~~~~~~~~~Everything is in the 1st part. Oh, I just wanna say thanks for
the reviews; you guys were my first ever! And this chap is dedicated to
YOU! Yes, you! Oh, and Larry, when are you gonna post some fan fic?
ENJOY!!!~~~~~~~~~
Leaving Bodies
Gil walked down the hallway leading to the morgue. Walking next to him was a handsome blond man, with piercing green eyes. Gil looked up at the man, "Is that the file?"
The man nodded his head and handed the folder to him. "German Shepard, female, 180 lbs., and she has a puncture wound in the abdomen. We found her next to the body, presumably her owner but we have no evidence of that. We were hoping that you could answer that or at least. Anything."
"Billy, how do you think I could tell you if it was this person dog? And." He shuffled the papers around in the folder. "Are there pictures of the crime scene?"
Billy Leys smiled and winked, "Always!"
They entered the morgue to find the dog in question on a cold, silver-metal slab of a table. Gil put on a set of scrubs and walked over to the side of the table. He lifted the cloth back and took a look at the dog; its collar was still on. It read: 16078 Belford Drive, San Diego, CA, (858) 555- 2108
"Hey Billy, do you know where the suspect lives?"
"You mean the collar? Yeah we saw it but the vic didn't have any identification on her sooo. Your guess is as good as mine."
"Did you check it out?"
Billy gulped when Gil started to cut the dog's abdomen open, "Uh? Oh yeah, I sent a unit over there; their s'pos to call me if they get a hit."
Gil grunted.
*****
Jessica Graham walked into the morgue to find her new partner, Billy, and a boy who looked to be around 16, sewing up a dog on the table. Her hand flew up to her mouth as she tried to stifle the urge to gag.
Billy's head flew up and looked at Jessica and walked over to her. He put a hand under her elbow holding her up. "Hey? You okay?" His voice clouding with concern as the color drained from her face.
She nodded, "Yeah, just not used to the smell yet." She pointed to Gil who still hadn't looked up at the new person in the room. "Who's that?"
Billy smiled and winked, "My secret weapon."
Billy guided Jessica toward the table. Jessica cringed when they stood next to the table, 'Oh my God, how can Billy stand this. How can the boy stand it?'
The boy finally raised his head, and Jessica gasped. His face was, well his right eye had a healing bruise surrounding it and his lip was swollen and busted. He looked like he had gone to hell and dragged out of it.
He smiled and offered a hand that was covered in blood, "Hi! I'm Gil Grissom."
Jessica smiled weakly and pointed to his hand. Gil's got a dumfounded look on his face, and looked at his hand. He retracted it and said, "Oops, sorry." He cocked is head. "Are you new?"
She nodded and pointed towards Billy, "Yeah, I'm Billy's new partner." She smiled and added, "So, um." Damnit! She was stuttering, why he was just a kid. A kid that was had blood all over his hands, and seemed to be quite skilled with scalpel.
Gil laughed and said, "You're probably wondering why a 16 year old boy, like myself, knows how to do an autopsy and is working with police?
She nodded.
"Well, I taught myself how to do an autopsy on different animals, starting back when I was 7 or 8. And I'm working with the police because they heard about me and picked me up one day, when I was 12, to do an autopsy on an animal. Vets are too expensive. And I've doing it ever since!"
Gil turned to Billy before she could question him further, and started to take off his scrubs. "Well, as you know, there's nothing here to give you except that what ever killed this dog was defiantly something long, thin, and extremely sharp." Gil's brow knitted together, "My guess would be an ice-pick, that has an old wooden handle, judging by the splinters found in the wound."
He pulled off his gloves and started to put on his coat, both Jessica and Billy noticed him winced and the stiffness in the way his body moved. "And with that I bid you goodbye." He looked at Jessica, "It was nice meeting you."
Billy yelled out at him as he started to leave the morgue, "Hey! You got a ride?"
"No, but don't worry I'm gonna stop by and see Rebecca, before I head home." And with that he left the room.
Billy turned to his partner, "So, what do you think of him?"
"Personally I think he's creepy," she wrinkled her nose, "and I feel bad for him."
Billy nodded, "The bruises."
She nodded; she knew it was a statement, not a question. Her eyes filled with tears, "Yeah, the bruises."
******
Gil climbed up the drainpipe and on to Rebecca's balcony. He knocked softly on her glass. He went over to the edge and sat on the railing and waited for her to appear.
He didn't have to wait long.
She walked out of her room in a tank top and shorts. She smiled when she saw him sitting there with a looked directed to her and her only. She shut the glass door behind her, "Hey, you."
"Hey."
Gil smile started to fade as he saw her eyes mist over; he crossed over to her, "Hey? What's this?"
She shook her head, "Good thing you came. I was gonna tell you tomorrow but I guess this better." She turned to him and said, her voice catching, "My dad he got promoted and he's taking it." she met his eyes, Gil's stomach churned, "in Cleveland. We're leaving tomorrow, next flight out."
Gil shook his head, "Ha, ha, jokes over, back to reality Rebecca, that was not funny." She met his eyes again and he knew she was telling the truth. He sank to his knees; he felt as though his heart had just stopped beating, he couldn't breathe.
She looked down at him and let the tears flow freely, this was Gil she had nothing to hide from him, from the man she had secretly loved for the longest time; but was too stupid to say anything about. She sank down next to him and held him as she cried. Cried for him because she wouldn't be there to protect him from that ass-hole of a boyfriend of hers or even protect him from himself. But mostly she cried for their friendship and prayed he wouldn't do anything stupid.
She still didn't tell him she loved him.
And he still didn't cry.
'You will release your life
Joining with the goddamned world
Of the dead and the lonely
You'll never leave alive
Now do you think you're too damn good
For the killing kind
You will release your life
Forgetting what's forsaken
You breathe, alive
You are alone again'
"Breathe" by Disturbed
~~~~~~~~~~~A/N: Ok, how'd I do? Review, and if you any suggestions or anything that you want to say, go ahead and say it. And I'll see what I can do! I'll probably be updating every, like 3-4 days until I'm out of school and then hopefully every other day. Only 6 more weeks to go until then though. I hoped you enjoyed this chap!~~~~~~~~
Leaving Bodies
Gil walked down the hallway leading to the morgue. Walking next to him was a handsome blond man, with piercing green eyes. Gil looked up at the man, "Is that the file?"
The man nodded his head and handed the folder to him. "German Shepard, female, 180 lbs., and she has a puncture wound in the abdomen. We found her next to the body, presumably her owner but we have no evidence of that. We were hoping that you could answer that or at least. Anything."
"Billy, how do you think I could tell you if it was this person dog? And." He shuffled the papers around in the folder. "Are there pictures of the crime scene?"
Billy Leys smiled and winked, "Always!"
They entered the morgue to find the dog in question on a cold, silver-metal slab of a table. Gil put on a set of scrubs and walked over to the side of the table. He lifted the cloth back and took a look at the dog; its collar was still on. It read: 16078 Belford Drive, San Diego, CA, (858) 555- 2108
"Hey Billy, do you know where the suspect lives?"
"You mean the collar? Yeah we saw it but the vic didn't have any identification on her sooo. Your guess is as good as mine."
"Did you check it out?"
Billy gulped when Gil started to cut the dog's abdomen open, "Uh? Oh yeah, I sent a unit over there; their s'pos to call me if they get a hit."
Gil grunted.
*****
Jessica Graham walked into the morgue to find her new partner, Billy, and a boy who looked to be around 16, sewing up a dog on the table. Her hand flew up to her mouth as she tried to stifle the urge to gag.
Billy's head flew up and looked at Jessica and walked over to her. He put a hand under her elbow holding her up. "Hey? You okay?" His voice clouding with concern as the color drained from her face.
She nodded, "Yeah, just not used to the smell yet." She pointed to Gil who still hadn't looked up at the new person in the room. "Who's that?"
Billy smiled and winked, "My secret weapon."
Billy guided Jessica toward the table. Jessica cringed when they stood next to the table, 'Oh my God, how can Billy stand this. How can the boy stand it?'
The boy finally raised his head, and Jessica gasped. His face was, well his right eye had a healing bruise surrounding it and his lip was swollen and busted. He looked like he had gone to hell and dragged out of it.
He smiled and offered a hand that was covered in blood, "Hi! I'm Gil Grissom."
Jessica smiled weakly and pointed to his hand. Gil's got a dumfounded look on his face, and looked at his hand. He retracted it and said, "Oops, sorry." He cocked is head. "Are you new?"
She nodded and pointed towards Billy, "Yeah, I'm Billy's new partner." She smiled and added, "So, um." Damnit! She was stuttering, why he was just a kid. A kid that was had blood all over his hands, and seemed to be quite skilled with scalpel.
Gil laughed and said, "You're probably wondering why a 16 year old boy, like myself, knows how to do an autopsy and is working with police?
She nodded.
"Well, I taught myself how to do an autopsy on different animals, starting back when I was 7 or 8. And I'm working with the police because they heard about me and picked me up one day, when I was 12, to do an autopsy on an animal. Vets are too expensive. And I've doing it ever since!"
Gil turned to Billy before she could question him further, and started to take off his scrubs. "Well, as you know, there's nothing here to give you except that what ever killed this dog was defiantly something long, thin, and extremely sharp." Gil's brow knitted together, "My guess would be an ice-pick, that has an old wooden handle, judging by the splinters found in the wound."
He pulled off his gloves and started to put on his coat, both Jessica and Billy noticed him winced and the stiffness in the way his body moved. "And with that I bid you goodbye." He looked at Jessica, "It was nice meeting you."
Billy yelled out at him as he started to leave the morgue, "Hey! You got a ride?"
"No, but don't worry I'm gonna stop by and see Rebecca, before I head home." And with that he left the room.
Billy turned to his partner, "So, what do you think of him?"
"Personally I think he's creepy," she wrinkled her nose, "and I feel bad for him."
Billy nodded, "The bruises."
She nodded; she knew it was a statement, not a question. Her eyes filled with tears, "Yeah, the bruises."
******
Gil climbed up the drainpipe and on to Rebecca's balcony. He knocked softly on her glass. He went over to the edge and sat on the railing and waited for her to appear.
He didn't have to wait long.
She walked out of her room in a tank top and shorts. She smiled when she saw him sitting there with a looked directed to her and her only. She shut the glass door behind her, "Hey, you."
"Hey."
Gil smile started to fade as he saw her eyes mist over; he crossed over to her, "Hey? What's this?"
She shook her head, "Good thing you came. I was gonna tell you tomorrow but I guess this better." She turned to him and said, her voice catching, "My dad he got promoted and he's taking it." she met his eyes, Gil's stomach churned, "in Cleveland. We're leaving tomorrow, next flight out."
Gil shook his head, "Ha, ha, jokes over, back to reality Rebecca, that was not funny." She met his eyes again and he knew she was telling the truth. He sank to his knees; he felt as though his heart had just stopped beating, he couldn't breathe.
She looked down at him and let the tears flow freely, this was Gil she had nothing to hide from him, from the man she had secretly loved for the longest time; but was too stupid to say anything about. She sank down next to him and held him as she cried. Cried for him because she wouldn't be there to protect him from that ass-hole of a boyfriend of hers or even protect him from himself. But mostly she cried for their friendship and prayed he wouldn't do anything stupid.
She still didn't tell him she loved him.
And he still didn't cry.
'You will release your life
Joining with the goddamned world
Of the dead and the lonely
You'll never leave alive
Now do you think you're too damn good
For the killing kind
You will release your life
Forgetting what's forsaken
You breathe, alive
You are alone again'
"Breathe" by Disturbed
~~~~~~~~~~~A/N: Ok, how'd I do? Review, and if you any suggestions or anything that you want to say, go ahead and say it. And I'll see what I can do! I'll probably be updating every, like 3-4 days until I'm out of school and then hopefully every other day. Only 6 more weeks to go until then though. I hoped you enjoyed this chap!~~~~~~~~
