I hope that you liked the last chapter. I also hope that you like my little story so far. I had to change the PG rating because of language and possible violence. I didn't think people would actually like the story, but I guess I underestimated. Thanks for all the positive reviews .
Chapter 5
Whack! Caryn slammed Robyn Shorting's file onto the long conference table to catch the attention of the rest of the crew. The room silenced immediately. Everyone looked at her surprised.
"Thank you," she said. She was like she was the day before, calm, serene, cold, and cut off from the rest of the world.
"Damn that was loud," Nick said. Caryn gave him one of her ice-cold looks; she was still standing.
"Caryn, why are you standing?" Grissom asked calmly. Caryn slowly looked at him.
"I am trying to talk about our main suspect with everyone's attention," she said calmly, in her original ice-cold, don't argue with me tone.
"Well, tell us your story," Warrick said, leaning back in his chair to be more comfortable.
"Robyn Shorting," Caryn began, "is an awful person."
"No, really," Sara said, "he is suspected of murder."
Caryn slapped her hand on the table, hard. "I was not done," she said, her eyes looked coldly into Sara's eyes, Sara shivered and backed off.
Jesus Christ, that girl is scary sometimes Grissom thought.
"He is wanted in all fifty states and is on the FBI's top 20 most wanted list. He is wanted for the murder and disembodiment of four federal agents, the murder of two other FBI agents and six other murders," someone whistled. "He is also wanted for other, more minor crimes," Caryn said, she took a sip of water to let it sink in. "Unfortunately, we only have his DNA. Only one set of fingerprints were ever actually successfully collected, unfortunately, they were destroyed before put into the network. We also have no picture of him because he is a master of disguise and can change his look in a matter of seconds. We are not actually sure if Robyn Shorting is really his name. All people who have actually seen him are not alive to tell today," Caryn tapped the file. "We don't have any information about him except that he is extremely dangerous."
"If he is this dangerous we should call in the feds," Brass said.
"No!" Caryn and Grissom said at once.
"Why?" Brass asked, "from what Caryn told us, he is extremely dangerous."
Caryn closed her eyes and sighed. She kept her eyes closed for three seconds before opening them. She looked calmly at Brass, her expression non-emotional and calm. "If it makes you happy, if we have to arrest this guy, we will bring in SWAT, the feds, and the CIA to get him," she said.
"We will?" Grissom asked, he leaned back in the chair, "and I thought I was the boss."
"You are," Caryn said, her green eyes flashing. "But be reasonable for once Grissom," she said, everyone straightened in their chairs, waiting for Caryn to get yelled at. Caryn looked right into Grissom's eyes. "This man is far too dangerous to arrest ourselves, we might as well chain ourselves to a bomb and set it off saying, `no, I won't be killed'. This guy is undoubtedly armed and ready to kill, he has all ready shown that he is able to carry out a very difficult and brilliant plan with the gun in the bush," she said, then she sat down slowly. The room was silent before Sara spoke up.
"She's right you know," Sara said, "we can do a lot without feds on our back but with a blood thirsty killer like this we might as well point a gun to our heads and shoot."
"Ok, if we arrest him, we call the feds, since we all think that is the way to go, even if I am not happy about it," Grissom said, everyone in the room sighed with relief.
"Caryn, one question," Brass said.
Caryn looked up, "yes, Brass," she said in a venom sweet voice.
"How do you know so much about Shorting?"
"His last killing spree was in DC, I helped investigate the murder of a fed," she said. "Now, what else do we have evidence wise?" she asked Sara, quickly turning the topic of conversation.
"The usual. Fingerprints, footprints, DNA, and now, your profile," Sara said.
"And our only suspect is a mystery man," Warrick said. "Where do we go from here?"
"Where the evidence takes us," Caryn said softly.
"And where would that be, Caryn?" Grissom asked. Caryn looked over to him and smiled.
"Back to the scene of the crime," she said, her eyes drifted to a picture of the crime scene on the table.
"Let's go," Catherine said, standing up.
"Who's going where?" Sara asked.
"Well there are three victims and six of us," Grissom said.
"So two people per crime scene," Nick said.
"Ah, look, Nicky learned how to count," Sara said mockingly. Nick stoke his tong out at her."
"Now that was extremely juvenile," Caryn said. Grissom ignored the entire scene.
"Warrick, go with Sara; go to the last scene. Nick, go with Catherine; go to the second scene. And Caryn, come with me," Grissom said. "And don't forget your kits, there could still be evidence we have overlooked," he pointed out.
"Yes, dad," Nick said.
"Someone has had way to much coffee," Caryn said.
"He only had six cups," Sara said mockingly.
"Only serves to prove my point," Caryn said, following Grissom out the door.
Chapter 5
Whack! Caryn slammed Robyn Shorting's file onto the long conference table to catch the attention of the rest of the crew. The room silenced immediately. Everyone looked at her surprised.
"Thank you," she said. She was like she was the day before, calm, serene, cold, and cut off from the rest of the world.
"Damn that was loud," Nick said. Caryn gave him one of her ice-cold looks; she was still standing.
"Caryn, why are you standing?" Grissom asked calmly. Caryn slowly looked at him.
"I am trying to talk about our main suspect with everyone's attention," she said calmly, in her original ice-cold, don't argue with me tone.
"Well, tell us your story," Warrick said, leaning back in his chair to be more comfortable.
"Robyn Shorting," Caryn began, "is an awful person."
"No, really," Sara said, "he is suspected of murder."
Caryn slapped her hand on the table, hard. "I was not done," she said, her eyes looked coldly into Sara's eyes, Sara shivered and backed off.
Jesus Christ, that girl is scary sometimes Grissom thought.
"He is wanted in all fifty states and is on the FBI's top 20 most wanted list. He is wanted for the murder and disembodiment of four federal agents, the murder of two other FBI agents and six other murders," someone whistled. "He is also wanted for other, more minor crimes," Caryn said, she took a sip of water to let it sink in. "Unfortunately, we only have his DNA. Only one set of fingerprints were ever actually successfully collected, unfortunately, they were destroyed before put into the network. We also have no picture of him because he is a master of disguise and can change his look in a matter of seconds. We are not actually sure if Robyn Shorting is really his name. All people who have actually seen him are not alive to tell today," Caryn tapped the file. "We don't have any information about him except that he is extremely dangerous."
"If he is this dangerous we should call in the feds," Brass said.
"No!" Caryn and Grissom said at once.
"Why?" Brass asked, "from what Caryn told us, he is extremely dangerous."
Caryn closed her eyes and sighed. She kept her eyes closed for three seconds before opening them. She looked calmly at Brass, her expression non-emotional and calm. "If it makes you happy, if we have to arrest this guy, we will bring in SWAT, the feds, and the CIA to get him," she said.
"We will?" Grissom asked, he leaned back in the chair, "and I thought I was the boss."
"You are," Caryn said, her green eyes flashing. "But be reasonable for once Grissom," she said, everyone straightened in their chairs, waiting for Caryn to get yelled at. Caryn looked right into Grissom's eyes. "This man is far too dangerous to arrest ourselves, we might as well chain ourselves to a bomb and set it off saying, `no, I won't be killed'. This guy is undoubtedly armed and ready to kill, he has all ready shown that he is able to carry out a very difficult and brilliant plan with the gun in the bush," she said, then she sat down slowly. The room was silent before Sara spoke up.
"She's right you know," Sara said, "we can do a lot without feds on our back but with a blood thirsty killer like this we might as well point a gun to our heads and shoot."
"Ok, if we arrest him, we call the feds, since we all think that is the way to go, even if I am not happy about it," Grissom said, everyone in the room sighed with relief.
"Caryn, one question," Brass said.
Caryn looked up, "yes, Brass," she said in a venom sweet voice.
"How do you know so much about Shorting?"
"His last killing spree was in DC, I helped investigate the murder of a fed," she said. "Now, what else do we have evidence wise?" she asked Sara, quickly turning the topic of conversation.
"The usual. Fingerprints, footprints, DNA, and now, your profile," Sara said.
"And our only suspect is a mystery man," Warrick said. "Where do we go from here?"
"Where the evidence takes us," Caryn said softly.
"And where would that be, Caryn?" Grissom asked. Caryn looked over to him and smiled.
"Back to the scene of the crime," she said, her eyes drifted to a picture of the crime scene on the table.
"Let's go," Catherine said, standing up.
"Who's going where?" Sara asked.
"Well there are three victims and six of us," Grissom said.
"So two people per crime scene," Nick said.
"Ah, look, Nicky learned how to count," Sara said mockingly. Nick stoke his tong out at her."
"Now that was extremely juvenile," Caryn said. Grissom ignored the entire scene.
"Warrick, go with Sara; go to the last scene. Nick, go with Catherine; go to the second scene. And Caryn, come with me," Grissom said. "And don't forget your kits, there could still be evidence we have overlooked," he pointed out.
"Yes, dad," Nick said.
"Someone has had way to much coffee," Caryn said.
"He only had six cups," Sara said mockingly.
"Only serves to prove my point," Caryn said, following Grissom out the door.