Chapter 6: Possibilities of Jeopardy
Tala sat in front of her computer, staring intently at the page filled with information on the illusive CSI named Gil Grissom.
Name: Gil Grissom
CSI Level: Three
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 168 lbs
Place of Birth: Santa Monica, CA
Date of Birth: 8/17/56
Education: BS in Biology, UCLA
Special Skills: Entomology
Marital Status: Single
"Damn could they give me any less?" Tala asked frustrated with the menial amount of information her 4-hour search had yielded. Nothing had helped her figure out what the man was hiding from her, and nothing on who he actually was. "Oh well guess I'll just have to find out first hand." She sighed. Backing away from her desk, she glanced at the clock, 4:30, if she left now she would arrive at the hospital in time for visitation with her dad. As it turned out, the bullet had passed straight through her father's left shoulder, well above his heart. This told Tala one of two things, one who ever shot him was an amateur, or two they were just trying to scare her, not kill anyone. From previous experience she thought the former more likely.
Just as she was about to leave the room she glanced up at the post-it note on her wall, on it was the number Mr. Grissom had given her to reach him if anything came up. After her father had been shot, and the paramedics had come and rushed him to the hospital, Tala had followed, and then found herself waiting for 3 hours while he was in surgery. Only now did she remember the small piece of blue paper sticking to her wall.
"Shit, better do it now, or I'll forget again." She quickly wheeled over to her desk, picked up the phone, and dialed the unfamiliar number. Her call was answered with a curt "Grissom"
"Hello Mr. Grissom, this is Tala Cale, you told me to call you if something came up," She said, only slightly nervous, if she thought he sounded authoritative in person, over the phone he was even more formidable.
"Tala, I was just on my way over to see you, there are a few things I need to talk to you about." He replied, and Tala caught a note of uncertainty in his voice.
"Well can it wait, see, the reason I called was because my dad was shot, and well I was on my way to see him, but you told me to call you if anything else came up, so I did, oh and also the person doing all this is an amateur, or just really stupid, and I'm betting on the amateur." Tala said
"How did you figure that out?" Grissom asked his curiosity piqued.
"Well see the person who shot my dad, either didn't have a clue about human anatomy, or was not used to shooting a gun." Tala answered, glancing again at the clock, which now read 4:55 "Ummm.Mr. Grissom, I have to go if I want to see my dad, can we pick this up later?" Tala asked.
"Sure, I will be over later this evening." He replied.
"Ok, I'll see you then" She answered, and then hung up.
Grissom sat at his desk, still processing the conversation he had just had with Tala Cale. The information that she had reveled had not completely eliminated her as a suspect, but almost. The fact that she also saw that the killer was an amateur was curious, but she also seemed close to her father and shooting him was something he couldn't see her doing. He was confused by her, she seemed smart, but it seemed to him that she was wasting her life being a jockey, and letting her intelligence go to waste. With a little training, she would make a great CSI. The thought trailed off 'Whoa, where did that thought come from, now I'm turning possible suspects into CSIs. Great, just great.' His thoughts were interrupted when Sara entered the room, luckily this time he heard her 'Small miracles are always welcome' he though to himself. Out loud he asked "Can I help you Sara?"
"Yeah, go to tox screen back off that horse, he was off the charts in valium, a sedative, I'm surprised he could even move." She replied
"Valium is a sedative, but when given in extreme amounts, it causes the opposite response, in horses it makes them go crazy, and turns them extremely mean, that might explain why the horse flipped out when Mark asked him to go faster." Grissom answered
"And why do you know this?" Sara asked.
"It's my business to know everything," He quipped. "So is that what killed the horse?" He asked after a moment.
"Yeah, there was so much in his system that it overloaded his heart when he freaked out, horrible way to go," She said
"Don't get all mushy on me Sara, oh did you run a tox screen on the DB?" He asked
"No, didn't see the need to, why you think he was on something?" She questioned
"Not positive, but just curious. I'm heading back over to the farm tonight want to come?" He asked
"Gris we just pulled a double, are you going for the record of consecutive hours in the lab?" She remarked
"This one has got me stumped," he remarked with a bit of hesitation.
"Oh, I see, you can never have an unsolved case is that it?" She said
"Not while there is a killer on the loose and a person in danger." He replied
Tala sat in front of her computer, staring intently at the page filled with information on the illusive CSI named Gil Grissom.
Name: Gil Grissom
CSI Level: Three
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 168 lbs
Place of Birth: Santa Monica, CA
Date of Birth: 8/17/56
Education: BS in Biology, UCLA
Special Skills: Entomology
Marital Status: Single
"Damn could they give me any less?" Tala asked frustrated with the menial amount of information her 4-hour search had yielded. Nothing had helped her figure out what the man was hiding from her, and nothing on who he actually was. "Oh well guess I'll just have to find out first hand." She sighed. Backing away from her desk, she glanced at the clock, 4:30, if she left now she would arrive at the hospital in time for visitation with her dad. As it turned out, the bullet had passed straight through her father's left shoulder, well above his heart. This told Tala one of two things, one who ever shot him was an amateur, or two they were just trying to scare her, not kill anyone. From previous experience she thought the former more likely.
Just as she was about to leave the room she glanced up at the post-it note on her wall, on it was the number Mr. Grissom had given her to reach him if anything came up. After her father had been shot, and the paramedics had come and rushed him to the hospital, Tala had followed, and then found herself waiting for 3 hours while he was in surgery. Only now did she remember the small piece of blue paper sticking to her wall.
"Shit, better do it now, or I'll forget again." She quickly wheeled over to her desk, picked up the phone, and dialed the unfamiliar number. Her call was answered with a curt "Grissom"
"Hello Mr. Grissom, this is Tala Cale, you told me to call you if something came up," She said, only slightly nervous, if she thought he sounded authoritative in person, over the phone he was even more formidable.
"Tala, I was just on my way over to see you, there are a few things I need to talk to you about." He replied, and Tala caught a note of uncertainty in his voice.
"Well can it wait, see, the reason I called was because my dad was shot, and well I was on my way to see him, but you told me to call you if anything else came up, so I did, oh and also the person doing all this is an amateur, or just really stupid, and I'm betting on the amateur." Tala said
"How did you figure that out?" Grissom asked his curiosity piqued.
"Well see the person who shot my dad, either didn't have a clue about human anatomy, or was not used to shooting a gun." Tala answered, glancing again at the clock, which now read 4:55 "Ummm.Mr. Grissom, I have to go if I want to see my dad, can we pick this up later?" Tala asked.
"Sure, I will be over later this evening." He replied.
"Ok, I'll see you then" She answered, and then hung up.
Grissom sat at his desk, still processing the conversation he had just had with Tala Cale. The information that she had reveled had not completely eliminated her as a suspect, but almost. The fact that she also saw that the killer was an amateur was curious, but she also seemed close to her father and shooting him was something he couldn't see her doing. He was confused by her, she seemed smart, but it seemed to him that she was wasting her life being a jockey, and letting her intelligence go to waste. With a little training, she would make a great CSI. The thought trailed off 'Whoa, where did that thought come from, now I'm turning possible suspects into CSIs. Great, just great.' His thoughts were interrupted when Sara entered the room, luckily this time he heard her 'Small miracles are always welcome' he though to himself. Out loud he asked "Can I help you Sara?"
"Yeah, go to tox screen back off that horse, he was off the charts in valium, a sedative, I'm surprised he could even move." She replied
"Valium is a sedative, but when given in extreme amounts, it causes the opposite response, in horses it makes them go crazy, and turns them extremely mean, that might explain why the horse flipped out when Mark asked him to go faster." Grissom answered
"And why do you know this?" Sara asked.
"It's my business to know everything," He quipped. "So is that what killed the horse?" He asked after a moment.
"Yeah, there was so much in his system that it overloaded his heart when he freaked out, horrible way to go," She said
"Don't get all mushy on me Sara, oh did you run a tox screen on the DB?" He asked
"No, didn't see the need to, why you think he was on something?" She questioned
"Not positive, but just curious. I'm heading back over to the farm tonight want to come?" He asked
"Gris we just pulled a double, are you going for the record of consecutive hours in the lab?" She remarked
"This one has got me stumped," he remarked with a bit of hesitation.
"Oh, I see, you can never have an unsolved case is that it?" She said
"Not while there is a killer on the loose and a person in danger." He replied