Here is a breif warning to
those who did not read my previous Story "Puzzle Master" or
those who didn't read the ending of it: This is a sequel of sorts.
It will not be following the same storyline, since that ended in the
last one, but it wil be featuring the same characters. So, lemme clue
ya in:
Elizabeth is Greg's girlfriend.
As of the end of my
previous Story, Susan is Nick's wife.
Summer is Sara and Grissom's
daughter.
Summer, Susan, Lindsay, Beth, and Ellie were all
kidnapped in Puzzle Master, and all but Ellie were rescued. In
otherwords, she's dead.
For those who read Puzzle Master: This takes place almost two years after the kidnapping, in Febuary (kidnapping was in July).
Please read, and please review!
CSI: Eye See You
Chapter One: Murders
Horatio Caine sat at his desk pondering just what the hell was going on. Four murders in as many days, all done in the same fashion. They had a serial killer on their hands, that much was for sure. He leaned back in his chair, and thought of what might be the pattern for the guy. He hadn't really had time to think on it, with a murder occuring every day.
Victim one: Jacklynne Myles.
Female. Fourteen years old. Gun shot wound to the chest. Eyes glued
open. Victim two: Edward "Eddie" Clark. Fourteen
years old. Gun shot Wound to the chest. Eyes glued open. Victim
three: Marie Dibbins. Fourteen years old. Gun shot wound to the
chest. Eyes glued open. Victim four: Mike Dibbins. Fourteen
years old. Marie's Twin. Gun shot wound to the chest. Eyes glued
open.
That was something whoever had done this would tell him himself.
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One week later: Las Vegas
Three cases in one night? This was turning out to be a busy week already. That was what Greg Sanders was thinking as he and Nick Stokes approached the body of a teenage boy. Grissom had interupted the team on break to tell them that they had three calls come in at once. So, out they had gone to check out the scenes. Greg didn't know about everyone else, but they had certainly found a body. The parents of the boy were watching everything that was going on, with blank faces. Greg knew that face. That was the face that meant they had done all the crying they were going to for the night, that meant they were beyond the point of tears alerady. They were angry. Greg wouldn't have wanted to be the guy who'd killed the kid in a million years after seeing that look.
Toby Evans, fourteen, deceased.
"Um, Greg..." said Nick, "Please tell me that his eyes aren't glued open..."
Taking a closer look, Greg replied, "That's what it looks like, Nicky boy. That's what it looks like."
With a sigh, both men started to process the scene. It was going to be a long night.
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"Well...this is strange..." said Sara Sidle, as she and Gil Grissom inspected the body of a young girl. Her eyes were glued open, to all appearences.She looked like she'd been dead for at least a day. "When's the last time you saw something like that done?"
"It's been awhile," said Grissom, kneeling at the body.
"Who found her?"
"Her sister. Parents are both in prison."
So to work they went, collecting what evidence they found before the coroner came to take the body. After that, they continued. At least this was in a rural area, where there wouldn't be many spectators. That was certainly a plus. Sara knelt beside a foot-print in the sand. Size 10 looked like. Boot. Unusual pattern. She snapped a photo of it, and looked for more. There was another shoe print. This one looked like a kid's sneaker.. possibly the vic's. She looked towards Grissom, and saw him turning a small brown glass bottle in his hand. There was print dust on it, and a print, from what she could see. Perhaps it would lead them to their killer. Perhaps not.
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"What have we here?" said Warrick Brown, as he and his wife, Catherine Brown, went over a crime scene. Two teenagers were dead here. A boy and a girl. No more than fourteen. Both shot, both had their eyes glued open. They'd been dead about two days.
"What ya got there, Rick?" Catherine asked, getting to her feet, as she had been knelt next to the spot where the bodies had been. Warrick was looking a few small drops of blood on the ground, that wasn't in the right place to be the victims'...
"Maybe our perp left a little bit of himself behind," said Warrick, "I'll have Hodges run this when we get back to the lab."
"In the meantime, let's finish the scene, the faster we do, the faster we solve this thing..." said Catherine, going back to where she'd been examining the ground for evidence.
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"Well, all of your victims were killed the same way," said Doc Robbins, to his audience of six people. "What happened before their death however, slightly differs. On the girls, I found evidence of sexual abuse, and on the boys, it looks like someone just beat them for the fun of it. As you can see all of their eyes have been glued open, and oddly enough, all of them have green eyes."
"And how old are they?" Nick asked.
"Fourteen, all of them," Doc Robbins anwered. "Toby Evans, Greg and Nick's body, was the most recent one. His TOD was about nine this evening. Mylie Tyson and Greg Meeks, Cath and Warrick's bodies were killed on friday night, most likely. As for Valerie Sandon, Grissom and Sara's vic, she was killed around midnight last night."
"So, all fourteen, all have green eyes, all glued open... We have a serial killer on our hands." said Catherine, "Though it's strange that someone should pick those a standard for victims... Age, sure, but eye color?"
"There have been stanger things, Catherine," said Grissom, "Believe me..."
"Yes," said the Doc, "whatever was put in their eyes for example. It's like an oil or something, probably used to blind them. I sent a sample to trace."
"Griss..." said Sara, "You remember that bottle you found? What was in it?"
"It wasn't labelled, but it smelled like Eucalyptus and Peppermint."
"If that's what was used on these kids," said Greg, "Ouch... You know how much that stuff can burn?"
"all to well," said Nick, "You ever get a bottle full of it splashed in your face, and you'll realize how bad it really hurts, Greg."
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Miami Crime Lab
Calleigh Duquesne sat with her boss, as they discussed posssibilities for the whereabouts of their killer. It had been a week since the last murder, and there were absolutely no leads what so ever to point out who the guy might be. Any fingerprints they had came up unknown, any DNA also came up unknown. It was highly frustrating. Calleigh was about to say something, when Eric Delko interupted.
"I think we just got a lead on our case."
"How's that, Eric?" Calleigh asked, confused.
"Four bodies turned up in Las Vegas last night, murdered same way our vics were."
"Could be a copy cat," Calleigh reminded him. "Why would our perp go all the way to Nevada?"
"Maybe that's what he does," said Horatio, "Maybe he's going to move from city to city."
"It's possible," said Eric, "But then, as Calleigh says, it could be a copy cat."
"Either way, I'm going to get in touch with Catherine Willows, and see if she can give me any information..." said Horatio, leaving the other two alone.
"Does he mean that CSI from Vegas that came here a few years back?" Calleigh asked.
"Think so," Eric replied.
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"Hey Nicky," said Catherine, with a smile and a wave as she walked by him, "How's Susan and the twins?"
"You mean the little nightmares, otherwise known as Jaina and Ryne?" said Nick, "They're fine. Probably terrorizing their mother at the moment."
"Oh, they can't be that bad," Catherine laughed.
"They aren't, most of the time. It's when they don't sleep, and the babysitter lets them have too much sugar."
"Been there," said Cath, "Not with two though." Her phone began ringing, "Well, good luck with the kids, Nicky." She walked away, and answered the phone.
"Brown," she said, having finally gotten to where she could stop using "Willows."
"Oh," said the deep voice from the other side, "I'm sorry, I was trying to reach CSI Catherine Willows."
Catherine recognized the voice, "I go by Brown, now, but this is Catherine."
"I see. This is Horatio Caine, from-"
"Miami PD, right?" Catherine finished for him, remembering now. She'd worked with him before, on a case, when the suspect had fled to Miami.
"Right. I'll get straight to the point, Mrs. Brown... I think the recent murders in Vegas are connected to four that have occurred here."
"How so?" Catherine asked, leaning against a wall. He had her attention at least.
"Four people have been found, girls sexually assaulted, boys beaten. Shot. Eyes glued open. All fourteen, with green eyes. Sound familiar?"
"We have four victims here as well..." said Catherine, confused, "That were killed in the same way... Could it be a copy cat?"
"We've thought of that," Horatio informed her, "And it is possible, but unlikely, as we never released the cause of death to any reporters."
"Well, that puts a damper on that theory... What do you suggest, Mr. Caine?"
"Would your lab accept two guests, while the case is being solved?"
"Possibly," Catherine answered. "Who would you suggest?"
"Myself and Calleigh... You met her when you were here."
"Yeah, I remember. The female equvilant of Greg..."
There was a brief silence on the other end, as if Horatio was trying to decide wether or not to ask what she meant. He settled for saying, "I look forward to working with you again, Mrs. Brown."
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