looked up { 'ey Greg yah i got a minute} 'e smiled slightly as 'e turned ''is bod towards 'is collegue' feet were raised and placed on t'e table

[Greg Sanders]

'e went to 'is desk, opening t'e file. 'e pulled out a picture of a teen who had been stabbed to death. 'e put it in front of Nick. 'Look at these stab wounds...T'e wounds looked to be in a star shape

[Nick Stokes]

'eyebrow raised as voids narrowed slightly to get a better look of t'e pic' 'e picked it up looking at t'e wounds { What t'e hxll......} vocals spoke in disbelief' trying to think of what king of weapon would make that wound

[Greg Sanders]

Thats what i was thinking.' 'e picked up a copy of t'e photo, looking at it

[Nick Stokes]

'e concentrated on t'e image trying to think of anything that would make a similar shape

[Greg Sanders]

'It was obviously a big weapon'...'e said after a minuet of thought. A knife, of course...

[Nick Stokes]

Yah .... vocals replied' 'e got a call to go look at a scene { I'll try and fin something for it later for you Greg} 'e walked out

Several hours later a package arived saying Nick Stokes information on t'e package' a webcam adress was held inside t'e package 'long with an audio soundtrack'

[Warrick Brown]

marched in and kicked a chair angrily and spun around and started pacing. he was cursing under his breath as he walked back and forth.