Wishing for Someone Else
He didn’t think it would be this easy to find her. He hadn’t even been trying to; he had made a decision not to. He would have tried to find her only if Grissom asked.
He had been certain there would be dozens of fingerprints on the scene that they would never be able to find an owner to. He was right, but they just happened to find her.
Her name had been clearly written beside the time the victim had presumably met with her. Faith still, but not Grissom. Perhaps the name should have made him suspect something, but he never expected it would be so simple to find her.
He should have suspected, but he didn’t. Not before he matched the prints.
He isn’t the one who is supposed to find this. It isn’t any of his business.
A part of him wishes he had never found those prints in the first place, but who knows maybe this will all turn out for the best. It’s just that he can see so many ways for this to turn out bad.
As he steps inside Grissom’s office he wishes he was anywhere else than where he is.