Title: What Are You Running From?
By: Mystikal Mayhem (mystikal04@hotmail.com)
Chapter: 2
Disclaimers: I don't own them, I'll never own them. Except for the speaker, she's mine!!! Nor do I own any of the song lyrics I post to accompany my story.
Feedback: Direct feedback or reviews here are encouraged. Constructive criticism is welcomed as well.
Author's Notes: This chapter is just a short establishment of my OC. There is more to come!
Acknowledgments: I'd like to thank Scarlet Rose, tenof-10, Kait, and my two reviewers, Crime Scene Investigator and CrazyInsanee, for their kind words and encouragement.
Credit Where Due: Thanks to Sing365.com for song lyrics. Also the university and program mentioned in this chapter does exist. You can find more information at www.gwu.edu/~forensic.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
These are days you'll remember.
Never before and never since,
I promise, will the whole world be warm as this.
And as you feel it,
You'll know it's true that you are blessed and lucky.
It's true that you are touched by something
That will grow and bloom in you.
~ 10,000 Maniacs, "These Are Days"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Yes, the planhad worked...so far.
Now to only make sure that nothing points to us.
We wouldn't want to get in trouble, would we?
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I was elated.
I was more than elated. I was stunned.
After all, Grissom was sending me out on a triple homicide case.
A triple homicide!!!
It took all the strength in the world for me not to jump up and down in front of everyone. I did, however, squeal like a stuck pig, which caused Archie to come running to see if everything was okay.
Sure, I had been working as a member of the LVPD night shift CSI team for almost three months now, but never had Grissom sent me out on a homicide case.
I had more than my fair share of 402Zs (attempted arson), 406s and 407s (burglary and robbery) 425As (suspicious person or persons), and 433s (stolen property). When I asked Grissom why everyone else was getting the good cases and I was stuck with the table scraps, he told me that he wanted to observe how I worked, my methods and techniques of evidence collection and my interaction with witnesses and potential suspects along with how well I worked with the uniforms and, in some instances, the other members of the team.
That was fine and dandy with me. But I hadn't graduated from George Washington University with a graduate's degree in Forensic Science, in the top two percent of my class, and traveled all the way from the east to the west coast to sit around taking notes and dusting window sills for finger prints, only to find out the husband and wife staged a robbery so that they could collect the insurance money from their "stolen" goods. And I told Grissom as much. His response? "You must walk before you can run, grasshopper."
But none of this mattered now. I, Walker Emilia Garriston, was being assigned to a 420.
It was one of the happiest days of my life.
Little did I know what I was getting myself into.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I know it's short and I apologize. I needed to establish some sort of background for my OC, but I didn't want to turn Walker into a Mary Sue. Hopefully I succeeded. Chapter 3 should follow very soon. Please review this story, or email me directly, and let me know if you like or hate it. THANKS!!! :o)
By: Mystikal Mayhem (mystikal04@hotmail.com)
Chapter: 2
Disclaimers: I don't own them, I'll never own them. Except for the speaker, she's mine!!! Nor do I own any of the song lyrics I post to accompany my story.
Feedback: Direct feedback or reviews here are encouraged. Constructive criticism is welcomed as well.
Author's Notes: This chapter is just a short establishment of my OC. There is more to come!
Acknowledgments: I'd like to thank Scarlet Rose, tenof-10, Kait, and my two reviewers, Crime Scene Investigator and CrazyInsanee, for their kind words and encouragement.
Credit Where Due: Thanks to Sing365.com for song lyrics. Also the university and program mentioned in this chapter does exist. You can find more information at www.gwu.edu/~forensic.
These are days you'll remember.
Never before and never since,
I promise, will the whole world be warm as this.
And as you feel it,
You'll know it's true that you are blessed and lucky.
It's true that you are touched by something
That will grow and bloom in you.
~ 10,000 Maniacs, "These Are Days"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Yes, the planhad worked...so far.
Now to only make sure that nothing points to us.
We wouldn't want to get in trouble, would we?
I was elated.
I was more than elated. I was stunned.
After all, Grissom was sending me out on a triple homicide case.
A triple homicide!!!
It took all the strength in the world for me not to jump up and down in front of everyone. I did, however, squeal like a stuck pig, which caused Archie to come running to see if everything was okay.
Sure, I had been working as a member of the LVPD night shift CSI team for almost three months now, but never had Grissom sent me out on a homicide case.
I had more than my fair share of 402Zs (attempted arson), 406s and 407s (burglary and robbery) 425As (suspicious person or persons), and 433s (stolen property). When I asked Grissom why everyone else was getting the good cases and I was stuck with the table scraps, he told me that he wanted to observe how I worked, my methods and techniques of evidence collection and my interaction with witnesses and potential suspects along with how well I worked with the uniforms and, in some instances, the other members of the team.
That was fine and dandy with me. But I hadn't graduated from George Washington University with a graduate's degree in Forensic Science, in the top two percent of my class, and traveled all the way from the east to the west coast to sit around taking notes and dusting window sills for finger prints, only to find out the husband and wife staged a robbery so that they could collect the insurance money from their "stolen" goods. And I told Grissom as much. His response? "You must walk before you can run, grasshopper."
But none of this mattered now. I, Walker Emilia Garriston, was being assigned to a 420.
It was one of the happiest days of my life.
Little did I know what I was getting myself into.
I know it's short and I apologize. I needed to establish some sort of background for my OC, but I didn't want to turn Walker into a Mary Sue. Hopefully I succeeded. Chapter 3 should follow very soon. Please review this story, or email me directly, and let me know if you like or hate it. THANKS!!! :o)