08/30/2005 Same Day 9:00AM-9:30AM
"Me? What do you mean 'me'?" Reilly hadn't expected that answer. "Why would you worry about me?"
Lauren wiped at her eyes with the hanky Brass had politely handed her. "Look Reilly, I was jealous of you, but I'm not a total bitch. I couldn't let him hurt you or the baby and he told me he had someone who was watching you and would hurt you if I didn't help him." She paused. "At first John was so nice and he would listen, really listen to me; and he knew all the right things to say to make me feel I had been wronged. I trusted him; then my dad started piecing things together and I just didn't know who to believe anymore. Then when I found out you were pregnant, I knew I couldn't go through with it. But it was too late. I tried to talk him out of taking Nick, but he said it had to be Nick. I don't know why." She said adamantly.
"Who killed Waller?" Brass asked from his place at the door.
"John did. Waller volunteered; he was dying already and he was beginning to get sick and he didn't want to die from cancer stuck in bed the rest of his life. He had the socket wrench on him that John used to kill him. Dad found a note in a book in John's cell during a routine check and he planted the blood and hair from Waller on it and took it to the rec room to confuse the CSI and call everything into question they found concerning the murder of Waller. My father only helped during the jailbreak because of John threatening us; but he wasn't about to let Waller's murder go unsolved even if Waller didn't care. We both stuck to the original plan's story when you brought us in because John still has Nick and can still get to Reilly and any of you if he wants." Lauren said as she felt all her energy seeping away.
She was tired and it was hard admitting to all the things she'd done to Reilly and Nick. It was time to come clean and do the right thing by them. She felt a huge weight lifted as she told them everything she knew.
"Do you know anything that can help us find Nick?" Reilly asked gently.
"All I know is during the original plan we were to meet up today at noon at the Diamond Dust motel off the interstate, but I doubt he will keep that meet under the circumstances."
"Do you know who is helping him?" Brass asked.
"All John told me was he had a sister who'd married a rich guy here in Vegas and she'd get him all the money he needed for us to get out of the state." She replied, sniffling and wiping away the remainder of her tears.
"Do you remember if he told you her name?"
"Ummm… yes – once… God what did he call her?" She tried hard to remember. "Oh, yes - Ally… he called her Ally."
Reilly looked at Brass who nodded and stepped out of the room to make another call.
"You're sure that's the name he used?" Reilly asked her.
"Yes – it's short for Allyson I believe. That's all I know." Lauren said as she grasped Reilly's hands. "You have to believe me. I'm so sorry."
Reilly smiled softly at the other woman. "Okay Lauren – I want you to listen to me very carefully…" Reilly began.
Reilly stepped out of the room to meet with Brass. "She's re-doing her statement." She told him simply.
Brass raised an eyebrow, but wisely decided not to say anything about it. Instead he said, "I just got off the phone with Sara; she's checking to see if Ally and Allyson Monroe-Hendler are the same person."
Before Reilly could say anything, Brass' phone rang in his hand.
"Brass." He replied as he answered it. "Okay – call CSI Warrick Brown and Det. Vega and have them meet me there. I'm leaving now." He ended his call and turned to look at Reilly. "We have a tip from an anonymous caller. Thompson's been spotted at the Three Aces motel off the interstate. I've got patrol rolling. I'll call you." He said to her as he turned and jogged out towards the exit.
Reilly stood there watching Brass take off down the hall, passing Grissom and Catherine coming out of the viewing room next door. Damn, Reilly thought, I forgot they were watching the whole interview with Lauren.
"You okay Reilly?" Catherine asked sensing the tension in the other woman.
"Yeah. I guess. Brass is having Sara check on Ally being possibly Allyson Monroe-Hendler and he's got a tip on Thompson. Someone called in after spotting him."
"Where?" Grissom asked.
"Ummm… the Three Aces motel." Reilly looked between Grissom and Catherine who was smiling. "You know where it is?" Reilly asked her.
"Yes, I do." Catherine said. "Coming Gil?"
"No." Grissom smiled at the two women. "I'll stay here and track down Allyson Monroe-Hendler and you two try and stay out of the line of fire with Brass. And call me." He turned to go into the room with Lauren. "I'm just gonna go over a few more things with Lauren and take care of things with her. And Reilly, no heroics." He smiled at her.
Reilly smiled back as she followed Catherine out of the building and to the parking lot.
Allyson raised her hand and knocked three times on the motel room door and after being invited in she turned the doorknob and slowly walked into the room. The first thing she saw was Nick Stokes bound and gagged sitting in a chair in the middle of the room. She smiled at him, then she found John behind him and she smiled at him.
"Well, looks like this is the right place." She said as she returned her eyes to Nick. "Hello, Nick. My name is Ally and this is my sister Jackie."
Her sister had followed her closely into the room and as Nick watched her step around from behind Ally she saw his eyes move from her to Jackie and then lock on Jackie. She saw first confusion then comprehension and then finally shock and fear all pass over Nick's face. "I see you recognize Jackie, Nick."
Nick looked up at the door when he heard the knock come three times. John spoke from behind Nick to his right and invited the visitors into the room. Nick watched the woman come into the room. She was a pleasant looking petite blonde probably in her mid thirties, but it was the other woman that entered behind her that caught Nick's attention.
At first he was confused and had to think. He felt he should know this other woman. It was after she stepped around the first woman that it hit him. No, no, no… this can't be happening… this wasn't possible. This woman was institutionalized… she couldn't be here. Not here… How?
After he'd joined the Dallas police department he'd followed her whereabouts closely. She'd been arrested and had gotten off if her family would get her the help she needed. Nick knew her family had put her in a mental institution where he thought she still was.
Nick turned back to the first woman, Ally, he thought she'd said. He blinked rapidly and started to squirm in his seat as Thompson jumped up to grip both of his shoulders and hold him in place.
Nick knew who this woman was and there was no way in hell he was going with her. He'd rather spend the rest of his life riding around with the three amigos than to ever spend one second in this woman's company again.
"I see you recognize Jackie, Nick." Ally said as she watched Nick struggle against Thompson's hold on him.
Nick tried to scream through the gag, but it didn't help. He was not doing this; he'd rather die.
"John. I think now would be a good time to send Nick here to naptime heaven." Ally said.
Since John had stayed behind Nick while they'd been waiting, he didn't see the reason why until John approached him in his peripheral vision. Nick turned to see him hand a filled syringe to Ally. Nick didn't like the looks of that at all. No… no way… He began struggling harder against Thompson's hold on him.
"Hold him still Thompson!" Smith yelled at the man as he reached out to hold onto Nick's right side forcing Thompson to take hold of Nick's left side. Together they were able to hold him still long enough for Ally to stab the needle into Nick's right thigh and press the plunger down quickly.
Almost immediately Nick felt his vision graying and he could see everything was becoming blurry. He stopped struggling as he felt his hold on consciousness slipping away. Everything was going black and the last thing he saw before he blacked out completely was the face of Jackie Monroe from when he was nine years old.