Ok, that chapter was weird, I admit it. And I can't think of any nonsense comments, so read.
Chapter 7
At the lab
The entire group was in the meeting area pouring over the new evidence. Even detective Brass was there. The evidence was all laid out on the table.
"So, everyone found these little pieces of paper at each crime scene," Brass said.
"Yes, they are tied up like notes with little bits of what we think is twine," Grissom said.
"We should take them down to the lab immediately for testing," Brass said.
"No!" Caryn said suddenly, she got up from the chair she was sitting in.
"Why not Caryn?" Nick asked.
Caryn smiled at him, "because the killer put these there for a reason. He wants us to read them," she said.
"How are we supposed to read them?" Sara asked.
Caryn gave her a look. Caryn put on a pair of gloves and before anyone could stop her picked one of the notes up. "Like this," she said, undoing the delicate bow.
"Why'd you do that?" Grissom said, standing up quickly, he had lost his temper with her and was now yelling. Caryn turned and looked at him, she had not unraveled the piece of paper.
"Because I myself personally took pictures of these things from all angles and the writing, if there is any, could be an important part in this investigation," she said, she too was now yelling and looking directly into Grissom's eyes. Brass and the others drew back a little bit.
"We still should have tested them first," Grissom said.
"No, we shouldn't have," Caryn said.
"And why not?" asked Grissom.
"Because, in my experience, the killers write softly in special ink, so that during some tests the ink disappears and we no longer have the writing," Caryn said. Grissom, looking defeated, sat down.
"Damn, did she just win over Grissom in an argument?" Warrick silently asked Sara.
"Yeah, in a big way," Sara whispered back. Catherine gave them a look to silence them.
"Fine then, Caryn," Grissom said coldly, "why don't you read this message to us."
Caryn gave him a little fuck you look with a smile and opened up the `note'. "Short cuts, small cuts, slim cuts, fat cuts," she read, then she stopped.
"Well," said Grissom.
"That's it," Caryn said, Nick handed her another one. "Thank you," she said nicely. She opened that one. "Screams burn the night air and death melts the soul," she read. She reached out her hand for the third one; Sara handed it to her. "Long cuts, big cuts. Deep cuts. Shallow cuts," she looked up again. Everyone looked at her. "What? That's it," she said. She walked over and handed the papers to Grissom, with their piece of twine. "Take a picture of the writing for me, then you can do whatever you want with them," she said.
"Thank you," Grissom said very coldly.
"It's weird though," Caryn said.
"What?" Catherine asked.
"He was writing a poem, but he skipped over some of it," Caryn said. "Oh my god," she said, her face was pale.
"What? Are you sick?" Grissom asked, rushing over to help her (he was closest).
"No, I'm not sick," Caryn said, "but thanks for caring."
"Than what is it?" Catherine asked.
"I just realized something," Caryn said.
"What?" Catherine said.
"There has been another murder," Caryn said.
Chapter 7
At the lab
The entire group was in the meeting area pouring over the new evidence. Even detective Brass was there. The evidence was all laid out on the table.
"So, everyone found these little pieces of paper at each crime scene," Brass said.
"Yes, they are tied up like notes with little bits of what we think is twine," Grissom said.
"We should take them down to the lab immediately for testing," Brass said.
"No!" Caryn said suddenly, she got up from the chair she was sitting in.
"Why not Caryn?" Nick asked.
Caryn smiled at him, "because the killer put these there for a reason. He wants us to read them," she said.
"How are we supposed to read them?" Sara asked.
Caryn gave her a look. Caryn put on a pair of gloves and before anyone could stop her picked one of the notes up. "Like this," she said, undoing the delicate bow.
"Why'd you do that?" Grissom said, standing up quickly, he had lost his temper with her and was now yelling. Caryn turned and looked at him, she had not unraveled the piece of paper.
"Because I myself personally took pictures of these things from all angles and the writing, if there is any, could be an important part in this investigation," she said, she too was now yelling and looking directly into Grissom's eyes. Brass and the others drew back a little bit.
"We still should have tested them first," Grissom said.
"No, we shouldn't have," Caryn said.
"And why not?" asked Grissom.
"Because, in my experience, the killers write softly in special ink, so that during some tests the ink disappears and we no longer have the writing," Caryn said. Grissom, looking defeated, sat down.
"Damn, did she just win over Grissom in an argument?" Warrick silently asked Sara.
"Yeah, in a big way," Sara whispered back. Catherine gave them a look to silence them.
"Fine then, Caryn," Grissom said coldly, "why don't you read this message to us."
Caryn gave him a little fuck you look with a smile and opened up the `note'. "Short cuts, small cuts, slim cuts, fat cuts," she read, then she stopped.
"Well," said Grissom.
"That's it," Caryn said, Nick handed her another one. "Thank you," she said nicely. She opened that one. "Screams burn the night air and death melts the soul," she read. She reached out her hand for the third one; Sara handed it to her. "Long cuts, big cuts. Deep cuts. Shallow cuts," she looked up again. Everyone looked at her. "What? That's it," she said. She walked over and handed the papers to Grissom, with their piece of twine. "Take a picture of the writing for me, then you can do whatever you want with them," she said.
"Thank you," Grissom said very coldly.
"It's weird though," Caryn said.
"What?" Catherine asked.
"He was writing a poem, but he skipped over some of it," Caryn said. "Oh my god," she said, her face was pale.
"What? Are you sick?" Grissom asked, rushing over to help her (he was closest).
"No, I'm not sick," Caryn said, "but thanks for caring."
"Than what is it?" Catherine asked.
"I just realized something," Caryn said.
"What?" Catherine said.
"There has been another murder," Caryn said.