Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck. Wish I did, but I don't.
I scan through the evidence list I've complied with my notebook. I look up and examine the building schematic, a representation of what appears to be a 4000 square foot building with large rooms. There are several possibilities for the murder weapon. I've ruled out most of them early on in the investigation, narrowing it down to blunt force trauma.
I sneak a glance at my fellow investigators. We're certainly not a team, because they all have their own agendas.
There's five of them, all of them with their little quirks. Like the guy at my ten o'clock. Scary intense! Not that I'm blasé, but him, wow. I said something about secret passages and off he went! Granted, I may have been a little snarky in the way I said it but did it really deserve a five minute monologue on the history of such things? How panic rooms and bolt holes have been around for as long as there has been kidnapping? This is a murder investigation not a kidnapping, but oh, no he couldn't be swayed!
Let's not forget those two, with their model good looks and ease of manner. Not exactly what I've seen before during these types of investigations. Usually, the investigators are fat, old and bitter. These two should have their own TV show, maybe something like that old show with the guy that went on to be James Bond. What was his name? Regardless, they definitely have an agenda. I mean, WTH? What purpose did it serve for her to block my way into the study? And him! I know when I questioned him about the old woman, somehow he misled me. Took me awhile to get the timing down but I got it. HA!
The Asian. Not sure what's going on there. Don't want to stereotype but yeah, there's some deep motives going on there. She had an alibi for the ex-military officer and helped me eliminate a couple of locations. I paid her back by proving that the length of cord was not really not relevant to her theory. She took it well, but I could see the shock in her eyes as her pet theory collapsed on the face of physical evidence. That was funny, popping her balloon!
Crap. McDreamy over there caught me looking. I'm trying to stay focused on the investigation but those brown eyes of his....get a grip, Walker! Get in the game! Still, his boyish charm did help me sift through a lot of the locations quickly. Is that a crumb on his shirt? I know that's a crumb. Should I brush it off? Focus!!!
Ok, let's run through this one more time before I open my mouth. The ex-military guy, the housekeeper, the guy with Liberace fashion sense and the preacher (not sure what denomination he is, but it's obvious that ego plays a part) all have alibis. That leaves the slutty brunette (what the hell is the fascination with brunettes!) and the upper crust old woman that Mr. Male Model somehow misled me about.
Definitely blunt force trauma. No doubt in my mind. And that parquet floor in the ballroom was a dead giveaway, no pun intended.
What to do, what to do? Dammit, I looked at him again...geez. I'm like a dog, constantly being distracted by rabbits! Fluffy McDreamy? Where the hell did that come from? I think the pressure is getting to me. Focus!
Ok, do I roll the dice or do I make my move? Why are they looking at me? They're like a pack of wolves with those stares. No choice. I'm a trained CIA agent. They're police procedural alphabet soup wannabes. I've mastered the art of killing, investigation is just the obverse of it. I just know it's the slut.
"I accuse Ms. Scarlett in the Ballroom with the iron pipe"
They're stunned cuz I'm right. Slutty brown haired ho in red, ha! I win!
Oh, additional disclaimer. I don't own Clue, Parker Brothers or Hasbro