Chapter 10
The story so far—the CSI team has stumbled across a strange blue box and would now like to take a peak inside.
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"Warrick, how's it coming?" Grissom asked upon returning from the initial scene of the crime. "Any luck?"
"Well, so far as I can tell," Warrick stood back from the box, the this steel tendon—slightly bent and scorched—hung loosely in his hand, "It's dead set against me getting in."
"So… no luck," Grissom stared at the navy wood cubicle and furrowed his brows. "Any thoughts on what it is? Where it's from?"
"I have no idea," CSI Brown replied, tossing the metal wire beck into his case and then getting out a container of fine black dust and a dusting brush, "I'm going to try to get some prints off it."
"Good luck," Gil began to walk back toward his sports utility vehicle, puzzling over what on earth the large blue box standing behind the Tangiers hotel and casino might possible be, "Something tells me we're going to need it."
"Grissom," Sara's voice rang through the alley, "I think I found something." She held up a thing, black leather wallet with a single sheet of paper inside. She flipped it open to show Gil her discovery.
His eyes squinted as he read the small sheet of paper. He read it aloud, his voice reverberating off the damp, cramped brick walls, "'I'm getting a heavy creepy vibe here'… is that all it says?"
"Wait, it gets weirder. I've been experimenting a bit with it on my own," She turned away from him and approached Warrick, "Warrick, read this out loud, please."
"'Too bad we couldn't get the box open'," he spoke the words clearly, a slight hint of curiosity in his voice, then handed the paper and leather casing back to Sara, "What's this for?"
"It says something different every time you look at it," she explained to both men, "Like, whatever you're thinking when you hand it over."
"Huh," was all that Grissom could manage to get out.
"Huh?" Warrick stuttered as well, unable to grasp the concept of the so-called 'psychic' paper.
"It's like… psychic or something," Sara turned the small folder over in her hands slowly, closely examining it from every aspect and angle. "I'm not sure how…. but…" she felt herself suddenly at a loss for words as well, confounded by her own conclusion, "Huh."
