Title: Four, Five Six Drinks
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters depicted in this story
(except the dead one). They remain solely the property of CBS and the CSI
creators.
********
"It looks like suicide to me", I looked around for some agreement.
.
"Now, I thought I was the one who apparently always stated the obvious"
Nicks southern drawl and dark eyes, which normally soothed me was strangely
irritating today. I had obviously gotten out of the wrong side of the bed.
.
The body of a young boy of approximately 16 years old was hanging from a
beam in the attic of his parent's two-story mansion. Now when I say mansion
I mean mansion by anyone's standards. Yeah I thought to myself, I could
live in a house like this. I don't mean to be insensitive to the death of
that young boy, I just have to distance myself from all the pain and death
I meet on a regular basis in my line of work.
.
"His Mother missed him yesterday evening and Get this the last time they
saw him was last Sunday, that's five days ago and she only missed him
yesterday, In my mid-teens my parents always knew where I was. Parents
today, they just don't care enough." Looking thoughtfully for a couple of
seconds he then continued to the specifics.
.
His name is Jack Callan, a senior in Oak High about four blocks away. The
school say they have been trying to call since Monday to inquire why he was
not in class. No answer at the house. I'd say he has been dead about three
days, which leave two days unaccounted for. Fathers dead and he is an only
child. Mother's had to be sedated so we will get nothing out of her for a
few days. Call me when your done and we just might venture to the school in
the afternoon tomorrow if you two can come in, Oh lets say eight hours
early or so, we are short on detective's this week, conferences, and I
believe you two are light on work!"
.
I could hear Nick mumbling under his breath as Brass walked away. "How come
in any other job there are slack days?"
.
"Yep, we get all the blood and crap, and I mean that literally".
.
Searching for evidence and cataloguing anything we did find, we went back
to the lab.
.
"You two can go home now, Brass informed me that you two volunteered to
work early tomorrow", Grissom stated with a smile.
.
"Volunteered that's us, more work and less play and delighted to do it"
grimacing for the tenth time today, I leaned back against the lockers.
.
"Baby, You! ...Play!, I didn't think those two words ever came together in
the same sentence, Come on When was the last time you had a good seeing
to?"
.
"Yeah well we are not all sluts and sinners"
.
"I am not a sinner or a slut" Nick looked hurt, "I just like having fun".
.
I immediately felt bad "So do I Nick, I just don't wear polo necks in a
heat wave to cover up marks on my Neck, Digression you know Nick, just use
parts of you not likely to be on show".
.
I had always felt my private life was my private life, although I had
worked with Nick for the best part of three years, and I will admit he was
closer to what I could call a friend on the squad, I did not mind
disclosing the odd detail pertaining to what are I will admit relatively
mild extra curricular activity.
.
Throwing back his head and laughing nick made for the door "Come on my wild
party girl, I think its my round".
.
And Four, five or six drinks later at McCool's we were having great (albeit
drunken fun)
.
"You know Nick four is a respectable number"
.
"Yeah for a lady who's about 22 or 23 maybe, God you really don't know what
your missing".
.
"You think so huh".
.
"And what exactly am I missing". I cant believe I said that, I've just made
that sound like a proposition. I always liked and admired him, ok so he is
just divine also, but what exactly am I doing here.
.
"Maybe I know just the way to show you",
.
WILL I BOTHER FINISHING IT - REVIEW AND LET ME KNOW
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters depicted in this story
(except the dead one). They remain solely the property of CBS and the CSI
creators.
********
"It looks like suicide to me", I looked around for some agreement.
.
"Now, I thought I was the one who apparently always stated the obvious"
Nicks southern drawl and dark eyes, which normally soothed me was strangely
irritating today. I had obviously gotten out of the wrong side of the bed.
.
The body of a young boy of approximately 16 years old was hanging from a
beam in the attic of his parent's two-story mansion. Now when I say mansion
I mean mansion by anyone's standards. Yeah I thought to myself, I could
live in a house like this. I don't mean to be insensitive to the death of
that young boy, I just have to distance myself from all the pain and death
I meet on a regular basis in my line of work.
.
"His Mother missed him yesterday evening and Get this the last time they
saw him was last Sunday, that's five days ago and she only missed him
yesterday, In my mid-teens my parents always knew where I was. Parents
today, they just don't care enough." Looking thoughtfully for a couple of
seconds he then continued to the specifics.
.
His name is Jack Callan, a senior in Oak High about four blocks away. The
school say they have been trying to call since Monday to inquire why he was
not in class. No answer at the house. I'd say he has been dead about three
days, which leave two days unaccounted for. Fathers dead and he is an only
child. Mother's had to be sedated so we will get nothing out of her for a
few days. Call me when your done and we just might venture to the school in
the afternoon tomorrow if you two can come in, Oh lets say eight hours
early or so, we are short on detective's this week, conferences, and I
believe you two are light on work!"
.
I could hear Nick mumbling under his breath as Brass walked away. "How come
in any other job there are slack days?"
.
"Yep, we get all the blood and crap, and I mean that literally".
.
Searching for evidence and cataloguing anything we did find, we went back
to the lab.
.
"You two can go home now, Brass informed me that you two volunteered to
work early tomorrow", Grissom stated with a smile.
.
"Volunteered that's us, more work and less play and delighted to do it"
grimacing for the tenth time today, I leaned back against the lockers.
.
"Baby, You! ...Play!, I didn't think those two words ever came together in
the same sentence, Come on When was the last time you had a good seeing
to?"
.
"Yeah well we are not all sluts and sinners"
.
"I am not a sinner or a slut" Nick looked hurt, "I just like having fun".
.
I immediately felt bad "So do I Nick, I just don't wear polo necks in a
heat wave to cover up marks on my Neck, Digression you know Nick, just use
parts of you not likely to be on show".
.
I had always felt my private life was my private life, although I had
worked with Nick for the best part of three years, and I will admit he was
closer to what I could call a friend on the squad, I did not mind
disclosing the odd detail pertaining to what are I will admit relatively
mild extra curricular activity.
.
Throwing back his head and laughing nick made for the door "Come on my wild
party girl, I think its my round".
.
And Four, five or six drinks later at McCool's we were having great (albeit
drunken fun)
.
"You know Nick four is a respectable number"
.
"Yeah for a lady who's about 22 or 23 maybe, God you really don't know what
your missing".
.
"You think so huh".
.
"And what exactly am I missing". I cant believe I said that, I've just made
that sound like a proposition. I always liked and admired him, ok so he is
just divine also, but what exactly am I doing here.
.
"Maybe I know just the way to show you",
.
WILL I BOTHER FINISHING IT - REVIEW AND LET ME KNOW