Title: Driven Insane
Author: Dreamer In Disguise
Disclaimer: We all know the drill...
Author's Note: Chapter Two. Soon, we'll start to see some romance. You wait. By the way, I changed a couple things in the intro, and chapter one. You may wanna go read those.
Chapter Rating: PG-13...for language, and semi-descriptive gore.
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Chapter Two: No Time For Love Yet
"Whoa..." Marah glanced around. "This is creepy..." there was a dead body in the middle of a very large field, surrounded by a huge pool of blood, which bad sank into the sand, and was starting to fade. "I feel like I'm on a cop show..."
"Yeah, the first few times, I felt like that too...but you get used to it..." Sara explained, pushing some dark-chestnut hair out of her face, and following Grissom to the body.
"Oh, I know it's very real...I'm just kinda weirded out right now..." Marah followed Sara and Grissom, examining the scenery around her. "Hey..." she called their attention. "A semi-fresh tire-track..." she pointed to the ground. "I don't know if it's relevant...but..."
Sara walked up to Marah. "Good work..." she took out her camera, and took a picture of the tire-track. "Check for more, will you?" she asked, taking a few more pictures, and zooming in more every time.
Marah beamed with pride in herself. She snapped on a pair of rubber gloves, picked up her evidence bag, and searched the area as she approached the body. "Hmm..." she knelt down and picked up a shell casing from the ground. "9mm?" she asked herself, examining the bullet. "Yup...9mm..." she marked the ground where she found the bullet, and brought the bullet to Grissom. "Hey, Detective Grissom..." she held out the bullet. "Check this out..."
Grissom looked at the bullet. "Where'd you find that?"
"I marked it...right there..." Marah pointed to a blue marker she had set onto the ground. "Blue ones are for bullets, right?"
Grissom nodded with a smile. "You're doing great...put it in the evidence bag..."
Sara smiled. "You got Griss to smile...good work, Marah..." she nodded. "By the way...I saw the chemistry between you and Greggo earlier..."
"Greggo?" Marah thought that she meant Greg, but she wasn't sure.
"Lab guy..." Sara explained.
"What chemistry?" Marah asked. "I barely know the guy!"
"You can't hide it..." Sara shook her head. "Believe me...I tried to with Grissom...it didn't work..."
Marah grinned. As soon as she got home, she had to call Destiny. But for now, she had to investigate. She wanted to make a GOOD impression, not one of a slacker. She searched for more evidence, with a little bit of a spring in her step. After collecting evidence for awhile, Marah realized there was nothing more to do there. "Ok, so, I think we've established that the shooter was right here..." Marah stood over a black marker. "And the bullet landed way over there..." she pointed about fifty feet in front of her, to the blue marker. "So...if he was standing up straight, the bullet would have only entered his leg..."
"So, either there was another shot fired, or this poor shmo didn't die of the gunshot..." Sara shook her head. "I suppose Dr. Robbins will have to explain the rest..."
"We've got everything we need for now, then..." Grissom closed his evidence bag. "Back to the lab, to process it..."
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Greg's eye was shoved as closely into a microscope as it would go without actually touching it. He was basically dead to the world, listening to his Metallica CD, and all of a sudden he felt a tap on his shoulder. "DUDE!" he jumped, hitting his eye on the microscope. "Don't do that! Want me to lose an eye?"
Marah laughed. "No, I'm sorry...I'd just shouted 'YO GREG' about three times, and you just sat there staring into the microscope and ignoring me..." she pushed some blonde hair out of her eyes.
"Oh...sorry..." he grinned, embarrassed. "What's up?"
"Grissom wanted me to help you process this...actually, he wanted Sara to, but she decided that it was best if I help you..." Marah put the evidence bag on the table. "Grissom put up the argument that 'Two young kids shouldn't be working on evidence alone together...' and Sara just put that out of his mind." She shook her head. "What were you looking at, that required so much of your eye, anyway?"
"Oh, it was just something for the case with Warrick and Nick...some really freaky mold that Warrick found in the Morril's wall..." Greg shrugged, expecting Marah to be grossed out.
"Oh cool!" Marah knelt over the microscope. "Whoa...it looks like something outta Star Trek...and whoa...! Is that hair? Was it growing for that long?" she grinned.
Greg smiled. The type of girl who had always made fun of him for spending all of his time around science was actually enjoying it with him.
"Anyway..." Marah looked up from the microscope. "About this evidence...uh...oh yeah...Grissom told me to bring this bullet to Archie, but I have no idea who that is...so..."
"Here, I'll take it...just get all the evidence spread on the table..." Greg nodded, turning the music down. "I'll be right back..."
Marah sat in an office chair, and was taking all the evidence out of her bag. 'Thank you, Sara...' she thought, looking at a picture of tire-tracks. 'Geez, Sara is good with that camera...' she looked closely at the tread. "Is that...a Firestone?" she asked, looking closer.
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"Yeah, Archie...Grissom wanted the new girl to bring this to you, but she had no idea who you are," Greg chuckled, setting the bullet on the table.
"And of course, being the gentleman you are, you offered to bring it for her, right?" Archie asked. "What, is she hot or something?"
Greg ignored that last comment, and left the room. He muttered a 'hell yes' to himself once he was far enough from the room, and started to walk back to the lab. He opened the door a little, and smiled when he saw Marah, drumming her fingers on the table to System of A Down's 'Aerials.' He watched her for a second, then once the song was over, he tapped her on the shoulder. "I love that song, too..."
Marah looked over her shoulder at Greg, and blushed. "Uh...oh...hey Greg..." she grinned. "I'm so sorry..."
"Don't be..." Greg smiled. "It's great to see someone human for a change!" he reassured her. "Griss and Warrick are so work oriented, you'd think it'd melt them into a puddle to relax, stop and say 'hi' once in their lifetime..." he sat next to her, and looked at the table. "Nick, Sara and Cath...they're nice, but they also think I'm the lab geek from the planet weird..." he explained.
Marah smirked. "Thankfully, it was you that walked in just then, and not Grissom...if it was him, I'd be out of a job so fast it'd make your head spin..." she snickered, putting a picture back onto the table.
"Nah, I'd save your job. I don't wanna be the only weirdo left..." Greg winked.
"I get to be a weirdo? To whom do I owe this honor?" she asked, with a grin.
"Me!" Greg flashed her a toothy smile.
"Well then, thank you, Mr. Weirdo..." she winked.
He cleared his throat, feeling a crush starting to develop. "So...uh...what's the theory on the John Doe?"
Marah shrugged. "There are a couple theories...Grissom's is that he was tortured. Shot, then left to bleed for awhile, then the killer stabbed him to death...Sara's is that he stabbed himself, then someone else shot him to put him out of his misery, but they were shaking so bad that they missed..." she shrugged. "Sara's is a little far fetched, if you ask me...Griss' is possible, but wanna hear my theory?"
Greg chuckled at the unlikely theory Sara had developed. "Sure...I'm hoping it's a little more realistic..."
"I think..." Marah took out a piece of paper. "The killer stabbed him...in this area..." she drew a circle in a piece of paper, then a blob in the middle, representing a body. "Cause the body was found here..." she explained. "Then, after the guy had fallen down, dead, the shooter backed up a few steps, like an idiot..." she drew a dot where the killer had been standing. "And shot Mr. Doe, and the bullet landed right here..." she drew another dot. "People are so sick..."
"Are you sure you're not a Grissom?" Greg asked, sincerely. "That's brilliant..."
Marah shrugged. "I just went by the information that was there..."
Author: Dreamer In Disguise
Disclaimer: We all know the drill...
Author's Note: Chapter Two. Soon, we'll start to see some romance. You wait. By the way, I changed a couple things in the intro, and chapter one. You may wanna go read those.
Chapter Rating: PG-13...for language, and semi-descriptive gore.
~~
Chapter Two: No Time For Love Yet
"Whoa..." Marah glanced around. "This is creepy..." there was a dead body in the middle of a very large field, surrounded by a huge pool of blood, which bad sank into the sand, and was starting to fade. "I feel like I'm on a cop show..."
"Yeah, the first few times, I felt like that too...but you get used to it..." Sara explained, pushing some dark-chestnut hair out of her face, and following Grissom to the body.
"Oh, I know it's very real...I'm just kinda weirded out right now..." Marah followed Sara and Grissom, examining the scenery around her. "Hey..." she called their attention. "A semi-fresh tire-track..." she pointed to the ground. "I don't know if it's relevant...but..."
Sara walked up to Marah. "Good work..." she took out her camera, and took a picture of the tire-track. "Check for more, will you?" she asked, taking a few more pictures, and zooming in more every time.
Marah beamed with pride in herself. She snapped on a pair of rubber gloves, picked up her evidence bag, and searched the area as she approached the body. "Hmm..." she knelt down and picked up a shell casing from the ground. "9mm?" she asked herself, examining the bullet. "Yup...9mm..." she marked the ground where she found the bullet, and brought the bullet to Grissom. "Hey, Detective Grissom..." she held out the bullet. "Check this out..."
Grissom looked at the bullet. "Where'd you find that?"
"I marked it...right there..." Marah pointed to a blue marker she had set onto the ground. "Blue ones are for bullets, right?"
Grissom nodded with a smile. "You're doing great...put it in the evidence bag..."
Sara smiled. "You got Griss to smile...good work, Marah..." she nodded. "By the way...I saw the chemistry between you and Greggo earlier..."
"Greggo?" Marah thought that she meant Greg, but she wasn't sure.
"Lab guy..." Sara explained.
"What chemistry?" Marah asked. "I barely know the guy!"
"You can't hide it..." Sara shook her head. "Believe me...I tried to with Grissom...it didn't work..."
Marah grinned. As soon as she got home, she had to call Destiny. But for now, she had to investigate. She wanted to make a GOOD impression, not one of a slacker. She searched for more evidence, with a little bit of a spring in her step. After collecting evidence for awhile, Marah realized there was nothing more to do there. "Ok, so, I think we've established that the shooter was right here..." Marah stood over a black marker. "And the bullet landed way over there..." she pointed about fifty feet in front of her, to the blue marker. "So...if he was standing up straight, the bullet would have only entered his leg..."
"So, either there was another shot fired, or this poor shmo didn't die of the gunshot..." Sara shook her head. "I suppose Dr. Robbins will have to explain the rest..."
"We've got everything we need for now, then..." Grissom closed his evidence bag. "Back to the lab, to process it..."
~~
Greg's eye was shoved as closely into a microscope as it would go without actually touching it. He was basically dead to the world, listening to his Metallica CD, and all of a sudden he felt a tap on his shoulder. "DUDE!" he jumped, hitting his eye on the microscope. "Don't do that! Want me to lose an eye?"
Marah laughed. "No, I'm sorry...I'd just shouted 'YO GREG' about three times, and you just sat there staring into the microscope and ignoring me..." she pushed some blonde hair out of her eyes.
"Oh...sorry..." he grinned, embarrassed. "What's up?"
"Grissom wanted me to help you process this...actually, he wanted Sara to, but she decided that it was best if I help you..." Marah put the evidence bag on the table. "Grissom put up the argument that 'Two young kids shouldn't be working on evidence alone together...' and Sara just put that out of his mind." She shook her head. "What were you looking at, that required so much of your eye, anyway?"
"Oh, it was just something for the case with Warrick and Nick...some really freaky mold that Warrick found in the Morril's wall..." Greg shrugged, expecting Marah to be grossed out.
"Oh cool!" Marah knelt over the microscope. "Whoa...it looks like something outta Star Trek...and whoa...! Is that hair? Was it growing for that long?" she grinned.
Greg smiled. The type of girl who had always made fun of him for spending all of his time around science was actually enjoying it with him.
"Anyway..." Marah looked up from the microscope. "About this evidence...uh...oh yeah...Grissom told me to bring this bullet to Archie, but I have no idea who that is...so..."
"Here, I'll take it...just get all the evidence spread on the table..." Greg nodded, turning the music down. "I'll be right back..."
Marah sat in an office chair, and was taking all the evidence out of her bag. 'Thank you, Sara...' she thought, looking at a picture of tire-tracks. 'Geez, Sara is good with that camera...' she looked closely at the tread. "Is that...a Firestone?" she asked, looking closer.
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"Yeah, Archie...Grissom wanted the new girl to bring this to you, but she had no idea who you are," Greg chuckled, setting the bullet on the table.
"And of course, being the gentleman you are, you offered to bring it for her, right?" Archie asked. "What, is she hot or something?"
Greg ignored that last comment, and left the room. He muttered a 'hell yes' to himself once he was far enough from the room, and started to walk back to the lab. He opened the door a little, and smiled when he saw Marah, drumming her fingers on the table to System of A Down's 'Aerials.' He watched her for a second, then once the song was over, he tapped her on the shoulder. "I love that song, too..."
Marah looked over her shoulder at Greg, and blushed. "Uh...oh...hey Greg..." she grinned. "I'm so sorry..."
"Don't be..." Greg smiled. "It's great to see someone human for a change!" he reassured her. "Griss and Warrick are so work oriented, you'd think it'd melt them into a puddle to relax, stop and say 'hi' once in their lifetime..." he sat next to her, and looked at the table. "Nick, Sara and Cath...they're nice, but they also think I'm the lab geek from the planet weird..." he explained.
Marah smirked. "Thankfully, it was you that walked in just then, and not Grissom...if it was him, I'd be out of a job so fast it'd make your head spin..." she snickered, putting a picture back onto the table.
"Nah, I'd save your job. I don't wanna be the only weirdo left..." Greg winked.
"I get to be a weirdo? To whom do I owe this honor?" she asked, with a grin.
"Me!" Greg flashed her a toothy smile.
"Well then, thank you, Mr. Weirdo..." she winked.
He cleared his throat, feeling a crush starting to develop. "So...uh...what's the theory on the John Doe?"
Marah shrugged. "There are a couple theories...Grissom's is that he was tortured. Shot, then left to bleed for awhile, then the killer stabbed him to death...Sara's is that he stabbed himself, then someone else shot him to put him out of his misery, but they were shaking so bad that they missed..." she shrugged. "Sara's is a little far fetched, if you ask me...Griss' is possible, but wanna hear my theory?"
Greg chuckled at the unlikely theory Sara had developed. "Sure...I'm hoping it's a little more realistic..."
"I think..." Marah took out a piece of paper. "The killer stabbed him...in this area..." she drew a circle in a piece of paper, then a blob in the middle, representing a body. "Cause the body was found here..." she explained. "Then, after the guy had fallen down, dead, the shooter backed up a few steps, like an idiot..." she drew a dot where the killer had been standing. "And shot Mr. Doe, and the bullet landed right here..." she drew another dot. "People are so sick..."
"Are you sure you're not a Grissom?" Greg asked, sincerely. "That's brilliant..."
Marah shrugged. "I just went by the information that was there..."