Summary: Stuck in a loop, a day that never ends, Grissom tries to come to grips with the fact that his intelligence can't help him out this time. G/S
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from CSI, even though I really wish I did.
A/N: This is my first fanfic, so please be gentle! If you have any tips for me, don't hesitate to tell me. Please R&R!
Almost at the beginning again.
The classic sounds of a carnival rang faintly in Grissom's ears, echoes of childhood fun in a now dismal scene. He glanced around once more before turning his attention to the two dead bodies on the ground.
Sarah acknowledged Grissom with a warm smile before pointing to one the bodies, a tough looking man with tattoos, a shaved head, and a fire red mustache. "He's kind of a scary looking guy."
Instead of replying, Grissom began to visually process the body. "Puncture wounds on his neck, arms, hands, legs and stomach; some are old some are fresh. We could be dealing with a torture case."
"I hate to burst your bubble." Sarah said as she pointed to a large, hand-painted sign depicting their first victim. "They call him the human pin cushion, but his real name is John Adams. These puncture wounds can't prove anything."
"Ah, well done. Now it's my turn." Grissom complimented a slightly blushing Sarah before leaning closely to the second body, motioning for Sarah to follow suit. "Do you smell that?"
She leaned in and delicately sniffed a few time. "It smells like almonds… Are you suggesting that he was poisoned with cyanide?"
"Yes and no." Grissom replied, pointing to another life-sized painting while reading from a sheet of paper. "Donald Van Dome, a.k.a. the poison man. The cyanide could be from his act."
"So what you're basically telling me that we're still at square one, right?" Sarah sighed. "Great. I'll go see if we have any witnesses to talk to."
"Thank you." Grissom replied as she walked away, leaving him alone in a taped off cage. 'Well, not entirely alone.' Grissom thought to himself as he shivered slightly. 'I never did like carnivals. Maybe I should go join Sarah…'
"I can see why you like her."
Grissom jumped up, did a spin mid-air and, after landing, found a woman standing behind him. "Who are you and why are standing in a crime scene?"
"All of that will be explained when the time comes." She said mysteriously, clacking her fingers together dismissively.
Grissom peered past her at a large oil painting. "It says there that your name is 'Sasha the Gypsy'."
"The time has come." Sasha glanced around. "My name is Sasha the gypsy, and I am here for you."
"Well, unless you can tell me what and who killed these two, I'd suggest that you exit the scene." Grissom quipped stubbornly. "It is illegal for you to be here, you know."
"Hmmm…. I wonder." Sasha cocked her head to the side. "Pick a card."
"What?" Grissom, confused, glanced at Sasha's empty hands.
"Pick a card." Sasha repeated, gesturing towards the dead bodies. Grissom turned to see four cards laying on the bodies; a Queen of hearts, a 2 of clubs, a 10 of spades and a joker. "Pick the card that calls out to your heart."
"My crime scene!" Grissom cried despairingly.
"That's what I thought you were going to say." Sasha nodded sadly before taking a step towards Grissom. "What would you do if your intellect was unable to help you?"
"That's not going to happen." Grissom replied confidently, although the fact that the cards seemed to have disappeared as suddenly as they had appeared left him a little uneasy.
"We'll see." Sash smiled.
Just as he was about to ask what she meant, Sarah called him.
"Grissom! We've got a lead!"
Grissom turned back to Sasha, only to find nothing. Even after the crime scene was painstakingly searched, he couldn't find a trace of her, not even a footprint.
2 B continued…