I'm sorry! I know that the story has gotten slow, but my ideas are running low. The story is going to pick up and get fast in the next couple of chapters. I am going a big upload this time so that I can get to the more interesting parts.
Chapter 8
The room went into an uproar. Everyone was out of their feet in a second.
"What do you mean another murder?"
"How do you know this?"
"Who, and why don't we know?"
"Oh my god?"
The questions were coming at Caryn extremely fast; she couldn't even understand most of them. Caryn calmly took a sip from her water bottle and sat down. She sat there quietly for a few minutes until everyone else settled down again.
"Caryn," Grissom calmly asked, "what do you mean another murder?"
"Look at the facts, Grissom," Caryn said. "At scene one, we got the first part of the poem, the small cuts one. At the second scene we got line two, long cuts, big cuts. But at scene three we got another part of the verse, screams, etc. This all points to the fact that there was at least one more murder of this nature between scene two and three."
"You're right, the facts do add up," Grissom said. "All we need are the bodies."
Caryn started tapping the table. "Can we check if there were any murders of this nature in a surrounding area? In a, I'd say, 100 mile radius. And also see if any crimes like this were assigned to other parts of the CSI by mistake?" she asked, a puzzled frown on her face.
"You know, I can do that," Brass said, "in fact, I'll start now." Brass quickly left the room; Caryn nodded.
"We also need to see if we can tell if there is a pattern," Caryn said. "Like if the murders took place in a line or in a pattern and if the dates are of some importance."
"What are you saying?" Grissom asked.
"I am saying that I want all these murders to be marked on a map, with the name, address, and date of murder of it," Caryn said.
"We can do that!" Sara exclaimed, motioning to Catherine. The two women left the room quickly, Caryn stared at them, she looked confused.
"I also want to know of any similarities in evidence, fingerprints matching, hair samples, etc.," Caryn said.
"Nick and I'll do that," Warrick said, he and Nick left the room.
"Why do I think that they are avoiding us?" Caryn asked.
"They probably are. I rarely ever argue with a coworker," Grissom said. Caryn laughed and shook her head. She went over to her chair and picked up her jacket.
"Well I have work to do," she said, and she exited.
"I guess that I will go look at body parts with Robbins," Grissom said to himself, he exited.
Grissom was walking down the hall when he heard someone talking on the phone, it was Caryn.
"Yes, they are acting as we thought they would. No, they do not suspect anything. Ma'am, everything is going according to plan. I almost have him!"
Grissom stopped listening and walked off normally, hoping that he would not get caught. What is she involved in? He asked himself. I'll find out. Than Grissom finally reached the coroners.
"Ah, there you are Grissom, I was about to page you," Robbins said, meeting him at the door.
"Well, here I am," Grissom said, "what do you need?"
"Come look at this, I found something unusual on the bodies, uh, body parts, that you gave me," Robbins said.
"What?" Grissom asked.
"Come look," Robbins said, showing Grissom the parts of `Paul Sunnington'. "Look at these," he said.
"They're cuts," Grissom said.
"Not just any cuts, small cuts," Robbins said.
"These aren't what you would get on a normal day though," Grissom said.
"Exactly, they were made by a knife, like he was cutting himself."
"Or being cut," Grissom said, cutting Al off.
"Precisely," said a woman's voice from behind them, they turned around, it was Caryn.
"What do you mean?" Grissom asked.
"Short cuts, small cuts, slim cuts, fat cuts," she said, reciting the killer's poem.
"Ok, but what does that mean?" Grissom asked.
"It's all part of his ritual," Caryn says, coming over and looking at the pieces of the body. "He cuts them slowly, like in the poem, with shallow cuts like these," she said, pointing to the cuts. "Then he hears the person scream, then, to end his ritual, he takes them to their home and kills them."
"And how do you come to this conclusion?" Grissom asked.
"Because, look at the cuts, they started scabbing over, this only happens before death. This means that the person had to have been cut awhile before he was killed, plus, he had carpet fibers on him that didn't match the color of any fibers in his house, car, or office. I'm sure that we'll find the same fibers on the other victims, or at least one," she said.
"Grissom, who is this bright young woman?" Al asked cautiously.
"She's the profiler, a new member to the team," Grissom said, he didn't even look up from the body parts.
"Pleased to meet you, miss, uh." Robbins said, not sure of her name.
"Caryn, Caryn McGon, McCannon," she corrected herself so quickly that only Grissom could really hear it. How could she mess her own name up? He asked himself, but he shrugged it off.
"I am Al Robbins, the coroner," Al said, shaking her hand, Caryn smiled at him, but it seemed forced.
"It's very nice to meet you," she said.
"Al, have you seen those files on Alberton, Kate?" a young man asked, walking into the room.
"Andi, they're on top of the filing cabinet where you put them," Al said. Grissom looked over at Caryn to ask her to move (so he could look at the man's right arm); he noticed all the color had drained from her face. That's weird Grissom thought. Al turned back to them. "Grissom, Caryn, have you met Andrew Reredrum?" he asked.
"No, we have never met," Grissom said.
"Yes," Caryn said, everyone stared at her; she put her hand over her mouth to shut herself up.
"Ha, you caught yourself in that one, Caryn," Andrew said, laughing. Caryn gave him an I am going to kill you look. "Whoa girlie, don't kill me with one of your looks," he joked. He turned to Grissom. "Hi, I'm Andi, Al's assistant," he said.
"Hello Andi," Grissom said, shaking his hand. Andi had light blond hair and blue eyes. His haircut made him look like a mushroom. Caryn was looking at him with distaste and like she couldn't wait to get out of the room. She took a step back as if to leave the room but before she could, Al stepped in.
"So, where do you two know each other?" he asked. Caryn and Andi both looked helplessly at each other. Andi opened his mouth to speak, but Caryn spoke first.
"We dated awhile, back in college," she said. Grissom almost fell over laughing. No wonder she hates him! Boy, I can't wait to tell the others this little tidbit of information, he thought. His thoughts were interrupted by a beeper. Caryn looked down and saw that it was hers
"Listen," Caryn said, everyone looked at her, "I would love to stay and chat about embarrassing past moments but Sara and Catherine need me." Caryn started to leave the room but turned around before she got to the door. "Andi, if I hear of one word from your big mouth about us I will be after you," she said. Andi went into a salute position.
"Yes ma'am!" he said. Caryn gave him a look and walked away.
"I have work, I'll talk to you later," Andi said, going farther into the coroner's lab until he disappeared.
"Why do I have a feeling that they are keeping something from us?" Grissom asked. Al shrugged.
"Probably because they are," he said.
"I wonder what?" Grissom said.
"You'll find out," said Al.
"You're right, I probably will," Grissom said, he turned back to the body parts. Caryn turned, stopped listening, and quietly ran out of the room.
Chapter 8
The room went into an uproar. Everyone was out of their feet in a second.
"What do you mean another murder?"
"How do you know this?"
"Who, and why don't we know?"
"Oh my god?"
The questions were coming at Caryn extremely fast; she couldn't even understand most of them. Caryn calmly took a sip from her water bottle and sat down. She sat there quietly for a few minutes until everyone else settled down again.
"Caryn," Grissom calmly asked, "what do you mean another murder?"
"Look at the facts, Grissom," Caryn said. "At scene one, we got the first part of the poem, the small cuts one. At the second scene we got line two, long cuts, big cuts. But at scene three we got another part of the verse, screams, etc. This all points to the fact that there was at least one more murder of this nature between scene two and three."
"You're right, the facts do add up," Grissom said. "All we need are the bodies."
Caryn started tapping the table. "Can we check if there were any murders of this nature in a surrounding area? In a, I'd say, 100 mile radius. And also see if any crimes like this were assigned to other parts of the CSI by mistake?" she asked, a puzzled frown on her face.
"You know, I can do that," Brass said, "in fact, I'll start now." Brass quickly left the room; Caryn nodded.
"We also need to see if we can tell if there is a pattern," Caryn said. "Like if the murders took place in a line or in a pattern and if the dates are of some importance."
"What are you saying?" Grissom asked.
"I am saying that I want all these murders to be marked on a map, with the name, address, and date of murder of it," Caryn said.
"We can do that!" Sara exclaimed, motioning to Catherine. The two women left the room quickly, Caryn stared at them, she looked confused.
"I also want to know of any similarities in evidence, fingerprints matching, hair samples, etc.," Caryn said.
"Nick and I'll do that," Warrick said, he and Nick left the room.
"Why do I think that they are avoiding us?" Caryn asked.
"They probably are. I rarely ever argue with a coworker," Grissom said. Caryn laughed and shook her head. She went over to her chair and picked up her jacket.
"Well I have work to do," she said, and she exited.
"I guess that I will go look at body parts with Robbins," Grissom said to himself, he exited.
Grissom was walking down the hall when he heard someone talking on the phone, it was Caryn.
"Yes, they are acting as we thought they would. No, they do not suspect anything. Ma'am, everything is going according to plan. I almost have him!"
Grissom stopped listening and walked off normally, hoping that he would not get caught. What is she involved in? He asked himself. I'll find out. Than Grissom finally reached the coroners.
"Ah, there you are Grissom, I was about to page you," Robbins said, meeting him at the door.
"Well, here I am," Grissom said, "what do you need?"
"Come look at this, I found something unusual on the bodies, uh, body parts, that you gave me," Robbins said.
"What?" Grissom asked.
"Come look," Robbins said, showing Grissom the parts of `Paul Sunnington'. "Look at these," he said.
"They're cuts," Grissom said.
"Not just any cuts, small cuts," Robbins said.
"These aren't what you would get on a normal day though," Grissom said.
"Exactly, they were made by a knife, like he was cutting himself."
"Or being cut," Grissom said, cutting Al off.
"Precisely," said a woman's voice from behind them, they turned around, it was Caryn.
"What do you mean?" Grissom asked.
"Short cuts, small cuts, slim cuts, fat cuts," she said, reciting the killer's poem.
"Ok, but what does that mean?" Grissom asked.
"It's all part of his ritual," Caryn says, coming over and looking at the pieces of the body. "He cuts them slowly, like in the poem, with shallow cuts like these," she said, pointing to the cuts. "Then he hears the person scream, then, to end his ritual, he takes them to their home and kills them."
"And how do you come to this conclusion?" Grissom asked.
"Because, look at the cuts, they started scabbing over, this only happens before death. This means that the person had to have been cut awhile before he was killed, plus, he had carpet fibers on him that didn't match the color of any fibers in his house, car, or office. I'm sure that we'll find the same fibers on the other victims, or at least one," she said.
"Grissom, who is this bright young woman?" Al asked cautiously.
"She's the profiler, a new member to the team," Grissom said, he didn't even look up from the body parts.
"Pleased to meet you, miss, uh." Robbins said, not sure of her name.
"Caryn, Caryn McGon, McCannon," she corrected herself so quickly that only Grissom could really hear it. How could she mess her own name up? He asked himself, but he shrugged it off.
"I am Al Robbins, the coroner," Al said, shaking her hand, Caryn smiled at him, but it seemed forced.
"It's very nice to meet you," she said.
"Al, have you seen those files on Alberton, Kate?" a young man asked, walking into the room.
"Andi, they're on top of the filing cabinet where you put them," Al said. Grissom looked over at Caryn to ask her to move (so he could look at the man's right arm); he noticed all the color had drained from her face. That's weird Grissom thought. Al turned back to them. "Grissom, Caryn, have you met Andrew Reredrum?" he asked.
"No, we have never met," Grissom said.
"Yes," Caryn said, everyone stared at her; she put her hand over her mouth to shut herself up.
"Ha, you caught yourself in that one, Caryn," Andrew said, laughing. Caryn gave him an I am going to kill you look. "Whoa girlie, don't kill me with one of your looks," he joked. He turned to Grissom. "Hi, I'm Andi, Al's assistant," he said.
"Hello Andi," Grissom said, shaking his hand. Andi had light blond hair and blue eyes. His haircut made him look like a mushroom. Caryn was looking at him with distaste and like she couldn't wait to get out of the room. She took a step back as if to leave the room but before she could, Al stepped in.
"So, where do you two know each other?" he asked. Caryn and Andi both looked helplessly at each other. Andi opened his mouth to speak, but Caryn spoke first.
"We dated awhile, back in college," she said. Grissom almost fell over laughing. No wonder she hates him! Boy, I can't wait to tell the others this little tidbit of information, he thought. His thoughts were interrupted by a beeper. Caryn looked down and saw that it was hers
"Listen," Caryn said, everyone looked at her, "I would love to stay and chat about embarrassing past moments but Sara and Catherine need me." Caryn started to leave the room but turned around before she got to the door. "Andi, if I hear of one word from your big mouth about us I will be after you," she said. Andi went into a salute position.
"Yes ma'am!" he said. Caryn gave him a look and walked away.
"I have work, I'll talk to you later," Andi said, going farther into the coroner's lab until he disappeared.
"Why do I have a feeling that they are keeping something from us?" Grissom asked. Al shrugged.
"Probably because they are," he said.
"I wonder what?" Grissom said.
"You'll find out," said Al.
"You're right, I probably will," Grissom said, he turned back to the body parts. Caryn turned, stopped listening, and quietly ran out of the room.