I ended that chapter abruptly too. I don't usually do that but this is a
CSI fanfic and it has to be surprising. ^_- I hope you like it so far. I
understand where a profiler works, in the pd, but, hey, this is my story
and I have reasons behind everything.
1 Chapter 4
"Nice language Caryn," Nick said jokingly, than he saw her face. "What is it?" he was clearly concerned.
"This man…this killer…is Robyn Shorting," Caryn said, her green eyes had turned dull and looked scared.
"Yes, it looks that way. Is she an old friend of yours?" Nick commented.
"He," Caryn said, "and, no, not really. I have to go speak with Grissom now," Caryn said, she rushed past Nick and out of the lab. Just as she left, Warrick walked in.
"What's with her. I don't think I've ever seen her that upset," Warrick said.
"You only met her yesterday," Nick said.
"Oh yeah," said Warrick. "What is with her though?"
"I think our suspect freaked her out," was all Nick said, he shrugged. "Otherwise, I just think she is weird." Nick turned to Greg. "Have you got my results yet Greg?" he asked.
"Almost," said Greg, "come over here."
"I don't understand why she is here. Yes, I know, she is doing a fine job, but," Grissom talked to one of the higher-ups on the phone in his office, he was visibly annoyed. "Listen, using a profiler's profile is like assuming who the killer is, and you can never assume. Yes, I know what insubordination is; I just don't understand why she is not in police department. Yes, she is helping, but that is beside the point. That is beside the point. She can teach me something? Are you sure? Oh, ok, I hear you," a knock was heard from outside. "Hold on, I'll call you later. Al right, for now. Goodbye." There is a click as he hangs up. "Come in!" he says loudly, rubbing his head with his fingers. Caryn walked in through the door, she almost jumped a foot in the air when the big mouth bass went off. Great, just the person I really wanted to see right now, Grissom thought sarcastically to himself. Take me to the river. Dump me in the water. it sang.
"Why do you have that thing?" she asked Grissom, he looked up.
"Don't you know?" he asked back. She gave him a look.
"To protect something?" she asked.
"Correct," Grissom said, pointing around the room, Caryn shuddered.
"You study bugs," she asked, but mostly said.
"Yes, you don't like them?" Grissom asked her. Caryn looked at him sympathetically; her green eyes had fear and resentment in them.
"I was three and I went on a trip to Arizona, I got stung by a scorpion and I am allergic to bee stings," she said, "those things kind of ruined any potential bug relationship I might have had. Although, as a scientist, I have grown to respect them in their help in finding killers."
Grissom nodded his head; "you kind of have to respect them as a scientist." He moved over to where Caryn was and looked at her. "Did you want to see me?" he asked her.
"Oh, yes," she said, she took something from her purse and handed it too Grissom, he leafed through it. "It's my profile. I know that you don't trust these things," she said, tapping it, "but it is what I got instructed to do by the sheriff. Besides, I think the whole team needs to get together to talk, we have a suspect now and he's not nice."
"We always talk about a case together," Grissom said. "And your profile it's very, uh, small," Grissom said. Caryn gave him another look.
"I can only do so much in 24 hours," she said menacingly, her tone was such that you shouldn't challenge it. "Most profilers finish their profiles weeks after going to a crime scene, I am lucky to get this much," with that, she turned on her heals and left Grissom's office.
Weird girl Grissom thought to himself. Catherine came in.
"What's with Caryn?" she asked.
Grissom shrugged. "I asked her while the profile was so small, she got mad," he said.
"But she wasn't mad," Catherine said, "she was laughing."
"She is unpredictable," Grissom said.
"Let me see the profile," Catherine said, Grissom handed it too her. "Not bad," she said, "white male, mid 20s, previous criminal record for violent offenses. Who the hell does she know all this?" Catherine asked, closing the brown manila envelope the profiler was in.
"That is one thing I don't understand, except that she is assuming and you," Grissom began.
"Can't assume on a case," Catherine finished. "You say that all the time. You are so predictable sometimes, unlike others I know," she said, rolling her eyes.
"I heard we have a suspect," Grissom said, changing the topic of conversation.
"We do," Catherine said. "Caryn freaked out about him."
"Him?" Grissom asked.
"Yeah, I guess her profile is starting out correct," Catherine said.
"She could have changed it," Grissom pointed out.
"Not in three minutes," Catherine said. "Caryn found out three minutes ago so she couldn't have typed an entire profile over again and come see you."
"That's true," Grissom said.
Catherine laughed, "you don't want to admit that you could be wrong about profilers."
Grissom's watch beeped. "It's time for the meeting."
Catherine nodded her head, "thought so." Then the two walked out of the room.
1 Chapter 4
"Nice language Caryn," Nick said jokingly, than he saw her face. "What is it?" he was clearly concerned.
"This man…this killer…is Robyn Shorting," Caryn said, her green eyes had turned dull and looked scared.
"Yes, it looks that way. Is she an old friend of yours?" Nick commented.
"He," Caryn said, "and, no, not really. I have to go speak with Grissom now," Caryn said, she rushed past Nick and out of the lab. Just as she left, Warrick walked in.
"What's with her. I don't think I've ever seen her that upset," Warrick said.
"You only met her yesterday," Nick said.
"Oh yeah," said Warrick. "What is with her though?"
"I think our suspect freaked her out," was all Nick said, he shrugged. "Otherwise, I just think she is weird." Nick turned to Greg. "Have you got my results yet Greg?" he asked.
"Almost," said Greg, "come over here."
"I don't understand why she is here. Yes, I know, she is doing a fine job, but," Grissom talked to one of the higher-ups on the phone in his office, he was visibly annoyed. "Listen, using a profiler's profile is like assuming who the killer is, and you can never assume. Yes, I know what insubordination is; I just don't understand why she is not in police department. Yes, she is helping, but that is beside the point. That is beside the point. She can teach me something? Are you sure? Oh, ok, I hear you," a knock was heard from outside. "Hold on, I'll call you later. Al right, for now. Goodbye." There is a click as he hangs up. "Come in!" he says loudly, rubbing his head with his fingers. Caryn walked in through the door, she almost jumped a foot in the air when the big mouth bass went off. Great, just the person I really wanted to see right now, Grissom thought sarcastically to himself. Take me to the river. Dump me in the water. it sang.
"Why do you have that thing?" she asked Grissom, he looked up.
"Don't you know?" he asked back. She gave him a look.
"To protect something?" she asked.
"Correct," Grissom said, pointing around the room, Caryn shuddered.
"You study bugs," she asked, but mostly said.
"Yes, you don't like them?" Grissom asked her. Caryn looked at him sympathetically; her green eyes had fear and resentment in them.
"I was three and I went on a trip to Arizona, I got stung by a scorpion and I am allergic to bee stings," she said, "those things kind of ruined any potential bug relationship I might have had. Although, as a scientist, I have grown to respect them in their help in finding killers."
Grissom nodded his head; "you kind of have to respect them as a scientist." He moved over to where Caryn was and looked at her. "Did you want to see me?" he asked her.
"Oh, yes," she said, she took something from her purse and handed it too Grissom, he leafed through it. "It's my profile. I know that you don't trust these things," she said, tapping it, "but it is what I got instructed to do by the sheriff. Besides, I think the whole team needs to get together to talk, we have a suspect now and he's not nice."
"We always talk about a case together," Grissom said. "And your profile it's very, uh, small," Grissom said. Caryn gave him another look.
"I can only do so much in 24 hours," she said menacingly, her tone was such that you shouldn't challenge it. "Most profilers finish their profiles weeks after going to a crime scene, I am lucky to get this much," with that, she turned on her heals and left Grissom's office.
Weird girl Grissom thought to himself. Catherine came in.
"What's with Caryn?" she asked.
Grissom shrugged. "I asked her while the profile was so small, she got mad," he said.
"But she wasn't mad," Catherine said, "she was laughing."
"She is unpredictable," Grissom said.
"Let me see the profile," Catherine said, Grissom handed it too her. "Not bad," she said, "white male, mid 20s, previous criminal record for violent offenses. Who the hell does she know all this?" Catherine asked, closing the brown manila envelope the profiler was in.
"That is one thing I don't understand, except that she is assuming and you," Grissom began.
"Can't assume on a case," Catherine finished. "You say that all the time. You are so predictable sometimes, unlike others I know," she said, rolling her eyes.
"I heard we have a suspect," Grissom said, changing the topic of conversation.
"We do," Catherine said. "Caryn freaked out about him."
"Him?" Grissom asked.
"Yeah, I guess her profile is starting out correct," Catherine said.
"She could have changed it," Grissom pointed out.
"Not in three minutes," Catherine said. "Caryn found out three minutes ago so she couldn't have typed an entire profile over again and come see you."
"That's true," Grissom said.
Catherine laughed, "you don't want to admit that you could be wrong about profilers."
Grissom's watch beeped. "It's time for the meeting."
Catherine nodded her head, "thought so." Then the two walked out of the room.