Your Daily Horoscope: You really are tempted to pull out all the stops, to
turn on all the charm and to portray yourself as something that you aren't.
The trouble is, however, that being manipulative really isn't becoming to
you, nor will it get you anywhere. But being persuasive and being ready to
negotiate --- well, that's another story. If you must use your secret
weapons to get what you want out of a certain situation that has been cause
for some consternation these last few days, go ahead. Just don't take
advantage of anyone.
February 05, 2002
You are very much driven by your emotions at this time. When you see your lover -- even when you think of them -- you can't act like a rational person. This extreme behavior might get you in trouble.
Disclaimer: All the people in this story except for Nichol, Chris, Jessica and all the pets are not owned by me. The people above are in fact real people so don't steal them. Nichol is me, Chris is my real life brother and Jessica I made up. My pets are my real pets. Ash is my real life cat who does have five kittens, but their real names are Oddball, Bastet, Garnet, Diego, and Dominic. The komodo dragon is my iguana all the other animals are based off of my other stories so don't steal them either. All other chars in CSI belong to CBS. They are not mine but this story is my idea. I hope you like it and now that all the disclaiming is done you can read what I've got so far. Tomarow ill give you the rest.
Life as a Whole by Nicoma McLean
Sara and Nick were just walking down the hall on their way to the lab for results on their case when Sara brought up, "The new girls coming in today."
Nick smiled, "Bet your happy not to be known as the new girl anymore."
"Think we should catch her before Gil does?" She laughed.
He shook his head with a smirk. "I heard this girl is a little bit wackier then Gil, don't want to mess with her. Besides, why screw up the fun. Gil will take her blood and we can watch her stagger around all day."
Nichol McLean was the new girl reporting to the Las Vague CSI for duty. She had trained her whole life for this, to work on murders and couldn't wait to get started. Being given directions she made her way to Grissom's office where she knocked and rubbed her hands quite taken with emotion, she was nervous. "Come in." she heard a voice say. She opened the door slowly and peeked through the door as if expecting it to be a trap before she stepped inside. She never let her guard down for a second while she shut the door behind herself. It was dark in there, and when she saw the jars all over the office filled with something that used to be alive she shivered. 'Whoever works here is just as crazy as I am. Didn't think that would ever be possible.' she thought.
Gil came up to her and extended a hand for her to shake but she just simply sneered as if she were going to bite it off. It didn't take Gil long for him to realize that she wanted space. "So your Nichol McLean?" The girl nodded her head and looked around like she wasn't even interested in talking to him. "Nichol?"
"What?" she snapped.
"I'm your new boss you know." Gil reminded her.
Nichol took a seat at his desk and explained why she was so touchy. "Sorry but I hate the living, humans at least." She motioned to all the dead animals in jars. "Your collection is quite impressive, but I don't condone the murder of innocents. Animals don't lie, unlike humans."
"You realize that you are a human right?" He asked concerned about his new worker.
"Aye, that's my curse." Her rude tone had a touch of royal manners to it all as if she weren't being rude at all. She sat back in the chair with a sigh and added, "I'm not used to being around living people."
"We share something in common. I prefer the dead to the living as well. That's why I work here." Just like Nichol he motioned to the jars. "Call collecting those my hobby."
"It's your story, tell it any way you like." Nichol said as if words left a rotten taste in her mouth.
Gil just rolled his eyes and thought to himself, 'boy she's not a people person.' Gil handed her a piece of paper and said, "Sign this." She didn't argue and signed it. Oddly enough she pricked her finger and dotted the 'I' with her blood. 'Now I know she has problems.' Gil thought trying to push the shock out of his mind.
"Is that all?" Nichol asked crossing her legs and gave Gil a seductive look.
"No id like to take some blood," He waited for Nichol to ask why but she didn't. She lifted her sleeve up and held out her arm. "Can I ask you something first?" she nodded her head. "Are you taking any medication, or should you be?"
"No, why?" Unsure of why he would ask such a thing she thought he needed to be on some sort of med.
"Your unlike anybody I've ever met." He cleaned off her arm and took out a needle. He watched as Nichol watched the thin metal sink into her arm and didn't flinch once. It looked as if she enjoyed it. "You give blood often?"
"Going on a gallon and a half." She mused with pride. Yet another shock, but this time he remained silent. "I'm psychic, I know what your thinking. You think that I'm some kind of weirdo who just busted out of the loony bin, well let me tell you something," She started to raise her voice but only a little, she was trying to keep some sort of respect for her new boss. "When I was a child I used to get beat so bad that I would bleed for days. Id be so sick from the loss that I would puke out my own stomach acid. Pain has been my only friend through out the years, and I long for death."
"So you are suicidal?" Gil asked taking the needle out of her and placing the blood in the refrigerator.
Nichol shook her head and rubbed her arm where she was stuck. "Not at all. That's a one-way trip to hell. I may be one to enjoy pain during life but I want to go to heaven."
"That doesn't seem like something you would say," Gil smiled.
"How would you know, you haven't known me long enough. Now what's my first assignment?" She spat. She felt dizzy at first when she stood up but shook it off. Gil was going to help her back down but she pushed him away with a grunt. "I'm fine."
Grissom handed her a sheet of paper and explained, "Not only am I your boss I'm also your trainer. We'll be leaving here in an hour for the crime scene. Why don't you just go take a tour around the building and meet me back here in 45?"
Nichol took the paper and read it on her way out, "Sure thing boss." While walking down the halls fast in the art of reading she bumped into somebody and fell flat on her ass. "Watch where your going you bag of flesh," she grunted. Warrick tried to help her back to her feet but before he could Grissom stopped him by pulling him away from Nichol.
"You don't want to do that." Gil suggested before going on his way.
Warrick waited until Nichol got up to ask, "Are you ok?"
"What do you think?" She snapped at him. Suddenly she slapped herself in the face and gave him a warm smile, "Catch you later." She started to walk off getting back to her reading.
"Aren't you going to tell me your name?" Warrick shouted to get her attention.
"Nichol." Then she was gone.
Later Warrick caught up with Gil, his mind flooding with questions about the new girl. "Did you do a background check on that girl?"
"Yes," he answered simply.
"Mind telling me what her story is?"
"During Nichols childhood she was in and out of schools for misbehavior."
"Not surprising."
"She went into the military out of her own request, then she joined the guys football team in high school. She's never been convicted of a crime, doesn't do drugs and has a reputation for getting a job done. Her last job was at a prison where the inmates never misbehaved when she was on duty."
"What about her home life? Know much about that?"
"She has one brother one cat, one lion, one white wolf, a few fish, and a komodo dragon. Her hobbies are studding the after life, the gods of Rome, Egypt and the Greek. She likes to write and draw. Other then that she has no friends-"
"That doesn't surprise me either."
"And she would rather keep it that way. Nichol doesn't care too much for the human race unless they're dead."
"Then we better not expect her to save us if aliens attack."
"This is no joke Warrick, stay away from her. She'll bite your hand off next time you try to touch her."
Warrick stopped in his tracks and asked, "Does she worship the devil?"
"No, she already made that clear. She said she would want to stay out of hell by all means possible. But she is into self-mutilation. She pricked her finger and signed a paper with her own blood."
"And you still hired her?"
"She's the best there is for her age. The girl is only 19."
"NINETEEN!?!"
"She was out of high school at 15. She may act like a rootless killer but she's really intelligent."
Gil smiled just thinking about her and Warrick was cursed with another question, one he found amusing. "You like her don't you."
Gil shrugged with a grin, "She's cute, sexy, smart, likes her personal space, loves working with the law. What's not to like?"
"Ya well keep one thing in mind stud," Warrick smiled, "She bites."
Driving to the crime scene in Grissom's dark blue SUV, Gil was driving and Nichol sat at the passenger side staring out the window at the stars above. The two hadn't spoken a word to one another since they started driving. Nichol broke the silence with a sigh and asked, "Ever wonder if we aren't alone?"
"Nichol your in the CSI, not the X Files." Gil told her.
"But you really have to wonder don't you?" She asked, her eyes now staring into his. "I mean, if not aliens then what about gods."
"Explain."
"Well we cant be the only ones who are right about God. What if were all right, and what if none of us are right. Maybe there is no God. Don't get me wrong, I believe that Jesus was alive, and that he had unexplainable powers to heal but what about the Greeks, the Romans, and the Egyptians? What if their gods were all the sons and daughters of God?"
"You've been reading one too many of those books."
"No I mean it."
"And I mean it too, what are you going to do next, read your horoscope?"
Nichol thought about it for a while then whipped out a small scroll and started reading it aloud. "You really are tempted to pull out all the stops, to turn on all the charm and to portray yourself as something that you aren't. The trouble is, however, that being manipulative really isn't becoming to you, nor will it get you anywhere. But being persuasive and being ready to negotiate --- well, that's another story. If you must use your secret weapons to get what you want out of a certain situation that has been cause for some consternation these last few days, go ahead. Just don't take advantage of anyone." Nichol stopped and read it over and over again to herself.
Gil put the puzzle together for her, "You know those things could be right. This little hard ass thing you're doing, is it all an act?"
Nichol didn't answer his question and read her romance section, "You are very much driven by your emotions at this time. When you see your crush -- even when you think of them -- you can't act like a rational person. This extreme behavior might get you in trouble." Nichol paused, "I don't have a crush, this is bull shit."
"What are you?"
"STRONG LIKE BULL," she laughed showing her muscles in her arms. The two laughed for a second and she said, "I really don't believe horoscopes, it's just something to read and see if it's all true. They get it right about 60% of the time. When I write stories they always come true. Its as if my stories were written in the stars before I wrote them."
"That thing about being rational, its true, you haven't been acting at all rational."
"I'm rational."
"You almost bit off Warrick's head when he bumped into you today."
"It might not have been rational but I was being myself."
"I get a feeling that you're not like other people."
"That's because I'm not."
"Well it's going to be awhile before we arrive at the scene. Feel free to talk about it and get it off your chest."
"I can read minds, among other things."
Gil laughed, "Prove it."
Nichol shook her head and laughed under her breath, "You were right you know, back in the office. I'm not a people person and yes I do have problems."
"I never s-"
"But you thought it," Nichol tapped on her head, "I can hear what your thinking as if your really saying it."
Now he believed her, how could she have known he was thinking that? Or she might have just read the signs on her face. "All the time?"
"Only when I want to." she pulled out a pen and instructed, "Think of a number, any number, and ill jot it down."
Gil just thought, 'then I wont think of a number.'
"You have to." Nichol replied. Gil swerved nearly off the road and Nichol held on tight to her seat. "IS YOU CRAZY? YOU ALMOST GOT US KILLED!"
'666, like the devil I think you are if you get it right' he thought starting to quiver in fear.
"I'm not the devil, but if its 666 then its 666." Gil swerved again but this time he pulled over.
Nichol held her breath, afraid that if he kept driving she was going to die. Gil stared her in the eyes, "Your able to read minds."
"Aye, that's why I took this job. It would be a walk in the park. All I have to do is read the minds of the suspects and see what they did when they did it, why and with what." Nichol leaned back because she felt crowded now, as if she needed more space between her and Gil.
"You're going to put me out of business," he smiled.
"That's a motivation to kill somebody," She whimpered, "I've heard the men in prison think about it before."
"Why kill somebody with a gift, one that cant be explained." he exclaimed. "Where did you get them?"
"I always used to think my mom was crazy because she told me Anubis was my dad but after I started hearing the voices I stopped questioning her about it."
"Anubis is real?"
"My mom was crazy so I'm not quite sure, I have never seen him. I need some sort of proof. I'm weird like that. I'm not much for words, if you want to prove something to me you have to show me not tell me."
"I agree with you on that one." Gil said finally pulling back onto the street. "Just so we don't get killed tonight don't tell me anything else until we get where we need to be."
"Agreed." Nichol said tightening her seat belt to the point that it was cutting off her circulation.
Arriving at the crime scene there was blood just about everywhere and the body was not yet found. With seven pints of blood found and the average person containing eight pints it was clear the person who the blood belonged to was dead. Nichol muttered, "This is not good. I don't want to go into this guys mind, I don't want to hurt myself like that."
"What?" Gil started collecting samples of blood and handed Nicoma a camera to take pictures.
Taking a few shots she explained. "When I hear good thoughts I feel good. I get some weird tingly feeling inside, kinda like when you fall in love." She shuttered and went on, "But when someone's feelings and thoughts are full of rage and hate I feel as if somebody is gutting me like a fish. I hurt all over and the pain lasts throughout the following day. My gift as you call it comes with a price."
"But its worth it right? Otherwise you wouldn't still be using it, and working in this profession."
"I like bringing people to justice. When I worked in the prison half of the guys there were innocent. Next time I visit I want to see more bad guys then ones who were just at the wrong place at the wrong time."
"That's what the CSI are for, we never let the innocent go to jail. But sometimes the bad guys do get away."
"I've never let that happen before."
"Sometimes you have no choice. One time a plane full of people killed this one guy and they all got away with it."
"That sucks."
"The only ones who were innocent were the two people having sex in the bathroom, the blind man and the little girl." Gil stood up placing the blood samples in his bag and continued on. "Lets move to the bed room." Nichol took a few more pictures then followed him up the stairs. When first seeing the halls Nichol thought that it might not be all that bad. They were all clean, so the body couldn't have been taken up or down the stairs. Gil opened the door to the master bedroom and there Nichol stood frozen, horrified at the sight. The once white walls of the room were now spotted with red from top to bottom and the carpet that was cream colored was now painted with thick fresh blood.
Nichol took a few steps back, "I can't go in there. Its all fresh."
"We have to go in there, that's where the evidence is."
"No you don't understand. Whoever was killed here was killed here not to long ago. And if I step into a room of fresh murder I feel it. It almost killed me once."
"Are you just saying that so you don't have to go in there?"
"Do I look like somebody who would lie about a thing like that? This guy who killed these people is going to pay."
"People, as in more then one?"
"Five to be exact."
"What are they?"
"All female." she stated in a faint voice. "They were all female, all killed at this house, all but one is still in this house. I can feel it. Their bodies rotting away."
"Where?" Gil asked. Nichol shook her head backing away. "Nichol if you know where these people are just tell me, you don't have to find them yourself."
Nichol pointed to the floor. "You'll find a door under that rug." Then she turned around to face the wall. Gil stared at the rug for a moment, not wanting to go over and see if she was right. "I'll be outside," Nichol announced leaving him all alone. "Or it'll hurt when you find them."
She waited outside, sitting on the hood of the SUV. She stared up at the stars, her eyes full of pain. "What have I gotten myself into?" While she waited she thought about what was going to happen. She felt the presence of four dead people in there, where was the fifth? This was going to take awhile, and she was going to do allot of suffering for it. Again she took out her Horoscope and read the first few lines again so she could put it all together. "You really are tempted to pull out all the stops, to turn on all the charm and to portray yourself as something that you aren't . . . . . Ok so I'm being nice but I shouldn't act that way. The trouble is, however, that being manipulative really isn't becoming to you, nor will it get you anywhere. But being persuasive and being ready to negotiate . . .. I should stop being manipulative and try to negotiate something. Well that's going to come in handy soon." When she saw Gil come outside she jumped to her feet and off the car. "You find them?"
Gil didn't answer her, "Get in the car." He didn't look like he was in the mood to do any talking. He looked disturbed and somewhat livid.
"What's wrong?" Nichol asked jumping into her seat and clipped her seat belt. "You found them right? Just like I said."
"Aye I found them," Gil barked like he was ready to do some killing of his own. "You want to know who they all were?"
"You know them?"
"Knew, past thence."
"Damn that's harsh." Nichol held on as Gil spun out of the driveway.
"I'm assigning Nick and Sara to help us with this case, because if I find that son of a bitch that did this I'm going to kill him."
"Will you slow down," Nichol held onto the armrest. She was freaking out, "Gil slow down, you just ran a stop sign, you going to get us pulled over."
"I don't care," he made a very sharp turn and it threw Nichol into her door.
"Griss you really need to calm down. Do you want me to drive?" Another sharp turn sent her into the armrest. "GOD DAMNIT GIL THIS IS REALLY STARTING TO HURT!"
"Lets see how you feel when you find out four people you know are dead and another is still out there most likely being killed right now."
"Slow down or you're going to miss the turn." Tires screeched as Gil made yet another deadly sharp turn. "Can I drive?"
"NO!"
Moments later the two arrive back at CSI headquarters and Nichol jumped out of the car as soon as it stopped. She took one long deep breath and said, "Thank god I'm still alive."
Gil stormed into the building calling after her, "Don't lack behind Nichol."
In the lab Nick and Sara where just finishing their case. Warrick rushed in, "Guys you had better go and hide. Gils not in a good mood and he's looking for both of you."
"What happened?" Sara asked.
"Nichol told me he found a few of his old friends dead. One of them is still missing and now that you're off your case he's going to make you help in his."
To be continued
February 05, 2002
You are very much driven by your emotions at this time. When you see your lover -- even when you think of them -- you can't act like a rational person. This extreme behavior might get you in trouble.
Disclaimer: All the people in this story except for Nichol, Chris, Jessica and all the pets are not owned by me. The people above are in fact real people so don't steal them. Nichol is me, Chris is my real life brother and Jessica I made up. My pets are my real pets. Ash is my real life cat who does have five kittens, but their real names are Oddball, Bastet, Garnet, Diego, and Dominic. The komodo dragon is my iguana all the other animals are based off of my other stories so don't steal them either. All other chars in CSI belong to CBS. They are not mine but this story is my idea. I hope you like it and now that all the disclaiming is done you can read what I've got so far. Tomarow ill give you the rest.
Life as a Whole by Nicoma McLean
Sara and Nick were just walking down the hall on their way to the lab for results on their case when Sara brought up, "The new girls coming in today."
Nick smiled, "Bet your happy not to be known as the new girl anymore."
"Think we should catch her before Gil does?" She laughed.
He shook his head with a smirk. "I heard this girl is a little bit wackier then Gil, don't want to mess with her. Besides, why screw up the fun. Gil will take her blood and we can watch her stagger around all day."
Nichol McLean was the new girl reporting to the Las Vague CSI for duty. She had trained her whole life for this, to work on murders and couldn't wait to get started. Being given directions she made her way to Grissom's office where she knocked and rubbed her hands quite taken with emotion, she was nervous. "Come in." she heard a voice say. She opened the door slowly and peeked through the door as if expecting it to be a trap before she stepped inside. She never let her guard down for a second while she shut the door behind herself. It was dark in there, and when she saw the jars all over the office filled with something that used to be alive she shivered. 'Whoever works here is just as crazy as I am. Didn't think that would ever be possible.' she thought.
Gil came up to her and extended a hand for her to shake but she just simply sneered as if she were going to bite it off. It didn't take Gil long for him to realize that she wanted space. "So your Nichol McLean?" The girl nodded her head and looked around like she wasn't even interested in talking to him. "Nichol?"
"What?" she snapped.
"I'm your new boss you know." Gil reminded her.
Nichol took a seat at his desk and explained why she was so touchy. "Sorry but I hate the living, humans at least." She motioned to all the dead animals in jars. "Your collection is quite impressive, but I don't condone the murder of innocents. Animals don't lie, unlike humans."
"You realize that you are a human right?" He asked concerned about his new worker.
"Aye, that's my curse." Her rude tone had a touch of royal manners to it all as if she weren't being rude at all. She sat back in the chair with a sigh and added, "I'm not used to being around living people."
"We share something in common. I prefer the dead to the living as well. That's why I work here." Just like Nichol he motioned to the jars. "Call collecting those my hobby."
"It's your story, tell it any way you like." Nichol said as if words left a rotten taste in her mouth.
Gil just rolled his eyes and thought to himself, 'boy she's not a people person.' Gil handed her a piece of paper and said, "Sign this." She didn't argue and signed it. Oddly enough she pricked her finger and dotted the 'I' with her blood. 'Now I know she has problems.' Gil thought trying to push the shock out of his mind.
"Is that all?" Nichol asked crossing her legs and gave Gil a seductive look.
"No id like to take some blood," He waited for Nichol to ask why but she didn't. She lifted her sleeve up and held out her arm. "Can I ask you something first?" she nodded her head. "Are you taking any medication, or should you be?"
"No, why?" Unsure of why he would ask such a thing she thought he needed to be on some sort of med.
"Your unlike anybody I've ever met." He cleaned off her arm and took out a needle. He watched as Nichol watched the thin metal sink into her arm and didn't flinch once. It looked as if she enjoyed it. "You give blood often?"
"Going on a gallon and a half." She mused with pride. Yet another shock, but this time he remained silent. "I'm psychic, I know what your thinking. You think that I'm some kind of weirdo who just busted out of the loony bin, well let me tell you something," She started to raise her voice but only a little, she was trying to keep some sort of respect for her new boss. "When I was a child I used to get beat so bad that I would bleed for days. Id be so sick from the loss that I would puke out my own stomach acid. Pain has been my only friend through out the years, and I long for death."
"So you are suicidal?" Gil asked taking the needle out of her and placing the blood in the refrigerator.
Nichol shook her head and rubbed her arm where she was stuck. "Not at all. That's a one-way trip to hell. I may be one to enjoy pain during life but I want to go to heaven."
"That doesn't seem like something you would say," Gil smiled.
"How would you know, you haven't known me long enough. Now what's my first assignment?" She spat. She felt dizzy at first when she stood up but shook it off. Gil was going to help her back down but she pushed him away with a grunt. "I'm fine."
Grissom handed her a sheet of paper and explained, "Not only am I your boss I'm also your trainer. We'll be leaving here in an hour for the crime scene. Why don't you just go take a tour around the building and meet me back here in 45?"
Nichol took the paper and read it on her way out, "Sure thing boss." While walking down the halls fast in the art of reading she bumped into somebody and fell flat on her ass. "Watch where your going you bag of flesh," she grunted. Warrick tried to help her back to her feet but before he could Grissom stopped him by pulling him away from Nichol.
"You don't want to do that." Gil suggested before going on his way.
Warrick waited until Nichol got up to ask, "Are you ok?"
"What do you think?" She snapped at him. Suddenly she slapped herself in the face and gave him a warm smile, "Catch you later." She started to walk off getting back to her reading.
"Aren't you going to tell me your name?" Warrick shouted to get her attention.
"Nichol." Then she was gone.
Later Warrick caught up with Gil, his mind flooding with questions about the new girl. "Did you do a background check on that girl?"
"Yes," he answered simply.
"Mind telling me what her story is?"
"During Nichols childhood she was in and out of schools for misbehavior."
"Not surprising."
"She went into the military out of her own request, then she joined the guys football team in high school. She's never been convicted of a crime, doesn't do drugs and has a reputation for getting a job done. Her last job was at a prison where the inmates never misbehaved when she was on duty."
"What about her home life? Know much about that?"
"She has one brother one cat, one lion, one white wolf, a few fish, and a komodo dragon. Her hobbies are studding the after life, the gods of Rome, Egypt and the Greek. She likes to write and draw. Other then that she has no friends-"
"That doesn't surprise me either."
"And she would rather keep it that way. Nichol doesn't care too much for the human race unless they're dead."
"Then we better not expect her to save us if aliens attack."
"This is no joke Warrick, stay away from her. She'll bite your hand off next time you try to touch her."
Warrick stopped in his tracks and asked, "Does she worship the devil?"
"No, she already made that clear. She said she would want to stay out of hell by all means possible. But she is into self-mutilation. She pricked her finger and signed a paper with her own blood."
"And you still hired her?"
"She's the best there is for her age. The girl is only 19."
"NINETEEN!?!"
"She was out of high school at 15. She may act like a rootless killer but she's really intelligent."
Gil smiled just thinking about her and Warrick was cursed with another question, one he found amusing. "You like her don't you."
Gil shrugged with a grin, "She's cute, sexy, smart, likes her personal space, loves working with the law. What's not to like?"
"Ya well keep one thing in mind stud," Warrick smiled, "She bites."
Driving to the crime scene in Grissom's dark blue SUV, Gil was driving and Nichol sat at the passenger side staring out the window at the stars above. The two hadn't spoken a word to one another since they started driving. Nichol broke the silence with a sigh and asked, "Ever wonder if we aren't alone?"
"Nichol your in the CSI, not the X Files." Gil told her.
"But you really have to wonder don't you?" She asked, her eyes now staring into his. "I mean, if not aliens then what about gods."
"Explain."
"Well we cant be the only ones who are right about God. What if were all right, and what if none of us are right. Maybe there is no God. Don't get me wrong, I believe that Jesus was alive, and that he had unexplainable powers to heal but what about the Greeks, the Romans, and the Egyptians? What if their gods were all the sons and daughters of God?"
"You've been reading one too many of those books."
"No I mean it."
"And I mean it too, what are you going to do next, read your horoscope?"
Nichol thought about it for a while then whipped out a small scroll and started reading it aloud. "You really are tempted to pull out all the stops, to turn on all the charm and to portray yourself as something that you aren't. The trouble is, however, that being manipulative really isn't becoming to you, nor will it get you anywhere. But being persuasive and being ready to negotiate --- well, that's another story. If you must use your secret weapons to get what you want out of a certain situation that has been cause for some consternation these last few days, go ahead. Just don't take advantage of anyone." Nichol stopped and read it over and over again to herself.
Gil put the puzzle together for her, "You know those things could be right. This little hard ass thing you're doing, is it all an act?"
Nichol didn't answer his question and read her romance section, "You are very much driven by your emotions at this time. When you see your crush -- even when you think of them -- you can't act like a rational person. This extreme behavior might get you in trouble." Nichol paused, "I don't have a crush, this is bull shit."
"What are you?"
"STRONG LIKE BULL," she laughed showing her muscles in her arms. The two laughed for a second and she said, "I really don't believe horoscopes, it's just something to read and see if it's all true. They get it right about 60% of the time. When I write stories they always come true. Its as if my stories were written in the stars before I wrote them."
"That thing about being rational, its true, you haven't been acting at all rational."
"I'm rational."
"You almost bit off Warrick's head when he bumped into you today."
"It might not have been rational but I was being myself."
"I get a feeling that you're not like other people."
"That's because I'm not."
"Well it's going to be awhile before we arrive at the scene. Feel free to talk about it and get it off your chest."
"I can read minds, among other things."
Gil laughed, "Prove it."
Nichol shook her head and laughed under her breath, "You were right you know, back in the office. I'm not a people person and yes I do have problems."
"I never s-"
"But you thought it," Nichol tapped on her head, "I can hear what your thinking as if your really saying it."
Now he believed her, how could she have known he was thinking that? Or she might have just read the signs on her face. "All the time?"
"Only when I want to." she pulled out a pen and instructed, "Think of a number, any number, and ill jot it down."
Gil just thought, 'then I wont think of a number.'
"You have to." Nichol replied. Gil swerved nearly off the road and Nichol held on tight to her seat. "IS YOU CRAZY? YOU ALMOST GOT US KILLED!"
'666, like the devil I think you are if you get it right' he thought starting to quiver in fear.
"I'm not the devil, but if its 666 then its 666." Gil swerved again but this time he pulled over.
Nichol held her breath, afraid that if he kept driving she was going to die. Gil stared her in the eyes, "Your able to read minds."
"Aye, that's why I took this job. It would be a walk in the park. All I have to do is read the minds of the suspects and see what they did when they did it, why and with what." Nichol leaned back because she felt crowded now, as if she needed more space between her and Gil.
"You're going to put me out of business," he smiled.
"That's a motivation to kill somebody," She whimpered, "I've heard the men in prison think about it before."
"Why kill somebody with a gift, one that cant be explained." he exclaimed. "Where did you get them?"
"I always used to think my mom was crazy because she told me Anubis was my dad but after I started hearing the voices I stopped questioning her about it."
"Anubis is real?"
"My mom was crazy so I'm not quite sure, I have never seen him. I need some sort of proof. I'm weird like that. I'm not much for words, if you want to prove something to me you have to show me not tell me."
"I agree with you on that one." Gil said finally pulling back onto the street. "Just so we don't get killed tonight don't tell me anything else until we get where we need to be."
"Agreed." Nichol said tightening her seat belt to the point that it was cutting off her circulation.
Arriving at the crime scene there was blood just about everywhere and the body was not yet found. With seven pints of blood found and the average person containing eight pints it was clear the person who the blood belonged to was dead. Nichol muttered, "This is not good. I don't want to go into this guys mind, I don't want to hurt myself like that."
"What?" Gil started collecting samples of blood and handed Nicoma a camera to take pictures.
Taking a few shots she explained. "When I hear good thoughts I feel good. I get some weird tingly feeling inside, kinda like when you fall in love." She shuttered and went on, "But when someone's feelings and thoughts are full of rage and hate I feel as if somebody is gutting me like a fish. I hurt all over and the pain lasts throughout the following day. My gift as you call it comes with a price."
"But its worth it right? Otherwise you wouldn't still be using it, and working in this profession."
"I like bringing people to justice. When I worked in the prison half of the guys there were innocent. Next time I visit I want to see more bad guys then ones who were just at the wrong place at the wrong time."
"That's what the CSI are for, we never let the innocent go to jail. But sometimes the bad guys do get away."
"I've never let that happen before."
"Sometimes you have no choice. One time a plane full of people killed this one guy and they all got away with it."
"That sucks."
"The only ones who were innocent were the two people having sex in the bathroom, the blind man and the little girl." Gil stood up placing the blood samples in his bag and continued on. "Lets move to the bed room." Nichol took a few more pictures then followed him up the stairs. When first seeing the halls Nichol thought that it might not be all that bad. They were all clean, so the body couldn't have been taken up or down the stairs. Gil opened the door to the master bedroom and there Nichol stood frozen, horrified at the sight. The once white walls of the room were now spotted with red from top to bottom and the carpet that was cream colored was now painted with thick fresh blood.
Nichol took a few steps back, "I can't go in there. Its all fresh."
"We have to go in there, that's where the evidence is."
"No you don't understand. Whoever was killed here was killed here not to long ago. And if I step into a room of fresh murder I feel it. It almost killed me once."
"Are you just saying that so you don't have to go in there?"
"Do I look like somebody who would lie about a thing like that? This guy who killed these people is going to pay."
"People, as in more then one?"
"Five to be exact."
"What are they?"
"All female." she stated in a faint voice. "They were all female, all killed at this house, all but one is still in this house. I can feel it. Their bodies rotting away."
"Where?" Gil asked. Nichol shook her head backing away. "Nichol if you know where these people are just tell me, you don't have to find them yourself."
Nichol pointed to the floor. "You'll find a door under that rug." Then she turned around to face the wall. Gil stared at the rug for a moment, not wanting to go over and see if she was right. "I'll be outside," Nichol announced leaving him all alone. "Or it'll hurt when you find them."
She waited outside, sitting on the hood of the SUV. She stared up at the stars, her eyes full of pain. "What have I gotten myself into?" While she waited she thought about what was going to happen. She felt the presence of four dead people in there, where was the fifth? This was going to take awhile, and she was going to do allot of suffering for it. Again she took out her Horoscope and read the first few lines again so she could put it all together. "You really are tempted to pull out all the stops, to turn on all the charm and to portray yourself as something that you aren't . . . . . Ok so I'm being nice but I shouldn't act that way. The trouble is, however, that being manipulative really isn't becoming to you, nor will it get you anywhere. But being persuasive and being ready to negotiate . . .. I should stop being manipulative and try to negotiate something. Well that's going to come in handy soon." When she saw Gil come outside she jumped to her feet and off the car. "You find them?"
Gil didn't answer her, "Get in the car." He didn't look like he was in the mood to do any talking. He looked disturbed and somewhat livid.
"What's wrong?" Nichol asked jumping into her seat and clipped her seat belt. "You found them right? Just like I said."
"Aye I found them," Gil barked like he was ready to do some killing of his own. "You want to know who they all were?"
"You know them?"
"Knew, past thence."
"Damn that's harsh." Nichol held on as Gil spun out of the driveway.
"I'm assigning Nick and Sara to help us with this case, because if I find that son of a bitch that did this I'm going to kill him."
"Will you slow down," Nichol held onto the armrest. She was freaking out, "Gil slow down, you just ran a stop sign, you going to get us pulled over."
"I don't care," he made a very sharp turn and it threw Nichol into her door.
"Griss you really need to calm down. Do you want me to drive?" Another sharp turn sent her into the armrest. "GOD DAMNIT GIL THIS IS REALLY STARTING TO HURT!"
"Lets see how you feel when you find out four people you know are dead and another is still out there most likely being killed right now."
"Slow down or you're going to miss the turn." Tires screeched as Gil made yet another deadly sharp turn. "Can I drive?"
"NO!"
Moments later the two arrive back at CSI headquarters and Nichol jumped out of the car as soon as it stopped. She took one long deep breath and said, "Thank god I'm still alive."
Gil stormed into the building calling after her, "Don't lack behind Nichol."
In the lab Nick and Sara where just finishing their case. Warrick rushed in, "Guys you had better go and hide. Gils not in a good mood and he's looking for both of you."
"What happened?" Sara asked.
"Nichol told me he found a few of his old friends dead. One of them is still missing and now that you're off your case he's going to make you help in his."
To be continued