1.1 Chapter 1
"I heard we got a new CSI," said Greg, coming up behind Sara. She turned around quickly, holding a pencil out like a sword.
"Greg, don't do that," she said, putting her hand on her heart, "you scared me half to death!" She gave him a look that said don't you ever, ever do that again or I will beat your ass. Then her mood changed completely, "Greg, have you finished those results yet?" she asked him.
"No," he said, looking at the floor, "they're almost ready though."
"Good," Sara said, she sat down on a near-by chair.
"So what about this new agent?" Greg asked.
"Why don't you go ask her, she just came in," Sara said, and with that she went back to her work.
Caryn came in through the lockers. Her hair was tied in a single braid. Her suit, like everyone else's, was black.
"Good morning Caryn," said Grissom who was walking by her.
"Mr. Grissom," she said politely. Grissom stopped.
"Just Grissom, Caryn, please," he said back.
She nodded her head.
"All right, Grissom," she said Grissom kind of uncomfortably, "I think we got off onto the wrong foot yesterday with me just coming into the crime scene like that."
Whoa, this girl is perceptive Grissom thought to himself.
"I thought that I should introduce myself again today, under more, ah, pleasant terms," Caryn said.
"All right," said Grissom.
"Well," said Caryn, "hi, I'm Caryn, the new CSI," she shook his hand while saying this.
"I am Grissom," said Grissom, everyone else (on the team) was coming over to meet Caryn, "and this is Catherine, Sara, Nick, Greg, Al, and Warrick."
"Nice to meet you," Caryn said with a smile on her face. "Now, don't we have some work to do?"
"Yes, we do," said Grissom. "Caryn, you will work on this serial killer case with us."
Grissom's beeper beeped. "We got another body," said Grissom.
"Time to see what the new girl can do," Nick whispered to Sara.
***At the scene***
There was blood everywhere. The man, like the others, had been dissembled limb from limb. A single red rose was in the middle of the room.
"Like all the others," Caryn said, picking up the rose. "A red rose symbolizes love, but there was no love in this. Of course, it does have other meanings. This is a message. The thorns stand for power, like the power of the sword and knife, taking over their victims. The red color stands for blood, and, noticing how the bloom becomes more full with each killing, it stands that the killer has not had enough blood and will continue to kill until the rose is in full bloom. The delicacy of the flower stands for how the person was killed, not at once, but slowly, delicately. The rose itself stands for good and even, the beautiful flower the good, but the thorns are evil," Caryn said, tapping the flower on her hand, she had a glazed look on her face as she said this. Everyone stared at her; jaws dropped and eyes wide.
"Um, how do you get all that from a flower, it's only used to claim the victim as the killer's own," said Nick, scratching his head.
Caryn spun around, her green eyes danced with mystery.
"It seems that way to a normal eye," she said, holding up the flower vertically and spinning it slowly, "but to a profiler like myself it answers a world of questions. Now we must analyze the scene." With that Caryn quickly turned the topic of conversation to the scene.
"Here we go," Sara said, she was looking at something by the closed window. Caryn walked over.
"What do you have?" she asked.
"A bloody hand print," said Sara, her eyes glittered expectantly. Caryn gave her the materials to pickup the print. Caryn looked at the window and the print as if she could see through it. Sara looked at her strangely then Caryn snapped back into reality.
"This was the point of escape," Caryn said. "I'm gonna dust for prints outside."
"Where's she going?" Grissom asked Sara; he walked over from the other side of the room.
"Dust for prints, she thinks the killer left from this window," Sara said back. "Let me tell you, she is one strange little girl."
"We can tell," said Grissom.
Caryn suddenly came back into the house.
"Grissom," she said, her eyes dark and serious, "There are shoe prints leading from the window, some prints on the window, and a small trail of blood coming from he window, stopping suddenly at the street. The shoe prints do this to."
"Sometimes shoe prints stop before the get onto a sidewalk," Grissom said patiently. Caryn gave him a look.
"But not, when the entire yard is muddy," said Caryn. Grissom got a little I'm considering the possibility look on his face.
"He wiped himself off," said Catherine, coming over to join them.
"Or the killer had a car parked on the sidewalk," said Nick, him and Warrick joined them to.
"Caryn, Nick, and Warrick, go outside and get all the evidence you can," Grissom said. "Catherine, Sara, and I will finish in here."
"We will have to move fast," said Caryn, "it is going to rain soon."
"Well then, let's go," said Nick, going outside.
The three were collecting evidence when Caryn saw a partial foot print going under a bush by the sidewalk. She took a twig from the muddy ground and parted some of the bush branches. She looked into the bush.
"Oh my god."
"I heard we got a new CSI," said Greg, coming up behind Sara. She turned around quickly, holding a pencil out like a sword.
"Greg, don't do that," she said, putting her hand on her heart, "you scared me half to death!" She gave him a look that said don't you ever, ever do that again or I will beat your ass. Then her mood changed completely, "Greg, have you finished those results yet?" she asked him.
"No," he said, looking at the floor, "they're almost ready though."
"Good," Sara said, she sat down on a near-by chair.
"So what about this new agent?" Greg asked.
"Why don't you go ask her, she just came in," Sara said, and with that she went back to her work.
Caryn came in through the lockers. Her hair was tied in a single braid. Her suit, like everyone else's, was black.
"Good morning Caryn," said Grissom who was walking by her.
"Mr. Grissom," she said politely. Grissom stopped.
"Just Grissom, Caryn, please," he said back.
She nodded her head.
"All right, Grissom," she said Grissom kind of uncomfortably, "I think we got off onto the wrong foot yesterday with me just coming into the crime scene like that."
Whoa, this girl is perceptive Grissom thought to himself.
"I thought that I should introduce myself again today, under more, ah, pleasant terms," Caryn said.
"All right," said Grissom.
"Well," said Caryn, "hi, I'm Caryn, the new CSI," she shook his hand while saying this.
"I am Grissom," said Grissom, everyone else (on the team) was coming over to meet Caryn, "and this is Catherine, Sara, Nick, Greg, Al, and Warrick."
"Nice to meet you," Caryn said with a smile on her face. "Now, don't we have some work to do?"
"Yes, we do," said Grissom. "Caryn, you will work on this serial killer case with us."
Grissom's beeper beeped. "We got another body," said Grissom.
"Time to see what the new girl can do," Nick whispered to Sara.
***At the scene***
There was blood everywhere. The man, like the others, had been dissembled limb from limb. A single red rose was in the middle of the room.
"Like all the others," Caryn said, picking up the rose. "A red rose symbolizes love, but there was no love in this. Of course, it does have other meanings. This is a message. The thorns stand for power, like the power of the sword and knife, taking over their victims. The red color stands for blood, and, noticing how the bloom becomes more full with each killing, it stands that the killer has not had enough blood and will continue to kill until the rose is in full bloom. The delicacy of the flower stands for how the person was killed, not at once, but slowly, delicately. The rose itself stands for good and even, the beautiful flower the good, but the thorns are evil," Caryn said, tapping the flower on her hand, she had a glazed look on her face as she said this. Everyone stared at her; jaws dropped and eyes wide.
"Um, how do you get all that from a flower, it's only used to claim the victim as the killer's own," said Nick, scratching his head.
Caryn spun around, her green eyes danced with mystery.
"It seems that way to a normal eye," she said, holding up the flower vertically and spinning it slowly, "but to a profiler like myself it answers a world of questions. Now we must analyze the scene." With that Caryn quickly turned the topic of conversation to the scene.
"Here we go," Sara said, she was looking at something by the closed window. Caryn walked over.
"What do you have?" she asked.
"A bloody hand print," said Sara, her eyes glittered expectantly. Caryn gave her the materials to pickup the print. Caryn looked at the window and the print as if she could see through it. Sara looked at her strangely then Caryn snapped back into reality.
"This was the point of escape," Caryn said. "I'm gonna dust for prints outside."
"Where's she going?" Grissom asked Sara; he walked over from the other side of the room.
"Dust for prints, she thinks the killer left from this window," Sara said back. "Let me tell you, she is one strange little girl."
"We can tell," said Grissom.
Caryn suddenly came back into the house.
"Grissom," she said, her eyes dark and serious, "There are shoe prints leading from the window, some prints on the window, and a small trail of blood coming from he window, stopping suddenly at the street. The shoe prints do this to."
"Sometimes shoe prints stop before the get onto a sidewalk," Grissom said patiently. Caryn gave him a look.
"But not, when the entire yard is muddy," said Caryn. Grissom got a little I'm considering the possibility look on his face.
"He wiped himself off," said Catherine, coming over to join them.
"Or the killer had a car parked on the sidewalk," said Nick, him and Warrick joined them to.
"Caryn, Nick, and Warrick, go outside and get all the evidence you can," Grissom said. "Catherine, Sara, and I will finish in here."
"We will have to move fast," said Caryn, "it is going to rain soon."
"Well then, let's go," said Nick, going outside.
The three were collecting evidence when Caryn saw a partial foot print going under a bush by the sidewalk. She took a twig from the muddy ground and parted some of the bush branches. She looked into the bush.
"Oh my god."