Greg inquisitively looked as Grissom and Sanders, walking past the break
room where Greg sat eating ice cream, both were wearing thick leather
gloves, brought in the sleeping cat.
"What is with those gloves?" he asked, "what is that and where are you putting it? So I can stay far away from it."
"Hello Greg, it is a wild cat, that is going in Grissom's office, and would gladly tear you to shreds," at that Greg involuntarily shuddered, "I'll have to run some tests, but I am willing to bet that a bit of him is tiger."
"I accept that bet, for lets say buying the whole night shift breakfast someday, I'll bet that it has absolutely no tiger in him." Warrick and Catherine walked up, "By the way, Greg have you even started processing our evidence?"
"Well yeah, of course, I only processed the non-animal evidence, and well the rest is up to you to decide who you want to process it." Greg paused as he saw the cat in the metal cage stir, "Um, boss, the cat, it's moving ."
"Shoot," Sanders quickly reached into a pouch on her belt, and pulled out a syringe. "Grissom, set down the cage on three, one, two, three." Sanders and Grissom set down their side of the cage seconds later the cat woke snarling lunging at the cage, trying desperately to slash anyone nearby with his claws.
Sanders started filling the syringe with the fast acting liquid tranquilizer, her own recipe. A ghostly scream emitted from the cat's throat echoing through out the halls, causing everyone present but Sanders to shiver, causing a few heads to appear in the doorways of the various nearby labs.
"I wonder what the Sheriff will think of this . a cat that is not exactly sociable, in the lab yowling it's head off when ever it isn't on tranquilizers, a spitting fury . I bet the press is already showing up, after all you did have to call into dispatch saying you were bringing it here . " Warrick commented to no one in particular.
"Well this narrows it down, a cat like this is a hybrid, probably raised in a lab, Warrick still want to bet that he doesn't have some of the extinct Chinese Tiger in him?" Sanders seemed unaffected as she reached into the cage amid the slashing paws, "Ow!" the cat had bit one of her hands and wasn't letting go, with the other hand she sank the syringe into one of the shoulders and drained the tranquilizer into the cat, the cat feeling the pain in its shoulders released her hand and she swiftly removed both hands, letting the cat destroy the syringe, which was no good anymore. "I swear, when the breeder and owner of this cat are found," She pulled off the shredded gloves, "I will sue them for the raising of an animal meant to attack the public," Sanders reached into the pouch and added another bandage, this time a large one to her hand that was bitten, and a few other bandages to her arms and other hand, "and for anything else that I can sue them for."
"Man Sanders, your hands are ninety-nine percent bandage, one percent skin." Greg was commenting again.
"So? You get pretty beat up when you're dealing with large animals, and what is that on your head?" she had noticed the turban on Greg's head. "Let me guess, you lost a bet, probably to another lab worker."
Greg grinned, "Naw, I just like wearing odd things on my head."
"That fits your personality Greg" Sara had just walked up wondering if it was the cat making all that noise.
"It does, really." Nick, who had walked up with Sara, "You lost a bet, I can tell, you only wear that turban when you lose a bet, and when you win some other lab worker has it on their head." Nick smiled and his gaze shifted to the cage with the sleeping cat in it, "Was that the cat we heard a moment ago?"
"Yes, and Greg, get to processing the evidence we brought in, you have been on break for at least twenty minutes already." Greg not wanting to upset Grissom nodded and darted into the DNA lab.
"Hey, Grissom, you know that robbery you put Warrick and I on, well, it turns out two men with a leopard-like cat were there," Grissom looked slightly shocked as did Sara and Nick, how ever Sanders seemed unaffected, " They bolted with about a hundred grand in cash." Catherine Willows gaze shifted to Sanders, "Hey, do you think you can id the possible species of cat later? I know your busy with," her eyes darted to the cage, "that, but later? Like next shift?"
"Of course, first I need to run some tests on this cat and administer a long-lasting tranquilizer."
**** The shift drawing to a close, the various members of the graveyard shift were finishing up what ever they needed to get done, both cases had not yet been approved for overtime, the only two who would be staying were Sanders who had to watch the cat, and Grissom who didn't want the cat getting out and attacking his precious specimens.
"All done for now," Catherine commented to Sara, "Sanders looked at the cat hairs, and says there is no way that the hairs belong to the cat in the lab."
Sara looked surprised, "You mean there is another dangerous cat out there? You think that the two cats are owned by the same people?"
"Possibly, but we'll follow the evidence, not run on hunches and theories, don't tell Grissom, but I have a hunch that something is wrong, and that the evidence is spotted wi." Catherine paused as her phone rang.
"Catherine," "The football player is dead." Jim's voice sounded annoyed on the other end. "What??" "Dead, died in surgery, says that there was some sort of poison on his wounds. well we'll check that out later in the autopsy room." "Alright, call Warrick too." "Can't you just tell him you are in the same building!" "No, he just left, it is the end of shift you know." "Yeah, yeah, I know, alright I'll call Warrick, the autopsy is first thing this evening." "Bye Brass." "Yeah, Bye"
Catherine let out a sigh, "This got a whole lot more complicated."
Sara gazed at her co-worker, "What do you mean?"
"The football player died, the other recovered fine. I'll deal with it tonight."
"Wow, I'll tell Sanders and Grissom, I need to head that way anyways, see you tonight."
"yeah. See you tonight Sara." Catherine headed out to her car where she would drive home and see her daughter before she went to school.
****
"Hey Griss, Sanders! Wake up!" Sara nearly had to shout over the cats snarling, Sanders was asleep dangerously close to the cat. "Grissom! Sanders! Shesh what does it take to wake you?"
At that moment the cat screamed, shivers ran over Sara's body and Grissom and Sanders awoke with a start.
"Shesh that cat could wake you but yet I couldn't oh well, just to let you know, that football player died earlier, he had some sort of seizure or something like that autopsy is tomorrow first thing, just thought I'd let you two know." Sara turned and headed out she knew that Sanders was thankful for her waking her up, she smiled as she pulled out of the parking lot.
"What is with those gloves?" he asked, "what is that and where are you putting it? So I can stay far away from it."
"Hello Greg, it is a wild cat, that is going in Grissom's office, and would gladly tear you to shreds," at that Greg involuntarily shuddered, "I'll have to run some tests, but I am willing to bet that a bit of him is tiger."
"I accept that bet, for lets say buying the whole night shift breakfast someday, I'll bet that it has absolutely no tiger in him." Warrick and Catherine walked up, "By the way, Greg have you even started processing our evidence?"
"Well yeah, of course, I only processed the non-animal evidence, and well the rest is up to you to decide who you want to process it." Greg paused as he saw the cat in the metal cage stir, "Um, boss, the cat, it's moving ."
"Shoot," Sanders quickly reached into a pouch on her belt, and pulled out a syringe. "Grissom, set down the cage on three, one, two, three." Sanders and Grissom set down their side of the cage seconds later the cat woke snarling lunging at the cage, trying desperately to slash anyone nearby with his claws.
Sanders started filling the syringe with the fast acting liquid tranquilizer, her own recipe. A ghostly scream emitted from the cat's throat echoing through out the halls, causing everyone present but Sanders to shiver, causing a few heads to appear in the doorways of the various nearby labs.
"I wonder what the Sheriff will think of this . a cat that is not exactly sociable, in the lab yowling it's head off when ever it isn't on tranquilizers, a spitting fury . I bet the press is already showing up, after all you did have to call into dispatch saying you were bringing it here . " Warrick commented to no one in particular.
"Well this narrows it down, a cat like this is a hybrid, probably raised in a lab, Warrick still want to bet that he doesn't have some of the extinct Chinese Tiger in him?" Sanders seemed unaffected as she reached into the cage amid the slashing paws, "Ow!" the cat had bit one of her hands and wasn't letting go, with the other hand she sank the syringe into one of the shoulders and drained the tranquilizer into the cat, the cat feeling the pain in its shoulders released her hand and she swiftly removed both hands, letting the cat destroy the syringe, which was no good anymore. "I swear, when the breeder and owner of this cat are found," She pulled off the shredded gloves, "I will sue them for the raising of an animal meant to attack the public," Sanders reached into the pouch and added another bandage, this time a large one to her hand that was bitten, and a few other bandages to her arms and other hand, "and for anything else that I can sue them for."
"Man Sanders, your hands are ninety-nine percent bandage, one percent skin." Greg was commenting again.
"So? You get pretty beat up when you're dealing with large animals, and what is that on your head?" she had noticed the turban on Greg's head. "Let me guess, you lost a bet, probably to another lab worker."
Greg grinned, "Naw, I just like wearing odd things on my head."
"That fits your personality Greg" Sara had just walked up wondering if it was the cat making all that noise.
"It does, really." Nick, who had walked up with Sara, "You lost a bet, I can tell, you only wear that turban when you lose a bet, and when you win some other lab worker has it on their head." Nick smiled and his gaze shifted to the cage with the sleeping cat in it, "Was that the cat we heard a moment ago?"
"Yes, and Greg, get to processing the evidence we brought in, you have been on break for at least twenty minutes already." Greg not wanting to upset Grissom nodded and darted into the DNA lab.
"Hey, Grissom, you know that robbery you put Warrick and I on, well, it turns out two men with a leopard-like cat were there," Grissom looked slightly shocked as did Sara and Nick, how ever Sanders seemed unaffected, " They bolted with about a hundred grand in cash." Catherine Willows gaze shifted to Sanders, "Hey, do you think you can id the possible species of cat later? I know your busy with," her eyes darted to the cage, "that, but later? Like next shift?"
"Of course, first I need to run some tests on this cat and administer a long-lasting tranquilizer."
**** The shift drawing to a close, the various members of the graveyard shift were finishing up what ever they needed to get done, both cases had not yet been approved for overtime, the only two who would be staying were Sanders who had to watch the cat, and Grissom who didn't want the cat getting out and attacking his precious specimens.
"All done for now," Catherine commented to Sara, "Sanders looked at the cat hairs, and says there is no way that the hairs belong to the cat in the lab."
Sara looked surprised, "You mean there is another dangerous cat out there? You think that the two cats are owned by the same people?"
"Possibly, but we'll follow the evidence, not run on hunches and theories, don't tell Grissom, but I have a hunch that something is wrong, and that the evidence is spotted wi." Catherine paused as her phone rang.
"Catherine," "The football player is dead." Jim's voice sounded annoyed on the other end. "What??" "Dead, died in surgery, says that there was some sort of poison on his wounds. well we'll check that out later in the autopsy room." "Alright, call Warrick too." "Can't you just tell him you are in the same building!" "No, he just left, it is the end of shift you know." "Yeah, yeah, I know, alright I'll call Warrick, the autopsy is first thing this evening." "Bye Brass." "Yeah, Bye"
Catherine let out a sigh, "This got a whole lot more complicated."
Sara gazed at her co-worker, "What do you mean?"
"The football player died, the other recovered fine. I'll deal with it tonight."
"Wow, I'll tell Sanders and Grissom, I need to head that way anyways, see you tonight."
"yeah. See you tonight Sara." Catherine headed out to her car where she would drive home and see her daughter before she went to school.
****
"Hey Griss, Sanders! Wake up!" Sara nearly had to shout over the cats snarling, Sanders was asleep dangerously close to the cat. "Grissom! Sanders! Shesh what does it take to wake you?"
At that moment the cat screamed, shivers ran over Sara's body and Grissom and Sanders awoke with a start.
"Shesh that cat could wake you but yet I couldn't oh well, just to let you know, that football player died earlier, he had some sort of seizure or something like that autopsy is tomorrow first thing, just thought I'd let you two know." Sara turned and headed out she knew that Sanders was thankful for her waking her up, she smiled as she pulled out of the parking lot.
