Patience, my readers! I'm so glad that the MAJORITY of you enjoy this.
Sara Grissom,my dear, you will find out soon enough (ahem, tomorrow) which
parts you were right and wrong on! Now to continue with our adventure.
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'You guys are having a knife and apple juggling contest, drinking beer, and eating evidence, and you didn't invite me?!' I was also pretty mad when I saw they had already broken out the flavored microscopes without me. Dude, I had dibs on the cherry one, and they give it to some dead cross-dresser? Some friends. I was about to ditch them and find someone I could seduce with my blinding smile and dashing good looks when they offered me something shiny. I think it was a Swiss Army knife, but I wasn't sure. It didn't matter because that was flavored too! Tasted like apple.
They told me everything that happened, but I didn't believe them for a second. After all, I'm not a CSI 1 anymore! I keep trying to tell that coroner's apprentice guy, David, all the important lessons I've learned, but he just keeps rolling his eyes and telling me crap I don't care about, like approximate time, and cause of death. Who needs that stuff anyway? I still don't know why I never get to work cases by myself.
They tried to tell me that Grissom killed Hodges. It was clear to me that an enraged clown came in and started the party. Then he got pissed off that Hodges took the cherry flavored microscope, and embarrassed him to death by tying him up to a chair with a bra. Huh? What? Oh, that blood. No, that doesn't mean anything. Just forget about it. But I'm just guessing now, remember, where before why. We have to find the crime scene.
'You guys are having a knife and apple juggling contest, drinking beer, and eating evidence, and you didn't invite me?!' I was also pretty mad when I saw they had already broken out the flavored microscopes without me. Dude, I had dibs on the cherry one, and they give it to some dead cross-dresser? Some friends. I was about to ditch them and find someone I could seduce with my blinding smile and dashing good looks when they offered me something shiny. I think it was a Swiss Army knife, but I wasn't sure. It didn't matter because that was flavored too! Tasted like apple.
They told me everything that happened, but I didn't believe them for a second. After all, I'm not a CSI 1 anymore! I keep trying to tell that coroner's apprentice guy, David, all the important lessons I've learned, but he just keeps rolling his eyes and telling me crap I don't care about, like approximate time, and cause of death. Who needs that stuff anyway? I still don't know why I never get to work cases by myself.
They tried to tell me that Grissom killed Hodges. It was clear to me that an enraged clown came in and started the party. Then he got pissed off that Hodges took the cherry flavored microscope, and embarrassed him to death by tying him up to a chair with a bra. Huh? What? Oh, that blood. No, that doesn't mean anything. Just forget about it. But I'm just guessing now, remember, where before why. We have to find the crime scene.