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It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas
By Moose
Chapter 2
"You guys had dinner yet?" Jim Brass asked as Gil Grissom and Warrick Brown approached him.
"About an hour ago," Warrick replied.
"Two hours ago for me," Grissom said. "Why?"
"This is one of the ugly ones," Brass warned. "I hope both of you didn't eat much. Two of my people already lost their dinners."
"What have you found out so far?" Grissom asked, following Brass towards the police line.
"Two teenagers found her and called us," Brass said. He nodded at the still female form several meters from where they stood. From that angle, they couldn't see her face.
Grissom wordlessly walked towards the body, with Warrick following him. When he saw the victim's face, he instinctively turned away.
"Oh God," Warrick remarked, feeling his stomach lurch.
The woman's eyes had been scooped out, leaving bloody sockets staring out into the night sky. Her jaw had also been forcibly broken; her cheeks slashed such that the jaw was hanging over one side. Grissom gritted his teeth as he shined his light into what used to be her oral cavity.
"Tongue is cut off," he told his younger companion tersely. "Blood is still quite fresh and there are still no insects or larvae. This happened probably just hours ago."
Warrick nodded wordlessly and opened his kit. He was glad that Grissom had taken the task of examining the body. Scouring the immediate vicinity for some clue, he fought hard to keep himself from retching.
Grissom brushed away the victim's long hair from the side of her head. "Ears gone, too," he said to himself.
Moments later, Grissom stood up and walked away from the scene. Soon, the body was taken to the coroner.
"Found anything?" Brass asked as Grissom and Warrick approached him. They began walking back to their vehicles.
Grissom held out several evidence bags. "Her wallet's in her jacket pocket. Victim is Jessica Morrison, 19 years old from California. Other stuff are a pack of cigarettes and a lighter."
"Does she have a driver's license?" When Grissom nodded, Brass went on, "I'll check her file then." He got into his car and drove back.
"You okay?" Grissom asked Warrick, who was silent beside him.
Warrick nodded. He got into the driver's seat and waited until they were on the highway back before speaking. "She was killed for her eyes."
"See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil," Grissom replied.
"What?"
"Her tongue and ears were also cut off," Grissom explained. "I think we've got ourselves a copy cat."
"Of whom?"
"Barney Jones," Grissom replied. "Serial killer who left his victims in this kind of state. Killed them because he felt his mission on Earth was to stop the spread of evil. I worked on that case years ago. He's in jail now, and I haven't heard anything about him escaping. Our killer seems to be familiar with Jones's style. That case was highly publicized, so I'm not at all surprised."
"This is sick," Warrick said.
"I'll check on Jones's file and record when we get back," Grissom said. "You process the victim's clothes."
Warrick nodded, he already anticipated that. Soon they were driving through the residential outskirts of the town. Most homes have replaced their Thanksgiving décor with Christmas ones. Nevertheless, these merry lights failed to lift the spirits of the two occupants of the lone vehicle passing the streets.
It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas
By Moose
Chapter 2
"You guys had dinner yet?" Jim Brass asked as Gil Grissom and Warrick Brown approached him.
"About an hour ago," Warrick replied.
"Two hours ago for me," Grissom said. "Why?"
"This is one of the ugly ones," Brass warned. "I hope both of you didn't eat much. Two of my people already lost their dinners."
"What have you found out so far?" Grissom asked, following Brass towards the police line.
"Two teenagers found her and called us," Brass said. He nodded at the still female form several meters from where they stood. From that angle, they couldn't see her face.
Grissom wordlessly walked towards the body, with Warrick following him. When he saw the victim's face, he instinctively turned away.
"Oh God," Warrick remarked, feeling his stomach lurch.
The woman's eyes had been scooped out, leaving bloody sockets staring out into the night sky. Her jaw had also been forcibly broken; her cheeks slashed such that the jaw was hanging over one side. Grissom gritted his teeth as he shined his light into what used to be her oral cavity.
"Tongue is cut off," he told his younger companion tersely. "Blood is still quite fresh and there are still no insects or larvae. This happened probably just hours ago."
Warrick nodded wordlessly and opened his kit. He was glad that Grissom had taken the task of examining the body. Scouring the immediate vicinity for some clue, he fought hard to keep himself from retching.
Grissom brushed away the victim's long hair from the side of her head. "Ears gone, too," he said to himself.
Moments later, Grissom stood up and walked away from the scene. Soon, the body was taken to the coroner.
"Found anything?" Brass asked as Grissom and Warrick approached him. They began walking back to their vehicles.
Grissom held out several evidence bags. "Her wallet's in her jacket pocket. Victim is Jessica Morrison, 19 years old from California. Other stuff are a pack of cigarettes and a lighter."
"Does she have a driver's license?" When Grissom nodded, Brass went on, "I'll check her file then." He got into his car and drove back.
"You okay?" Grissom asked Warrick, who was silent beside him.
Warrick nodded. He got into the driver's seat and waited until they were on the highway back before speaking. "She was killed for her eyes."
"See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil," Grissom replied.
"What?"
"Her tongue and ears were also cut off," Grissom explained. "I think we've got ourselves a copy cat."
"Of whom?"
"Barney Jones," Grissom replied. "Serial killer who left his victims in this kind of state. Killed them because he felt his mission on Earth was to stop the spread of evil. I worked on that case years ago. He's in jail now, and I haven't heard anything about him escaping. Our killer seems to be familiar with Jones's style. That case was highly publicized, so I'm not at all surprised."
"This is sick," Warrick said.
"I'll check on Jones's file and record when we get back," Grissom said. "You process the victim's clothes."
Warrick nodded, he already anticipated that. Soon they were driving through the residential outskirts of the town. Most homes have replaced their Thanksgiving décor with Christmas ones. Nevertheless, these merry lights failed to lift the spirits of the two occupants of the lone vehicle passing the streets.