I know, that ending was too sudden. I was rushed. I hope you have enjoyed
it so far. The chapters will be longer, I promise. This is my first CSI fan
fiction; all my others are sailor moon. There will not be any girls in
sailor suits fighting evil, that is a promise. I will probably change the
title from The Profiler to something else; it sounds too much like the tv
show when its not, I just ran out of ideas. Now I'll stop babbling and go
on with the story.
1 Chapter 2
"Oh my god," Caryn said, staring into the bush. She had come face-to-face to the one thing CSI's fear the most; a gun. It pointed right at her head. A string was tied around the trigger; the trigger was starting to pull back. Caryn's breathing grew heavy. She slowly looked down where her feet were. She noticed that she was partly stepping on a string like the one on the gun trigger. She lifted her foot up off the string and put her foot down on the ground beside it. She traced her finger on the string. She noticed that the trigger had gone back into a normal, non-firing position. She sighed with relief, realizing how close to death she had come. "Nick," Caryn called, "go get Grissom."
"Why?" asked Nick, confused.
"Now!" Caryn yelled.
"Okay, okay," he said, he went inside.
Caryn shook her head and continued to look at the device. It was simple, but brilliant. The gun was held in the air by two pieces of the green string tied to the bush and the gun. The string wrapped around the trigger then through the bush and in the grass. It was made so that when someone completely stepped on the string, the gun would go off and, if the person was in the wrong position, into the person's face. It was no doubt done so in order to kill a CSI.
"Something wrong?" Grissom asked. Caryn jumped, she had not noticed he was behind her.
"Don't move!" she commanded, Grissom looked extremely confused. "Look at this, and be careful or we could end up dead."
"And why is that?" Grissom asked coming closer, neared to the string.
"Just bend down and make sure you don't step on the string," Caryn said, Grissom bent down. Caryn showed him the device; Grissom's eyes opened wide.
"Holy shit," he said, "the s.o.b. could've killed you."
"He almost succeeded," said Caryn grimly, "my foot was on the string and everything."
"We need a picture of this," Grissom said, "no one will believe this." Grissom went inside to get the camera.
Caryn looked at the contraption, "you're telling us something, and I am going to figure it out," she said, her green eyes flashing.
"Caryn," said Grissom, again behind her. She turned around.
"Yes, Grissom," she said.
"I need you to move," Grissom said. Caryn stood up and moved out of the way.
She turned back to him, "I am going inside, to help Sara," with that she went into the house. Grissom shrugged and went back to taking pictures.
Now this I have never seen before he thought. That girl is lucky, really lucky to be alive. After he took his pictures he carefully started dismantling the device, watching out for any more traps.
***Inside, minutes earlier and in the present***
"Where's the fire?" Sara joked, noticing Nick run in. Grissom and Sara both turned from their work.
"I don't know," Nick said, "all I know is that Caryn ordered me to go inside and get Grissom."
"Why would she need me?" asked Grissom.
Nick shrugged, "beats me, it sounded urgent."
Grissom stood up; "I'm coming. I wonder why she would need help with evidence, she is a Level 3 CSI like the rest of us."
"Grissom, go help her out, it is her first real crime scene out here," Catherine ordered.
"Fine," Grissom said, leaving the house.
The three shrugged and went back to work, but Warrick interrupted them when he came in.
"Okay, now what's your problem?" Catherine asked.
"I don't have a problem," Warrick said, "Grissom asked me to come inside, so I did."
"Great, now help us," Sara said, handing him a swab. They worked peacefully for five minutes before Grissom came hurriedly into the house.
"Grissom, now what's your problem?" Sara asked.
"You will not believe this when I show you," is all he said; he grabbed a camera and left.
The others gave each other confused looks.
"Everyone is losing their minds," Sara said, shaking her head, "it's that, or I need a vacation."
"I think we could all use a vacation," Catherine said, everyone shook their heads in agreement. Then Caryn carefully slipped into the room.
"You," Catherine said, "are the first person to come in here sanely in the last twenty minutes." Caryn blushed, and shook her head.
"Grissom is outside. I brought in the rest of the evidence collected from outside," Caryn said, putting the evidence bags down carefully, purposefully away from the door. "Is there anything I can do?" she asked.
"Yes, there is," said Sara, holding out a fingerprint kit, "you can help me."
Caryn took the kit and started dusting. The Grissom again came into the room. He had the camera and two evidence bags in his hands.
"A little help?" he asked, holding out his hands. Catherine and Warrick immediately went over to help him.
"What was out there?" Warrick asked, taking the camera from Grissom's hands.
"A little present from the killer or his accomplice," said Grissom.
"It was the killer," Caryn said, coming over from her place. "This killer worked alone," she said sharply.
"How do you know that?" Grissom asked her.
Caryn straightened, making herself taller, and looked him straight in the eye.
"The gun is a thing of power, no killer wants to share any power or glory when they think of themselves above others; like this killer. This killer works alone, I know that for certain," she said. Her eyes stared hard into Grissom's and seemed to see the depths of his soul. Her eyes made Grissom week in the knees and slightly afraid. He could not blink until she did. They all heard a clash of thunder from outside. "Looks like you got in just in time," Caryn said. "Are we done here?"
"Yes, I think so, for now," Sara said, slightly amazed at Caryn's coldness when she spoke with Grissom.
"Then I suggest we get the stuff to the lab before the roads get too bad," Caryn said, picking up some field kits and going out to the van.
Grissom looked like he had just been slapped. "Did I just let her talk to me like that?" he asked Catherine.
"Yeah," she said, "let's go before the storm gets worse." Catherine picked up her kit and went out to the van.
"Catherine's right," Sara said; she, too, left.
"We gotta go," said Nick; he went after Sara.
"Come on Grissom," said Warrick; he took the last kit and walked out.
Grissom walked out last, shutting the door behind him. "What am I going to do about her?" Grissom asked himself. Catherine honked the van horn and Grissom got in.
1 Chapter 2
"Oh my god," Caryn said, staring into the bush. She had come face-to-face to the one thing CSI's fear the most; a gun. It pointed right at her head. A string was tied around the trigger; the trigger was starting to pull back. Caryn's breathing grew heavy. She slowly looked down where her feet were. She noticed that she was partly stepping on a string like the one on the gun trigger. She lifted her foot up off the string and put her foot down on the ground beside it. She traced her finger on the string. She noticed that the trigger had gone back into a normal, non-firing position. She sighed with relief, realizing how close to death she had come. "Nick," Caryn called, "go get Grissom."
"Why?" asked Nick, confused.
"Now!" Caryn yelled.
"Okay, okay," he said, he went inside.
Caryn shook her head and continued to look at the device. It was simple, but brilliant. The gun was held in the air by two pieces of the green string tied to the bush and the gun. The string wrapped around the trigger then through the bush and in the grass. It was made so that when someone completely stepped on the string, the gun would go off and, if the person was in the wrong position, into the person's face. It was no doubt done so in order to kill a CSI.
"Something wrong?" Grissom asked. Caryn jumped, she had not noticed he was behind her.
"Don't move!" she commanded, Grissom looked extremely confused. "Look at this, and be careful or we could end up dead."
"And why is that?" Grissom asked coming closer, neared to the string.
"Just bend down and make sure you don't step on the string," Caryn said, Grissom bent down. Caryn showed him the device; Grissom's eyes opened wide.
"Holy shit," he said, "the s.o.b. could've killed you."
"He almost succeeded," said Caryn grimly, "my foot was on the string and everything."
"We need a picture of this," Grissom said, "no one will believe this." Grissom went inside to get the camera.
Caryn looked at the contraption, "you're telling us something, and I am going to figure it out," she said, her green eyes flashing.
"Caryn," said Grissom, again behind her. She turned around.
"Yes, Grissom," she said.
"I need you to move," Grissom said. Caryn stood up and moved out of the way.
She turned back to him, "I am going inside, to help Sara," with that she went into the house. Grissom shrugged and went back to taking pictures.
Now this I have never seen before he thought. That girl is lucky, really lucky to be alive. After he took his pictures he carefully started dismantling the device, watching out for any more traps.
***Inside, minutes earlier and in the present***
"Where's the fire?" Sara joked, noticing Nick run in. Grissom and Sara both turned from their work.
"I don't know," Nick said, "all I know is that Caryn ordered me to go inside and get Grissom."
"Why would she need me?" asked Grissom.
Nick shrugged, "beats me, it sounded urgent."
Grissom stood up; "I'm coming. I wonder why she would need help with evidence, she is a Level 3 CSI like the rest of us."
"Grissom, go help her out, it is her first real crime scene out here," Catherine ordered.
"Fine," Grissom said, leaving the house.
The three shrugged and went back to work, but Warrick interrupted them when he came in.
"Okay, now what's your problem?" Catherine asked.
"I don't have a problem," Warrick said, "Grissom asked me to come inside, so I did."
"Great, now help us," Sara said, handing him a swab. They worked peacefully for five minutes before Grissom came hurriedly into the house.
"Grissom, now what's your problem?" Sara asked.
"You will not believe this when I show you," is all he said; he grabbed a camera and left.
The others gave each other confused looks.
"Everyone is losing their minds," Sara said, shaking her head, "it's that, or I need a vacation."
"I think we could all use a vacation," Catherine said, everyone shook their heads in agreement. Then Caryn carefully slipped into the room.
"You," Catherine said, "are the first person to come in here sanely in the last twenty minutes." Caryn blushed, and shook her head.
"Grissom is outside. I brought in the rest of the evidence collected from outside," Caryn said, putting the evidence bags down carefully, purposefully away from the door. "Is there anything I can do?" she asked.
"Yes, there is," said Sara, holding out a fingerprint kit, "you can help me."
Caryn took the kit and started dusting. The Grissom again came into the room. He had the camera and two evidence bags in his hands.
"A little help?" he asked, holding out his hands. Catherine and Warrick immediately went over to help him.
"What was out there?" Warrick asked, taking the camera from Grissom's hands.
"A little present from the killer or his accomplice," said Grissom.
"It was the killer," Caryn said, coming over from her place. "This killer worked alone," she said sharply.
"How do you know that?" Grissom asked her.
Caryn straightened, making herself taller, and looked him straight in the eye.
"The gun is a thing of power, no killer wants to share any power or glory when they think of themselves above others; like this killer. This killer works alone, I know that for certain," she said. Her eyes stared hard into Grissom's and seemed to see the depths of his soul. Her eyes made Grissom week in the knees and slightly afraid. He could not blink until she did. They all heard a clash of thunder from outside. "Looks like you got in just in time," Caryn said. "Are we done here?"
"Yes, I think so, for now," Sara said, slightly amazed at Caryn's coldness when she spoke with Grissom.
"Then I suggest we get the stuff to the lab before the roads get too bad," Caryn said, picking up some field kits and going out to the van.
Grissom looked like he had just been slapped. "Did I just let her talk to me like that?" he asked Catherine.
"Yeah," she said, "let's go before the storm gets worse." Catherine picked up her kit and went out to the van.
"Catherine's right," Sara said; she, too, left.
"We gotta go," said Nick; he went after Sara.
"Come on Grissom," said Warrick; he took the last kit and walked out.
Grissom walked out last, shutting the door behind him. "What am I going to do about her?" Grissom asked himself. Catherine honked the van horn and Grissom got in.