Title: Driven Insane
Author: Dreamer In Disguise
Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah...
Author's Note: Chapter Three...the good stuff is coming.
Chapter Rating: PG-13...for possible language, and gore.
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Chapter Three: Point For The Young Ones
Marah and Greg were laughing at a joke the radio DJ had just made about Hanson. "Oh, man! I remember...in like...1997, I was obsessed with them..." Marah stuck her tongue out.
"Nasty!" Greg shuddered. "What do you like now?"
"System of a Down, Linkin Park, Hoobastank, Incubus, Christina Aguilera..." Marah recited her favorite bands and singers.
"You lost me at Christina..." Greg shook his head, with his lip curled. "She may be hot, but poppy crap irritates me..."
"Yeah, yeah...you're a guy, that's for sure. I think she has the most amazing voice in the world. What I wouldn't give for that type of voice..." she leaned against her chair, almost tipping over. "Whoa...ok...bad move, Marah...leaning back in lab chairs can be lethal..."
Greg laughed. "It's ok, usually I wouldn't catch myself, and I'd knock down a couple beakers..."
Sara poked her head into the room. "Marah...?" she asked, unable to hear herself over Greg and Marah's laughter, and the blaring of Linkin Park in the background. "MARAH!" she yelled.
Marah jumped, while leaning back, and fell onto the floor. "Like that, Greg?" she asked, tilting her head. Back, thankful that she hadn't knocked over any beakers.
"Basically..." Greg chuckled.
"Yeah, Sara?" Marah looked up.
"Dr. Robbins needs to talk to you in the examination room..." Sara explained.
"Also known as...the mortuary?" Marah asked. "If I knew where that was, I'd go..."
"Next hallway...fourth door down the left," Sara explained. "I tried to go myself, but he said he needed to see you..."
Greg sighed. "I'll look this over, Marah..." he told her.
"I'll be right back..." Marah left, and headed toward the mortuary.
Sara was about to leave, but Greg called her attention. "Sara...I have a question..." he called her attention.
"What's up?" Sara returned to the room, knowing already what Greg was going to ask.
"Should I ask Marah out?" he asked, doing something very un-Greg-like, and getting right to the point.
"Whoa...serious Greggo?" Sara grinned, mocking Greg. "No dawdling today?"
"What can I say? She's a lot like me..." he explained with a shrug.
"Uh oh...maybe I should have Griss call Mulder and Scully..." Sara was having fun with Greg, as he was being serious.
"If you're not gonna answer, I can ask Cath..." he sighed, looking back down at the evidence.
"Ask her out, yes..." Sara chuckled a little. "Bring her somewhere you can both enjoy...the arcade? Laser-tag? Paint balling?"
"Ooh...laser-tag...I'll ask her for Saturday..." he nodded. "Thanks, Sara..."
"No prob, Greg..." she rolled her eyes, and left.
~~
"And the shooter was here..." Marah explained, redrawing the diagram she'd drawn for Greg, only this time for Dr. Robbins.
"So, if your scenario is the case, the bullet wouldn't have killed him..." Dr. Robbins smiled at the new Detective's quickness. "There must've been another assault, right?"
"Exactly..." she nodded.
"Well then, I think I found where it was..." Dr. Robbins lifted the sheet from the body.
At first Marah was a little sickened by the sight of the decaying flesh, and the deep incisions all over the body, but she figured she needed to get used to it. She reached for a pair of rubber gloves, snapped them on, and pointed to an incision on the guy's neck. "That one?" she asked, trying not to inhale the smell of the dead.
"I think there's a piece of whatever weapon was used, might still be in there, but we need to use a wound-mold to get it out..." Dr. Robbins explained. "We got part of it out..."
"Let's try to get the last piece...then I can examine it easier..." she set the bag on the table.
"Whoever hired you, Detective McGuire, deserves a very large promotion..." Dr. Robbins smiled, taking out a bag of a clayish-substance.
"Thanks..." she smiled. 'That must be the wound-mold...' she assumed. "Uh...by the way...do we have an ID on the vic yet?"
"No, we're working on that..." he clarified.
*
After waiting for the wound-mold to dry, Dr. Robbins pulled it out, and what Marah saw surprised her deeply. "Uh...is that a piece of a silver tooth?"
"I don't know...maybe...take it to Grissom...he'll investigate that more..." Dr. Robbins explained.
"Ok..." she smiled. "Thanks, Dr. Robbins..."
~~
"So," Marah explained to Greg, while walking to bring the silver-tooth to Grissom. "We think, like I said, he was shot post-mortem."
Greg held his hand out. "Can I see that?"
She set it in his hand. "It's a piece of a silver tooth, I think..."
"How could a piece of silver tooth get into a wound on someone's stomach?" Greg shuddered.
"There is a gross, sickening, blechish possibility..." Marah shuddered at the thought.
"Cannibalism?" Greg's lip curled, in sickness.
"But, Dr. Robbins didn't say anything about that...maybe vampirism?" Marah asked, still shuddering. "It is around Halloween, and some people are real sickos..."
Greg's jaw dropped, as he opened the door to Grissom's office. "That's gross..."
"What's gross?" Grissom asked, with a curious look at Marah and Greg.
"I think the John Doe case might be partially vampirism..." Marah explained. "Dr. Robbins found this in a stab wound in his neck..."
Grissom held his hand out for the bag. "Silver? A silver tooth?"
"That's what I thought..." Marah nodded. "Maybe you should check to be sure?"
"Sure..." Grissom nodded.
Greg was still sickened by the thought of vampirism, so he slowly followed Marah back to the examination room. "Don't vampires live in, like, castles or something?"
"Common misconception, actually..." Marah shook her head. "I researched this for my random project my junior year in high school..." she explained. "They actually live among us...it's a choice of life, really, not a freakish birth-thing, as many people think it is..."
Greg shook his head, in disbelief. "This is definitely gonna be a weird one..."
Marah chuckled. Greg was squeamish! That's why he only investigated when no one else was available. "How can you be so squeamish, and be a lab guy? Half of the stuff you see is worse that some of the stuff I will..."
"I'm not really squeamish, only over blood..." Greg explained. "I hate the sight of blood...it makes me wanna spew..."
Marah shook her head again, as they entered the lab again. "You mean like this?" she asked, picking up a beaker of blood.
"Don't!" Greg turned his head, and put his hand up into the air, signaling for Marah to stop.
"Aw, poor Greg!" Marah set the beaker down, and laughed a little. She sat in her chair, and tipped over backward again.
Greg turned back around and saw that she had fallen. He burst out laughing. "You're more like me that I thought!"
Marah stood back up. "I'm warning you, Sanders..." she approached him, and pushed him slightly.
"Not in the lab...we don't want Griss to come in and kill us..." Greg sat down.
"You know, these lab coats are pains in the butt..." Marah removed her lab coat, and sat in the chair.
"You really want Griss to kill you?" he asked, throwing the coat back on her shoulders. "Just leave it on..."
Marah sighed. "Fine!"
They sat there for thirty seconds in silence, then Greg swallowed his nerves, and looked up at her. "Hey, what are you doing Saturday?"
"Uh..." she thought for ten seconds. 'Saturday is my day off...thank you, God...' she told herself. "Nothing, why?"
"Oh, cause I'm going to play Laser-Tag, and I kinda don't wanna go alone...the robot partners always win..." he dawdled nervously around the point. "And I was kinda wondering...you wanna come with?" he prayed for a yes in his mind.
"I LOVE Laser-Tag!" Marah grinned. "But I can't go without my brother and sister...they love it too..." she sighed.
"Bring them!" Greg didn't care, as long as Marah was there.
"Yon don't want that...you don't know Lizzie and Matt..." Marah warned Greg.
"I don't care..." he shrugged.
"You will when you meet them..." Marah's eyes widened. "What do you say to coming to hang out with me and a couple of my friends tomorrow before work?"
Greg smiled. "That'd be great...where?"
"At the park..." she smiled. She liked him, and it was clear to her now.
Author: Dreamer In Disguise
Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah...
Author's Note: Chapter Three...the good stuff is coming.
Chapter Rating: PG-13...for possible language, and gore.
~~
Chapter Three: Point For The Young Ones
Marah and Greg were laughing at a joke the radio DJ had just made about Hanson. "Oh, man! I remember...in like...1997, I was obsessed with them..." Marah stuck her tongue out.
"Nasty!" Greg shuddered. "What do you like now?"
"System of a Down, Linkin Park, Hoobastank, Incubus, Christina Aguilera..." Marah recited her favorite bands and singers.
"You lost me at Christina..." Greg shook his head, with his lip curled. "She may be hot, but poppy crap irritates me..."
"Yeah, yeah...you're a guy, that's for sure. I think she has the most amazing voice in the world. What I wouldn't give for that type of voice..." she leaned against her chair, almost tipping over. "Whoa...ok...bad move, Marah...leaning back in lab chairs can be lethal..."
Greg laughed. "It's ok, usually I wouldn't catch myself, and I'd knock down a couple beakers..."
Sara poked her head into the room. "Marah...?" she asked, unable to hear herself over Greg and Marah's laughter, and the blaring of Linkin Park in the background. "MARAH!" she yelled.
Marah jumped, while leaning back, and fell onto the floor. "Like that, Greg?" she asked, tilting her head. Back, thankful that she hadn't knocked over any beakers.
"Basically..." Greg chuckled.
"Yeah, Sara?" Marah looked up.
"Dr. Robbins needs to talk to you in the examination room..." Sara explained.
"Also known as...the mortuary?" Marah asked. "If I knew where that was, I'd go..."
"Next hallway...fourth door down the left," Sara explained. "I tried to go myself, but he said he needed to see you..."
Greg sighed. "I'll look this over, Marah..." he told her.
"I'll be right back..." Marah left, and headed toward the mortuary.
Sara was about to leave, but Greg called her attention. "Sara...I have a question..." he called her attention.
"What's up?" Sara returned to the room, knowing already what Greg was going to ask.
"Should I ask Marah out?" he asked, doing something very un-Greg-like, and getting right to the point.
"Whoa...serious Greggo?" Sara grinned, mocking Greg. "No dawdling today?"
"What can I say? She's a lot like me..." he explained with a shrug.
"Uh oh...maybe I should have Griss call Mulder and Scully..." Sara was having fun with Greg, as he was being serious.
"If you're not gonna answer, I can ask Cath..." he sighed, looking back down at the evidence.
"Ask her out, yes..." Sara chuckled a little. "Bring her somewhere you can both enjoy...the arcade? Laser-tag? Paint balling?"
"Ooh...laser-tag...I'll ask her for Saturday..." he nodded. "Thanks, Sara..."
"No prob, Greg..." she rolled her eyes, and left.
~~
"And the shooter was here..." Marah explained, redrawing the diagram she'd drawn for Greg, only this time for Dr. Robbins.
"So, if your scenario is the case, the bullet wouldn't have killed him..." Dr. Robbins smiled at the new Detective's quickness. "There must've been another assault, right?"
"Exactly..." she nodded.
"Well then, I think I found where it was..." Dr. Robbins lifted the sheet from the body.
At first Marah was a little sickened by the sight of the decaying flesh, and the deep incisions all over the body, but she figured she needed to get used to it. She reached for a pair of rubber gloves, snapped them on, and pointed to an incision on the guy's neck. "That one?" she asked, trying not to inhale the smell of the dead.
"I think there's a piece of whatever weapon was used, might still be in there, but we need to use a wound-mold to get it out..." Dr. Robbins explained. "We got part of it out..."
"Let's try to get the last piece...then I can examine it easier..." she set the bag on the table.
"Whoever hired you, Detective McGuire, deserves a very large promotion..." Dr. Robbins smiled, taking out a bag of a clayish-substance.
"Thanks..." she smiled. 'That must be the wound-mold...' she assumed. "Uh...by the way...do we have an ID on the vic yet?"
"No, we're working on that..." he clarified.
*
After waiting for the wound-mold to dry, Dr. Robbins pulled it out, and what Marah saw surprised her deeply. "Uh...is that a piece of a silver tooth?"
"I don't know...maybe...take it to Grissom...he'll investigate that more..." Dr. Robbins explained.
"Ok..." she smiled. "Thanks, Dr. Robbins..."
~~
"So," Marah explained to Greg, while walking to bring the silver-tooth to Grissom. "We think, like I said, he was shot post-mortem."
Greg held his hand out. "Can I see that?"
She set it in his hand. "It's a piece of a silver tooth, I think..."
"How could a piece of silver tooth get into a wound on someone's stomach?" Greg shuddered.
"There is a gross, sickening, blechish possibility..." Marah shuddered at the thought.
"Cannibalism?" Greg's lip curled, in sickness.
"But, Dr. Robbins didn't say anything about that...maybe vampirism?" Marah asked, still shuddering. "It is around Halloween, and some people are real sickos..."
Greg's jaw dropped, as he opened the door to Grissom's office. "That's gross..."
"What's gross?" Grissom asked, with a curious look at Marah and Greg.
"I think the John Doe case might be partially vampirism..." Marah explained. "Dr. Robbins found this in a stab wound in his neck..."
Grissom held his hand out for the bag. "Silver? A silver tooth?"
"That's what I thought..." Marah nodded. "Maybe you should check to be sure?"
"Sure..." Grissom nodded.
Greg was still sickened by the thought of vampirism, so he slowly followed Marah back to the examination room. "Don't vampires live in, like, castles or something?"
"Common misconception, actually..." Marah shook her head. "I researched this for my random project my junior year in high school..." she explained. "They actually live among us...it's a choice of life, really, not a freakish birth-thing, as many people think it is..."
Greg shook his head, in disbelief. "This is definitely gonna be a weird one..."
Marah chuckled. Greg was squeamish! That's why he only investigated when no one else was available. "How can you be so squeamish, and be a lab guy? Half of the stuff you see is worse that some of the stuff I will..."
"I'm not really squeamish, only over blood..." Greg explained. "I hate the sight of blood...it makes me wanna spew..."
Marah shook her head again, as they entered the lab again. "You mean like this?" she asked, picking up a beaker of blood.
"Don't!" Greg turned his head, and put his hand up into the air, signaling for Marah to stop.
"Aw, poor Greg!" Marah set the beaker down, and laughed a little. She sat in her chair, and tipped over backward again.
Greg turned back around and saw that she had fallen. He burst out laughing. "You're more like me that I thought!"
Marah stood back up. "I'm warning you, Sanders..." she approached him, and pushed him slightly.
"Not in the lab...we don't want Griss to come in and kill us..." Greg sat down.
"You know, these lab coats are pains in the butt..." Marah removed her lab coat, and sat in the chair.
"You really want Griss to kill you?" he asked, throwing the coat back on her shoulders. "Just leave it on..."
Marah sighed. "Fine!"
They sat there for thirty seconds in silence, then Greg swallowed his nerves, and looked up at her. "Hey, what are you doing Saturday?"
"Uh..." she thought for ten seconds. 'Saturday is my day off...thank you, God...' she told herself. "Nothing, why?"
"Oh, cause I'm going to play Laser-Tag, and I kinda don't wanna go alone...the robot partners always win..." he dawdled nervously around the point. "And I was kinda wondering...you wanna come with?" he prayed for a yes in his mind.
"I LOVE Laser-Tag!" Marah grinned. "But I can't go without my brother and sister...they love it too..." she sighed.
"Bring them!" Greg didn't care, as long as Marah was there.
"Yon don't want that...you don't know Lizzie and Matt..." Marah warned Greg.
"I don't care..." he shrugged.
"You will when you meet them..." Marah's eyes widened. "What do you say to coming to hang out with me and a couple of my friends tomorrow before work?"
Greg smiled. "That'd be great...where?"
"At the park..." she smiled. She liked him, and it was clear to her now.