Author's Notes: This is my first story on fanfiction... ever! I'll take
constructive criticism, but please, no flames. There's a big difference.
Thank you for popping in to read it!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters on the show; ABC does. I am also not getting any money off of this.
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Warrick stepped over the yellow tape and walked up to Grissom who was kneeling over a half-naked woman.
"What do we have here, besides the obvious?"
Grissom sighed without looking up. "From what I can tell, she's been here for only a few hours. No signs of rotting or maggots yet."
Warrick skimmed the area around her. "No blood. She was stabbed and hit upside the head in another area and dropped here. Somewhere we have another crime scene."
"Probably...." Something by the body caught Grissom's eye. He reached into his kit and pulled out a pair of tweezers. He picked up a piece of chocolate.
Grissom looked up at Warrick. "Someone has a sweet tooth."
Grissom carefully took out the piece of chocolate and poured a liquid, plastic substance onto it. He waited for it to harden. He pulled it off of the chocolate which revealed a bite mark on the hardened plastic. He walked down the hall to see Greg.
"Greg...Greg."
He was jamming to Linkin Park and couldn't hear him. Grissom turned off the radio.
"I know this sounds strange but, I need you to work. See if you can find out whom this bite mark belongs to."
Greg dropped his earphones on the floor and grabbed the chocolate. "Right away. I'll let you know what I find out."
"I'll be waiting. Call me."
Grissom walked through the steel doors to find Albert, the coroner, finishing up on the body.
"What do you have for me?"
Albert replaced his old, bloody gloves with new ones and joined Grissom in front of the body. He pulled the cover down to show the upper part of the body. "Well, it's obvious that she has multiple stab wounds all over her body. The incisions are small so he jammed it in and out very quickly. Judging by the wound, he stabbed her in the heart last."
Grissom walked around to the other side to get a better view of the wound. "Maybe she broke his heart, so he broke hers."
Albert pointed to the head. "He could've stopped there. That was fatal enough. He proceeded to hit her with a blunt object in the head.
"Maybe he wanted to make sure he got the job done. But which one actually killed her?"
"Neither."
"What?"
"Just what I said, the stab wounds and blow to the head appear to be for fun."
Albert reached over and grabbed a piece of paper off of the table.
"The tox report states that she had a small dose of cyanide in her system. It killed her instantly so he could do whatever he wanted after that."
Grissom looked over at him, "Death by chocolate."
Greg met Grissom at the door. "I've been looking for you."
"I had a date with the coroner," Grissom replied.
Greg motioned for him to follow him. "The bite marks match a Samantha Bower."
"That explains how she died. He poisoned the candy and forced her to eat it."
"So I suppose you already know what killed her?" Greg looked disappointed.
Grissom smiled. "Always one step ahead of you."
He leaned his head into the room where Catherine and Warrick were eating their lunch. "The party is over. We have to visit another murder scene. We could use your help on this, Catherine."
She threw the remaining part of her sandwich in the trash. "I was finished anyway."
They stood over the dead woman. Warrick noticed the wounds, "Same as the first murder. He's definitely following a pattern. He leaves nothing but the body--no evidence."
Grissom put on a pair of latex gloves and picked up a small box. "Oh, I wouldn't say that. Perhaps he was hungrier this time? Hungry people leave prints."
"An empty box of chocolates? Priceless!" Warrick exclaimed.
"Warrick, you and Catherine visit all the candy stores in the area that sell Brewer Chocolates. I'll take this back to the lab and dust for prints."
They walked towards Catherine's car. "Good, I can finish up my lunch. I'm love cream-filled chocolates," she said happily.
Warrick shook his head and laughed. "Only you would say that."
They had been to all of the candy stores in the areas. They walked into the last one. An old man with a friendly smile was standing behind the counter. "What can I do for you, folks?"
Warrick skimmed the shelves above him while Catherine looked in the enclosed cases. "Do you happen to sell Brewer chocolates?"
The man smiled. "Oh, I see, a special lady, eh?"
Warrick flashed his badge. "I wish. Why would you say it's for a special lady?"
The old man pointed to the shelf that held the candy. "It's a special brand-very expensive. You have to be special to receive this candy."
Catherine also flashed her badge and cited her name and rank. "Do you remember if anyone bought any in the last fifteen days?"
The man tapped his forehead. "Well, my memory isn't what it used to be, but I remember this guy. He had a weird look in his eyes. I asked him the same question as I asked you and he smiled and said, 'very special. They would die for this candy'. He was very creepy. He paid for the three boxes with a hundred dollar bill."
Warrick jerked his head towards the man. "Did you say three boxes?"
The man nodded his head. "Yeah...come to think of it, the hundred looked funny. I took it to the bank and had them check it. There is a lot of counterfeit money circulating in the area right now. You can never be too careful."
They quickly thanked him and headed for the car.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters on the show; ABC does. I am also not getting any money off of this.
~*~
Warrick stepped over the yellow tape and walked up to Grissom who was kneeling over a half-naked woman.
"What do we have here, besides the obvious?"
Grissom sighed without looking up. "From what I can tell, she's been here for only a few hours. No signs of rotting or maggots yet."
Warrick skimmed the area around her. "No blood. She was stabbed and hit upside the head in another area and dropped here. Somewhere we have another crime scene."
"Probably...." Something by the body caught Grissom's eye. He reached into his kit and pulled out a pair of tweezers. He picked up a piece of chocolate.
Grissom looked up at Warrick. "Someone has a sweet tooth."
Grissom carefully took out the piece of chocolate and poured a liquid, plastic substance onto it. He waited for it to harden. He pulled it off of the chocolate which revealed a bite mark on the hardened plastic. He walked down the hall to see Greg.
"Greg...Greg."
He was jamming to Linkin Park and couldn't hear him. Grissom turned off the radio.
"I know this sounds strange but, I need you to work. See if you can find out whom this bite mark belongs to."
Greg dropped his earphones on the floor and grabbed the chocolate. "Right away. I'll let you know what I find out."
"I'll be waiting. Call me."
Grissom walked through the steel doors to find Albert, the coroner, finishing up on the body.
"What do you have for me?"
Albert replaced his old, bloody gloves with new ones and joined Grissom in front of the body. He pulled the cover down to show the upper part of the body. "Well, it's obvious that she has multiple stab wounds all over her body. The incisions are small so he jammed it in and out very quickly. Judging by the wound, he stabbed her in the heart last."
Grissom walked around to the other side to get a better view of the wound. "Maybe she broke his heart, so he broke hers."
Albert pointed to the head. "He could've stopped there. That was fatal enough. He proceeded to hit her with a blunt object in the head.
"Maybe he wanted to make sure he got the job done. But which one actually killed her?"
"Neither."
"What?"
"Just what I said, the stab wounds and blow to the head appear to be for fun."
Albert reached over and grabbed a piece of paper off of the table.
"The tox report states that she had a small dose of cyanide in her system. It killed her instantly so he could do whatever he wanted after that."
Grissom looked over at him, "Death by chocolate."
Greg met Grissom at the door. "I've been looking for you."
"I had a date with the coroner," Grissom replied.
Greg motioned for him to follow him. "The bite marks match a Samantha Bower."
"That explains how she died. He poisoned the candy and forced her to eat it."
"So I suppose you already know what killed her?" Greg looked disappointed.
Grissom smiled. "Always one step ahead of you."
He leaned his head into the room where Catherine and Warrick were eating their lunch. "The party is over. We have to visit another murder scene. We could use your help on this, Catherine."
She threw the remaining part of her sandwich in the trash. "I was finished anyway."
They stood over the dead woman. Warrick noticed the wounds, "Same as the first murder. He's definitely following a pattern. He leaves nothing but the body--no evidence."
Grissom put on a pair of latex gloves and picked up a small box. "Oh, I wouldn't say that. Perhaps he was hungrier this time? Hungry people leave prints."
"An empty box of chocolates? Priceless!" Warrick exclaimed.
"Warrick, you and Catherine visit all the candy stores in the area that sell Brewer Chocolates. I'll take this back to the lab and dust for prints."
They walked towards Catherine's car. "Good, I can finish up my lunch. I'm love cream-filled chocolates," she said happily.
Warrick shook his head and laughed. "Only you would say that."
They had been to all of the candy stores in the areas. They walked into the last one. An old man with a friendly smile was standing behind the counter. "What can I do for you, folks?"
Warrick skimmed the shelves above him while Catherine looked in the enclosed cases. "Do you happen to sell Brewer chocolates?"
The man smiled. "Oh, I see, a special lady, eh?"
Warrick flashed his badge. "I wish. Why would you say it's for a special lady?"
The old man pointed to the shelf that held the candy. "It's a special brand-very expensive. You have to be special to receive this candy."
Catherine also flashed her badge and cited her name and rank. "Do you remember if anyone bought any in the last fifteen days?"
The man tapped his forehead. "Well, my memory isn't what it used to be, but I remember this guy. He had a weird look in his eyes. I asked him the same question as I asked you and he smiled and said, 'very special. They would die for this candy'. He was very creepy. He paid for the three boxes with a hundred dollar bill."
Warrick jerked his head towards the man. "Did you say three boxes?"
The man nodded his head. "Yeah...come to think of it, the hundred looked funny. I took it to the bank and had them check it. There is a lot of counterfeit money circulating in the area right now. You can never be too careful."
They quickly thanked him and headed for the car.