Disclaimer:
If I owned CI or made any money off of writing fanfic, I'd be able to buy a green dress (but not a real green dress, that's cruel). Alas, I do not in either case.
Author's notes:
This is a choose-your-own-adventure story--sort of. Let me explain.
You know how Goren likes to tack things up on bulletin boards? Off the top of my head, I can think of two episodes where he's done this: "Dead" (he posts the pictures of the victims) and "Bright Boy" (he puts up the various solutions to the Riemann hypothesis)--and there's probably more.
So, this is my thinking: Goren has this bulletin board set up in his office. One day, he comes into work to find something (or some things) posted on his bulletin board that he didn't put there--something that you, beloved reviewers, will suggest. You will review with suggestions for various items and I'll do the rest.
Ready? Here goes (from Goren's POV)...
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"Double homicide--victims were both female and in their twenties, shot once in the back of the head with a .44 calibre pistol," Deakins intoned, holding up a plain brown folder. A sheath of papers and photos fell out onto his lap and he swore, ducking down to gather the scattered items.
Goren raised his eyebrows at Eames, who rolled her eyes slightly. More cursing came from underneath the desk. "Where did the shootings take place?" Goren said loudly.
"At the corner of 6th and 51st street in Manhattan," the desk answered in a muffled grumble. "Ow!"--and another stream of colourful invective came gushing forth. Finally Deakins's tousled head appeared; the captain shoved the folder at them. "Just get out there!"
Eames quickly gathered up the contents and followed Goren out of the office. "You go ahead," she told her partner, "I need to get my bag."
"I'll get our coats," Goren offered as he moved towards the front door.
Nodding, she ducked into the office and fished out her black leather bag from underneath the cluttered desk. She straightened up, slinging the bag over her shoulder--and stared in disbelief at the bulletin board.
"Goren...?" she slowly called, raising her voice. "Come and take a look at this..."
***
Well? What is it? Review with your suggestions...
If I owned CI or made any money off of writing fanfic, I'd be able to buy a green dress (but not a real green dress, that's cruel). Alas, I do not in either case.
Author's notes:
This is a choose-your-own-adventure story--sort of. Let me explain.
You know how Goren likes to tack things up on bulletin boards? Off the top of my head, I can think of two episodes where he's done this: "Dead" (he posts the pictures of the victims) and "Bright Boy" (he puts up the various solutions to the Riemann hypothesis)--and there's probably more.
So, this is my thinking: Goren has this bulletin board set up in his office. One day, he comes into work to find something (or some things) posted on his bulletin board that he didn't put there--something that you, beloved reviewers, will suggest. You will review with suggestions for various items and I'll do the rest.
Ready? Here goes (from Goren's POV)...
***
"Double homicide--victims were both female and in their twenties, shot once in the back of the head with a .44 calibre pistol," Deakins intoned, holding up a plain brown folder. A sheath of papers and photos fell out onto his lap and he swore, ducking down to gather the scattered items.
Goren raised his eyebrows at Eames, who rolled her eyes slightly. More cursing came from underneath the desk. "Where did the shootings take place?" Goren said loudly.
"At the corner of 6th and 51st street in Manhattan," the desk answered in a muffled grumble. "Ow!"--and another stream of colourful invective came gushing forth. Finally Deakins's tousled head appeared; the captain shoved the folder at them. "Just get out there!"
Eames quickly gathered up the contents and followed Goren out of the office. "You go ahead," she told her partner, "I need to get my bag."
"I'll get our coats," Goren offered as he moved towards the front door.
Nodding, she ducked into the office and fished out her black leather bag from underneath the cluttered desk. She straightened up, slinging the bag over her shoulder--and stared in disbelief at the bulletin board.
"Goren...?" she slowly called, raising her voice. "Come and take a look at this..."
***
Well? What is it? Review with your suggestions...