Sealed N Delivered
by
Melissa Rivers
TITLE: Chronicles Series - Sealed N Delivered
AUTHOR: Melissa Rivers
EMAIL: missy@lexicon.net
WEBSITE: http://www.geocities.com/missyliannem
CATEGORY: Tag to Crate N Burial episodes
RATING: PG13
SUMMARY: Just some journal writings of one particular CSI.
STATUS: WIP
ARCHIVING: Grissom and Sara archive; otherwise not without permission.
DISCLAIMER:
CSI:Crime Scene Investigation and its characters are the property of Anthony Zuiker, Alliance
Atlantis & CBS Production Company. I have written this story for entertainment purposes only and
no money whatsoever has exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended.
AUTHOR NOTES:
This may be a series that I will write over time. I would like to do one for each eppy but with time
constraints, I know that probably will never happen. However, I will endeavour to complete quite
a few.
I also must thank Scribe for allowing me to copy the format of this story from her Daniel's Diaries
series for Stargate SG1... go have a look and you'll be entertained for weeks. The URL is
http://www.btinternet.com/~clark/
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
EXTRACT FROM THE DIARY OF SARA SIDLE
It was amazing! He had managed to get me to do it again. But had there ever been a doubt?
Somehow, somewhere in between what I said and what I did, something got lost and my actions
contradicted my words.
Flying in a helicopter, thousands of meters above the desert in the pitch blackness of night, had sent
my heart galloping frantically. My fear of heights was absolute and Grissom knew it. Yet, he
challenged me to face my fear. I remembered how my hands gripped the edge of the seat tightly.
The cold night air permeated the helicopter and I shivered. A warm hand covered mine. I looked
across at Grissom, surprised. He gave me a reassuring smile before pointing to the scene below.
I tried to concentrate on the projected crime scene, the luminous green and red shadows indicative
of life.
It is only now as I reflect back on the day that I remember his words to me at the first crime scene.
"This isn't a seminar, Sara. This is real."
Well, I sure hope so...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The room was shrouded in darkness, apart from the flickering light from the television screen.
Heavy drapes were pulled over the large windows, ensuring no light from outside could break
through. The only sound in the room came from the television, set at a level which would comfort
rather than entertain.
The shrill ring of the telephone rang out in the stillness, disturbing Sara as she sleept soundly on the
sofa. She groaned and turned over, the handwoven aztec throw rug covering her long legs falling
to the floor. A hand snaked out to try to locate the source of the ringing, but only managed to knock
the thick, forensics book she'd been studying to the floor. The heavy thump broke through her
drowsiness and Sara remembered that she was in her new apartment and the phone was over on the
kitchen bench.
Sara groggily rose to her feet, pushing her dark, curly hair away from her face and rubbed at her eyes
as she stumbled towards the persistent ringing. She let out a muffled cry of pain as her toes crunched
painfully against a box of various forensic texts and books still waiting to find a home on her
bookshelf. Hobbling her way to the phone, she picked it up in frustration.
"What?"
"Ah, did I wake you up?" Grissom inquired, tentatively.
"Yeah."
"Maybe I should ring someone else..."
"They're probably asleep as well," she told him, matter-of-factly.
"True."
Grissom didn't continue and silence reigned between them, until curiosity finally broke through.
"You've woken me up now. What is it?"
"A body's been found in Red Rock Canyon. I'll pick you up."
"Give me ten minutes."
Sara flicked the lights on and dashed into the bathroom for a quick shower. She made sure that it
was hot enough to sweep away any of the lingering tiredness. The short time she had been in Vegas
had reminded her that whenever she worked with Grissom, she needed her full wits about her.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hey," Sara greeted Grissom as she slid into the passenger seat of the navy blue Tahoe.
"Are you sure you are up to this?" Grissom asked, concerned that he hadn't given her the opportunity
to say no to her part in this investigation. Although, subconsciously, he knew that she never gave
up the chance to be in on a case... he should be more concerned when she wanted to stay away.
"I'm fine," Sara repeated, shooting him an irritated smile and shaking her head slightly at being
asked yet again.
Grissom shot her a quick second glance, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the reality of her words.
True to what she said, she did look fine... better than fine in his estimation.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"The body looks like it's been here for a few days. Ripe for your picking, Grissom," Brass greeted
them as their vehicle pulled up behind several police cars and a park ranger vehicle.
"Who found the body?" Grissom asked as they moved from the Tahoe towards the area sealed with
crime scene tape.
"Two kids over there." Brass indicated with a nod of his head towards a young couple huddled
beside a patrol car, the man's arm draped protectively over the woman's shoulder. "Came out here
to do some hiking and they found him."
Before they came to a stop near the cordoned-off area on the hillside, the stench of the decomposing
body assailed them. There was only a small amount of shrubs hiding the body, the sturdy bushes
surviving against all odds in the harsh, arid climate. The afternoon sun was still very high in the sky
and would easily provide light by which they would be able to gather evidence.
Grissom lifted the crime scene tape up and allowed Sara to pass under it, before following. The dirt
was covered with loose rocks and the incline caused her foot slip on the loose surface, her foot
twisting slightly beneath her. Grissom quickly caught her by the elbow and stopped her fall.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Watch yourself, the surface is really slippery."
Before the words were out of her mouth, Grissom's feet shot out from beneath him. His grip on
Sara's arm pulled her down with him. Grissom dropped his silver kit from his hand and his arm
reached around Sara to pull her close to him and protect her from any possible injury in their fall.
They hit the ground heavily together, leaving them breathless from the impact. Grissom found
himself staring directly into Sara's dark eyes, both of them caught off guard by what had happened.
"Ah, yeah, I meant to warn you both about that," Brass said remorsefully, a hint of a smile touching
the edges of his mouth at the sight of the two CSIs on the ground in front of him. The fall had
obviously not caused any damage to either of them, but put them in a rather compromising position.
Their eyes broke the intense contact, nervously avoiding meeting each other again.
"Gil, I never knew you liked to sweep a girl off her feet - literally," Brass couldn't help but add to
make his old subordinate uncomfortable.
"Give us a hand up, will you?" Grissom grumbled as he struggled to try to get up. Brass leaned over
to give them both assistance to their feet. Grissom picked up his silver kit and Sara checked the
camera to ensure that there was no damage.
They followed Brass to the edge of the bushes. The sound of insects buzzing around the corpse
could be clearly heard. Sara wrinkled her nose in disgust and mentally prepared herself for what
she was going to witness. A body that had been sitting in the temperatures that Vegas produced at
this time of year was not going to be pretty.
Her first week in Vegas had been difficult, adjusting to the high humidity and dressing appropriately
to protect yourself at a crime scene yet also be comfortable. It was much easier said than done. She
made a mental note to purchase a set of hiking boots and leave them in her locker for cases such as
this.
Grissom quickly regained his composure and assessed the body, before immersing himself into what
he loved. Bugs... and lots of them. Sara took shots of the location and body. It was a grisly find.
The body had obviously been out in the sun for several days and the facial features severely bloated
which would make it difficult to identify. The clothing was distinctly male. Having taken all the
photographs, Sara observed the scene critically.
Sara grinned at the way Grissom assessed and carefully packaged each bug specimen with a special
caress. He was like a kid in a candy store. She knew that each could reveal the location of the crime
scene and pinpoint the time the man had died. When the body had been dumped, it had been
encased in two thick, plastic garbage bags. Scavengers had torn away at it, revealling its contents.
Sara shook her head. She really wondered how a person could do this to another person. But this
was her place now... her responsibility to ensure that this victim got his chance to speak.
End Part 1/?
by
Melissa Rivers
TITLE: Chronicles Series - Sealed N Delivered
AUTHOR: Melissa Rivers
EMAIL: missy@lexicon.net
WEBSITE: http://www.geocities.com/missyliannem
CATEGORY: Tag to Crate N Burial episodes
RATING: PG13
SUMMARY: Just some journal writings of one particular CSI.
STATUS: WIP
ARCHIVING: Grissom and Sara archive; otherwise not without permission.
DISCLAIMER:
CSI:Crime Scene Investigation and its characters are the property of Anthony Zuiker, Alliance
Atlantis & CBS Production Company. I have written this story for entertainment purposes only and
no money whatsoever has exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended.
AUTHOR NOTES:
This may be a series that I will write over time. I would like to do one for each eppy but with time
constraints, I know that probably will never happen. However, I will endeavour to complete quite
a few.
I also must thank Scribe for allowing me to copy the format of this story from her Daniel's Diaries
series for Stargate SG1... go have a look and you'll be entertained for weeks. The URL is
http://www.btinternet.com/~clark/
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
EXTRACT FROM THE DIARY OF SARA SIDLE
It was amazing! He had managed to get me to do it again. But had there ever been a doubt?
Somehow, somewhere in between what I said and what I did, something got lost and my actions
contradicted my words.
Flying in a helicopter, thousands of meters above the desert in the pitch blackness of night, had sent
my heart galloping frantically. My fear of heights was absolute and Grissom knew it. Yet, he
challenged me to face my fear. I remembered how my hands gripped the edge of the seat tightly.
The cold night air permeated the helicopter and I shivered. A warm hand covered mine. I looked
across at Grissom, surprised. He gave me a reassuring smile before pointing to the scene below.
I tried to concentrate on the projected crime scene, the luminous green and red shadows indicative
of life.
It is only now as I reflect back on the day that I remember his words to me at the first crime scene.
"This isn't a seminar, Sara. This is real."
Well, I sure hope so...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The room was shrouded in darkness, apart from the flickering light from the television screen.
Heavy drapes were pulled over the large windows, ensuring no light from outside could break
through. The only sound in the room came from the television, set at a level which would comfort
rather than entertain.
The shrill ring of the telephone rang out in the stillness, disturbing Sara as she sleept soundly on the
sofa. She groaned and turned over, the handwoven aztec throw rug covering her long legs falling
to the floor. A hand snaked out to try to locate the source of the ringing, but only managed to knock
the thick, forensics book she'd been studying to the floor. The heavy thump broke through her
drowsiness and Sara remembered that she was in her new apartment and the phone was over on the
kitchen bench.
Sara groggily rose to her feet, pushing her dark, curly hair away from her face and rubbed at her eyes
as she stumbled towards the persistent ringing. She let out a muffled cry of pain as her toes crunched
painfully against a box of various forensic texts and books still waiting to find a home on her
bookshelf. Hobbling her way to the phone, she picked it up in frustration.
"What?"
"Ah, did I wake you up?" Grissom inquired, tentatively.
"Yeah."
"Maybe I should ring someone else..."
"They're probably asleep as well," she told him, matter-of-factly.
"True."
Grissom didn't continue and silence reigned between them, until curiosity finally broke through.
"You've woken me up now. What is it?"
"A body's been found in Red Rock Canyon. I'll pick you up."
"Give me ten minutes."
Sara flicked the lights on and dashed into the bathroom for a quick shower. She made sure that it
was hot enough to sweep away any of the lingering tiredness. The short time she had been in Vegas
had reminded her that whenever she worked with Grissom, she needed her full wits about her.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hey," Sara greeted Grissom as she slid into the passenger seat of the navy blue Tahoe.
"Are you sure you are up to this?" Grissom asked, concerned that he hadn't given her the opportunity
to say no to her part in this investigation. Although, subconsciously, he knew that she never gave
up the chance to be in on a case... he should be more concerned when she wanted to stay away.
"I'm fine," Sara repeated, shooting him an irritated smile and shaking her head slightly at being
asked yet again.
Grissom shot her a quick second glance, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the reality of her words.
True to what she said, she did look fine... better than fine in his estimation.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"The body looks like it's been here for a few days. Ripe for your picking, Grissom," Brass greeted
them as their vehicle pulled up behind several police cars and a park ranger vehicle.
"Who found the body?" Grissom asked as they moved from the Tahoe towards the area sealed with
crime scene tape.
"Two kids over there." Brass indicated with a nod of his head towards a young couple huddled
beside a patrol car, the man's arm draped protectively over the woman's shoulder. "Came out here
to do some hiking and they found him."
Before they came to a stop near the cordoned-off area on the hillside, the stench of the decomposing
body assailed them. There was only a small amount of shrubs hiding the body, the sturdy bushes
surviving against all odds in the harsh, arid climate. The afternoon sun was still very high in the sky
and would easily provide light by which they would be able to gather evidence.
Grissom lifted the crime scene tape up and allowed Sara to pass under it, before following. The dirt
was covered with loose rocks and the incline caused her foot slip on the loose surface, her foot
twisting slightly beneath her. Grissom quickly caught her by the elbow and stopped her fall.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Watch yourself, the surface is really slippery."
Before the words were out of her mouth, Grissom's feet shot out from beneath him. His grip on
Sara's arm pulled her down with him. Grissom dropped his silver kit from his hand and his arm
reached around Sara to pull her close to him and protect her from any possible injury in their fall.
They hit the ground heavily together, leaving them breathless from the impact. Grissom found
himself staring directly into Sara's dark eyes, both of them caught off guard by what had happened.
"Ah, yeah, I meant to warn you both about that," Brass said remorsefully, a hint of a smile touching
the edges of his mouth at the sight of the two CSIs on the ground in front of him. The fall had
obviously not caused any damage to either of them, but put them in a rather compromising position.
Their eyes broke the intense contact, nervously avoiding meeting each other again.
"Gil, I never knew you liked to sweep a girl off her feet - literally," Brass couldn't help but add to
make his old subordinate uncomfortable.
"Give us a hand up, will you?" Grissom grumbled as he struggled to try to get up. Brass leaned over
to give them both assistance to their feet. Grissom picked up his silver kit and Sara checked the
camera to ensure that there was no damage.
They followed Brass to the edge of the bushes. The sound of insects buzzing around the corpse
could be clearly heard. Sara wrinkled her nose in disgust and mentally prepared herself for what
she was going to witness. A body that had been sitting in the temperatures that Vegas produced at
this time of year was not going to be pretty.
Her first week in Vegas had been difficult, adjusting to the high humidity and dressing appropriately
to protect yourself at a crime scene yet also be comfortable. It was much easier said than done. She
made a mental note to purchase a set of hiking boots and leave them in her locker for cases such as
this.
Grissom quickly regained his composure and assessed the body, before immersing himself into what
he loved. Bugs... and lots of them. Sara took shots of the location and body. It was a grisly find.
The body had obviously been out in the sun for several days and the facial features severely bloated
which would make it difficult to identify. The clothing was distinctly male. Having taken all the
photographs, Sara observed the scene critically.
Sara grinned at the way Grissom assessed and carefully packaged each bug specimen with a special
caress. He was like a kid in a candy store. She knew that each could reveal the location of the crime
scene and pinpoint the time the man had died. When the body had been dumped, it had been
encased in two thick, plastic garbage bags. Scavengers had torn away at it, revealling its contents.
Sara shook her head. She really wondered how a person could do this to another person. But this
was her place now... her responsibility to ensure that this victim got his chance to speak.
End Part 1/?