Euphony: Part 7
The Officer's taped the scene off in a smooth motion, working as one. Just how Grissom like it. The dogs were sniffing around the scene for a while until they picked up another scent. One of the dogs bawled loudly and took off to the West. Grissom ran with the dogs. He knew that Stewart Otis couldn't have gotten too far.
Finally, the dogs let out many long barks. They bawled as loud as they could. There was a cave in front of the uniformed personnel. Grissom, unhesitatingly, pulled out his flashlight and went into the cave. He went back far enough that he had to crawl. He stopped, thing maybe that the dogs were confused. He swept his flashlight across the back of the cave. He saw eyes shining in the light. Grissom called out, "Stewart. I know you are back there. I can see you."
"The only way I'm coming out is dead." Stewart yelled back at Grissom.
"No, we can get you help." Grissom said. He pointed his flashlight at Stewart and crawled close. His gun got snagged on a rock and fell out of this holster. Grissom didn't know and continue to crawl toward Stewart. He held out his hand. Stewart pulled out a razor blade. As Grissom fixed his flashlight on Stewart and got his first good look at the man, he saw the twisted grin on his face. Grissom's anger flared. He saw the knife glinting in the light and, as quick as he could, he reached out and smacked the knife out of Stewart's hand. It landed on the ground and both Grissom and Stewart crawled as fast as they could toward the knife. Grissom dove toward Stewart, and they grappled in the cave. Grissom pinned him to the side of the cave.
Grissom had to contemplate what to do. He could rid the world of this man and nobody would know what had gone down in this dark cave. Grissom held Stewart Otis down with his elbow and reached for the knife.
He pocketed the knife and started to pull Otis out of the cave. Otis spotted the gun that had dropped out of Grissom's holster and reached for it. Grissom grabbed Otis's hand. "Nuh-huh." He said and squeezed the hand. He reholstered the gun and continued on his way out. Grissom walked out of the cave with Stewart Otis by his side. They stood in the mouth of the cave. They police officers ran up to Stewart Otis and handcuffed him. He started to put him in the back of the police car when he said, "Horatio should have let me die."
Grissom looked Stewart in the eyes and turned his back. He had to go process the scene. He sighed as he looked at the body and pulled out his silver case. It was just another scene to process. He told himself. But, he knew better than that.
The Officer's taped the scene off in a smooth motion, working as one. Just how Grissom like it. The dogs were sniffing around the scene for a while until they picked up another scent. One of the dogs bawled loudly and took off to the West. Grissom ran with the dogs. He knew that Stewart Otis couldn't have gotten too far.
Finally, the dogs let out many long barks. They bawled as loud as they could. There was a cave in front of the uniformed personnel. Grissom, unhesitatingly, pulled out his flashlight and went into the cave. He went back far enough that he had to crawl. He stopped, thing maybe that the dogs were confused. He swept his flashlight across the back of the cave. He saw eyes shining in the light. Grissom called out, "Stewart. I know you are back there. I can see you."
"The only way I'm coming out is dead." Stewart yelled back at Grissom.
"No, we can get you help." Grissom said. He pointed his flashlight at Stewart and crawled close. His gun got snagged on a rock and fell out of this holster. Grissom didn't know and continue to crawl toward Stewart. He held out his hand. Stewart pulled out a razor blade. As Grissom fixed his flashlight on Stewart and got his first good look at the man, he saw the twisted grin on his face. Grissom's anger flared. He saw the knife glinting in the light and, as quick as he could, he reached out and smacked the knife out of Stewart's hand. It landed on the ground and both Grissom and Stewart crawled as fast as they could toward the knife. Grissom dove toward Stewart, and they grappled in the cave. Grissom pinned him to the side of the cave.
Grissom had to contemplate what to do. He could rid the world of this man and nobody would know what had gone down in this dark cave. Grissom held Stewart Otis down with his elbow and reached for the knife.
He pocketed the knife and started to pull Otis out of the cave. Otis spotted the gun that had dropped out of Grissom's holster and reached for it. Grissom grabbed Otis's hand. "Nuh-huh." He said and squeezed the hand. He reholstered the gun and continued on his way out. Grissom walked out of the cave with Stewart Otis by his side. They stood in the mouth of the cave. They police officers ran up to Stewart Otis and handcuffed him. He started to put him in the back of the police car when he said, "Horatio should have let me die."
Grissom looked Stewart in the eyes and turned his back. He had to go process the scene. He sighed as he looked at the body and pulled out his silver case. It was just another scene to process. He told himself. But, he knew better than that.
