CSI fic.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters apart from George Green and Jill Young!!! =o)
A Killer is on the loose, and he's coming to Las Vegas. His name: George Green.
As for one of the CSI's, their past is about to catch up with them…
Warrick let himself into his apartment and flopped onto the sofa bed. It had been one long hard day and night working on a crime scene gathering evidence from far and wide, gathering more evidence, going back to the lab, and he was so tired he fell into a doze with his clothes on, knowing full well they would be creased by the next day and he'd have a sore back from the position he was lying in. Thoughts chased through his head, buzzing like bees and causing such a racket he gave up on sleeping and thought for a bit.
The latest case he was dealing with chilled him to the bone: a lone killer who stalked the (female) victim before cornering them in their bedroom and leaving them crucified on the bed. He shivered.
Something else was bugging him too: he didn't consider himself a loner, the CSI team were his work colleagues and the nearest things he had to buddies but they all seemed to be getting really close without him being needed or wanted: Cath and Nick worked mainly as a twosome these days and as for Sara and Grissom, he wasn't sure but he sensed something, some sort of pulse, or current, running between them leaving him short circuited, puzzled and bemused.
Warrick stopped his thinking right there before he started imagining things that were not, so instead he stretched his arm out and reached for the remote control, then flicked on the T.V. It was a news bulletin on CNN:
"Reports have been confirmed that George Green, a convicted killer has escaped from the New York City jail he was serving life imprisonment in, for the murder of Jill Young, a former classmate, in 1994…." The rest was lost to Warrick but as soon as the name George Green had been uttered, he had jumped up alert and awake. If before the thoughts had chased around his head like bees, they were now swarming and multiplying….
Ok tell me what you think, this is my first CSI fic so R&R plz!! Be gentle…..
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters apart from George Green and Jill Young!!! =o)
A Killer is on the loose, and he's coming to Las Vegas. His name: George Green.
As for one of the CSI's, their past is about to catch up with them…
Warrick let himself into his apartment and flopped onto the sofa bed. It had been one long hard day and night working on a crime scene gathering evidence from far and wide, gathering more evidence, going back to the lab, and he was so tired he fell into a doze with his clothes on, knowing full well they would be creased by the next day and he'd have a sore back from the position he was lying in. Thoughts chased through his head, buzzing like bees and causing such a racket he gave up on sleeping and thought for a bit.
The latest case he was dealing with chilled him to the bone: a lone killer who stalked the (female) victim before cornering them in their bedroom and leaving them crucified on the bed. He shivered.
Something else was bugging him too: he didn't consider himself a loner, the CSI team were his work colleagues and the nearest things he had to buddies but they all seemed to be getting really close without him being needed or wanted: Cath and Nick worked mainly as a twosome these days and as for Sara and Grissom, he wasn't sure but he sensed something, some sort of pulse, or current, running between them leaving him short circuited, puzzled and bemused.
Warrick stopped his thinking right there before he started imagining things that were not, so instead he stretched his arm out and reached for the remote control, then flicked on the T.V. It was a news bulletin on CNN:
"Reports have been confirmed that George Green, a convicted killer has escaped from the New York City jail he was serving life imprisonment in, for the murder of Jill Young, a former classmate, in 1994…." The rest was lost to Warrick but as soon as the name George Green had been uttered, he had jumped up alert and awake. If before the thoughts had chased around his head like bees, they were now swarming and multiplying….
Ok tell me what you think, this is my first CSI fic so R&R plz!! Be gentle…..