Tues., March 5, 2005
Charlie backed slowly until his shoulders brushed the wall forcing him to stop; His attacker grinned and advanced on his prey.
"Sorry Charlie but, you're not going any where!" The man growled, his voice sounding like metal grating on concrete.
"No please, please! NO!"
Tues. evening, March 5, 2005
Nick stokes walked into the building and managed to find the room where Grissom stood waiting for him, he took in the scene as he pulled on a pair of latex gloves, the room was no bigger then his bedroom, the walls were off white and covered in arterial spray.
"Hey nick you want to call it?" Gris asked, Nick looked him for a moment before kneeling down next to the body and examining closer; two cuts, one on each wrist, vertical along the veins, but even closer examination reveled that wounds hadn't bled, they were post mortem wounds, nick moved his eyes to the neck looking for ligature marks and smiled.
"This isn't a susicide, its murder." he said Grissom nodded.
"Start processing the scene, I'll meet up the doc and fill you in later." Gissom assigned nick nodded and opening his kit got to work, first flashing pic's of the body and the room surrounding it then looking closer and single things like ht blood on the wall photographed and sampled, then he checked the body for foreign things, he found short dark hairs, contrast the blond hair of the vic. Then he found fibers, possibly from the murderer. This he bagged, tagged and toke the lab for anaylsis. He was putting the samples and his camera away when a shadow feel over him he panicked for moment as his abduction months ago came flying back to him he stood up quickly his hand on his gun.
"Whoa, hey I don't no trouble officer I was just wonderin' when I could clean the room?" A, little more then freaked janitor asked, Nick sighed that was the first time in weeks he panicked like that. His released the hold on his gun and grinned.
"Sorry about that wasn't expecting any company just yet, and the room won't be released for a while still so you'll have to leave." Nick explained the janitor back off and disappeared down the hall. Nick gathered his things and started make his way out side when a voice stopped him.
"Hey!" The voice was gritty, sorta like metal grating on concrete.
"Can I help you?" Nick asked his patience was running thin, he was tired and shaky, and he just wanted to get back to the lab.
"Yeah my boss wants talk with a police officer." he man sneered down at nick and for the briefest second nick almost glared back.
"I'm not a police officer, I'm a Crime Scene Investigator," He corrected." If he wants to talk with some it will have be either Gil Grissom or Jim brass." he added turning to leave, a beefy hand clamping down on his shoulder forced him to stop.
"That's what I meant he needs to speak to one you guys." He said, giving Nick's shoulder a harsh squeeze that caused Nick to hiss in pain. He tried to pull away but big and beefy just tightened his grip, Nick grabbed the hand and tried to pry it off.
"Let go of me now." Nick demanded the guy just laughed and shoved Nick hard enough to send him crashing into the wall.
'great this I need right now' he thought as he pulled himself up right and rubbed his head where it had made contact with the wall, his hand came back wet, he looked at and frowned; blood.' great now Gris can really chew me out I just got back in the field a few weeks ago.' Nick ducked as the guy came at him again but the blow never came and Nick sighed in relief as he heard a familiar voice.
"What the hell is going on here?" An angry Brass asked coming to stand next to Nick.
"I was just coming to see if the officer was alright he looked hurt." Big bad beefy lied. Nick let his surprise show only for a moment, before brass turned his attention back to him.
"You alright Nicky looks like to you took one to the head we should get you looked at, Grissom is going to eat my badge for dinner when he finds out." Brass complained a twinkle in his brown eyes Nick grinned.
"I alright just a small head ache I'll be fine gotta get this stuff to the lab I'll stop by the hospital after wards okay." Nick bargained brass nodded and nick flew out the door he dropped off the samples and film and went to the hospital as ordered.
"Well, you didn't sustain to much damage your lucky I won't give you any pain meds you don't need them, Tylenol should do fine for any pain just take it easy for awhile okay." doctor had told him, he thought about the incident while he drove back to the lab, and then as the pulled in he stomach turned to knots Grissom was waiting in the parking lot a scowl on his face.
'Note to self: KILL BRASS!" Nick vowed as he stepped from his truck and walked to meet Grissom.
"Are you okay?" Grissom asked his anger dissipating some what now that he could see Nick for himself.
"Yeah the doc just said the take it easy, didn't even give me any meds or anything." he shrugged and they walked into the building.
Alright well, here's what we have on our vic so far, Charlie bugon, age 34, in mental lock for trying to kill himself after being rejected the by the women he stalked for five months, three years ago, apparently he's very destructive, and not only towards him self he's been known to attack other inmates." Grissom read from the file in front of him and they walked along the hall to the DNA lab, where, the found Greg looking quite frazzled and buried under a mound of work Neck cringed.
"I guess expecting my samples to be done soon would be asking too much?" Nick asked softly not sure how Greg would react, but to their surprise he just smiled and handed nick a file folder.
"Actually did yours first knowing you be with the boss I figured he'd want them fast," he explained" the blood is your vic's and an unknown donor." he finished Grissom nodded and the two left.
I have no clue where this I going, I hope to have Nick go to the facility undercover or, as a real patient when he is framed for trying to kill himself, tell me which you think? R&R….But please be kind.