Disclaimerv: Please see chapter one.
Author's note: Thanks for the reviews.
'It looks like it's been torn from one of the free city maps the hotels give out,' said Grissom, his eyes narrowing as he held the torn part of the map up against the light. 'Doesn't look like anything else has been written on it either.'
Brass rubbed his eyes and exhaled audibly. He felt suddenly weary. He was no good at games, and if someone was playing one with him then he at least wanted to know who the players were and what the objective of it all was. Silently he hoped it was a prank but April first had long since been and gone and his ever dependable gut instinct told him this was something far more sinister. How dark it would become, only time would tell.
'So,' Grissom contnued spreading the crossword and the torn strip of map showing the few blocks which was collectively known to tourists as the Freemont Experience, on the table. 'What we have is the makings of a treasure hunt.'
'Or a body hunt,' Brass interjected humourlessly. Grissom noticed how drawn the detective was looking this evening, suprised how two simple pieces of paper had un-nerved his friend so much. Jim Brass was not a man easily put on edge.
'Is there something you want to tell me Jim?'
'Like what?'
'Like any problems?'
'As in?'
'Work problems?'
'No.'
'Lady problems?'
Brass gave a short laugh which almost sounded like a snort.
'Are you kidding me Gil? Can't remember last time I had a date, and when I did she wasn't married that much I knew.'
Both men fell silent as they both hunched over the evidence table scrutinising the paper for anything unusual. After several minutes, Grissom turned his head sideways.
'How's Ellie?' he asked. Brass's head snapped up.
'Ellie?' He repeated uncomprehending.
'Where is she?'
'Jersey with her mother as far as I know.'
'You haven't spoken to her recently?'
'No.'
'And she's definately in Jersey?'
Brass's eyes narrowed dangerously. 'What are you implying Gil?' he rumbled. Grissom held his hands up in a defensive gesture.
'Just asking pal that's all. Maybe you should go call and make sure they're ok.'
'They? I haven't spoken to Ellie since she left Vegas and I sure as hell haven't spoken to my ex in at least six years and then it was through her lawyer.'
Grissom turned back to the paper in front of him.
'well maybe it's time you did,' he said quietly. 'If only to make sure they're in good health.'
tbc.......
Author's note: Thanks for the reviews.
'It looks like it's been torn from one of the free city maps the hotels give out,' said Grissom, his eyes narrowing as he held the torn part of the map up against the light. 'Doesn't look like anything else has been written on it either.'
Brass rubbed his eyes and exhaled audibly. He felt suddenly weary. He was no good at games, and if someone was playing one with him then he at least wanted to know who the players were and what the objective of it all was. Silently he hoped it was a prank but April first had long since been and gone and his ever dependable gut instinct told him this was something far more sinister. How dark it would become, only time would tell.
'So,' Grissom contnued spreading the crossword and the torn strip of map showing the few blocks which was collectively known to tourists as the Freemont Experience, on the table. 'What we have is the makings of a treasure hunt.'
'Or a body hunt,' Brass interjected humourlessly. Grissom noticed how drawn the detective was looking this evening, suprised how two simple pieces of paper had un-nerved his friend so much. Jim Brass was not a man easily put on edge.
'Is there something you want to tell me Jim?'
'Like what?'
'Like any problems?'
'As in?'
'Work problems?'
'No.'
'Lady problems?'
Brass gave a short laugh which almost sounded like a snort.
'Are you kidding me Gil? Can't remember last time I had a date, and when I did she wasn't married that much I knew.'
Both men fell silent as they both hunched over the evidence table scrutinising the paper for anything unusual. After several minutes, Grissom turned his head sideways.
'How's Ellie?' he asked. Brass's head snapped up.
'Ellie?' He repeated uncomprehending.
'Where is she?'
'Jersey with her mother as far as I know.'
'You haven't spoken to her recently?'
'No.'
'And she's definately in Jersey?'
Brass's eyes narrowed dangerously. 'What are you implying Gil?' he rumbled. Grissom held his hands up in a defensive gesture.
'Just asking pal that's all. Maybe you should go call and make sure they're ok.'
'They? I haven't spoken to Ellie since she left Vegas and I sure as hell haven't spoken to my ex in at least six years and then it was through her lawyer.'
Grissom turned back to the paper in front of him.
'well maybe it's time you did,' he said quietly. 'If only to make sure they're in good health.'
tbc.......
