How to Hook a Killer
Chapter Two: The Secret Comes Out
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A/N:
Well, the last chapter was short and sweet, eh? *g* Who knows? It just might serve as a teaser, or as a repellant, who knows?
Greg: Hey, that was an insult!
No, not at all, people are just picky about what they read and review. I know I am, hence my annoyance with numerous genres of Mary-Sues.
Greg: Huh. Okay.
*yoink*
Greg: HEY! My boxers!
Shh! Mustn't tell anyones about this, precious…
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He was well into the graveyard shift when the welcome smell of coffee drifted to his nostrils. Looking longingly in the direction of the break room he sighed when he focused back on his work. Kitty called in a brief salutation to him, which he returned lightly, on her was to Grissom's office. His pen hovered above the result sheet duplicate he had run off when something struck him.
This was a Mongoloid. A Mongoloid with a penchant for prostitutes. He dug through his stack of completed case requests. He found what he was looking for.
Three Mongoloids. Two Johns and a stripper. Catherine. She had a case about a hooker. What was the vic's ethnicity?
He rushed out, dodging other techs and CSI's in the hallways until he caught up with her near Grissom's office. She turned when he called her name.
"What is it Greg?"
"The DNA report I gave you."
"What about it?"
"What was the nationality, er- origin?"
"Asian, why?"
"No reason, I just need to record it. For my files."
"Okay…"
"Thanks Cat!" he waved as she walked off, trying to make sense of his behavior.
"What was that about Greg?"
He spun around, guilt written on his features as he acknowledged Kitty. "Nothing really. Can I speak to you back in the lab?"
"Sure…" Kitty was suspicious, he could tell from her measured response as her dark, almond-shaped eyes bored into his, searching for a clue.
Once they were safely alone in his lab, Greg began to detail what he found. Kitty listened quietly, pouring over each case file critically as he went on. When he finished, she spoke.
"Just because they're all of Oriental descent doesn't mean there's a serial killer out there. Besides, there doesn't seem to be a connection between the victims."
"There is. All tie into the darker side of Vegas."
"Prostitution?"
"Bingo."
"Any calling cards? Similar modus operandi?"
"There was a single origami rose recovered near the victims."
"And?"
"Similar attempts at mutilation. And trace found some hairs of animal origin and fibers from cloth vehicle seats, shag rug and clothing articles."
"Hn. No hits on anything?"
"Nope, not yet."
"You should tell Griss."
"I want to be sure first."
"In that case, I'm sorry Greg, but I'm trying to be critical in case it's a red herring. I can't agree on that theory at this point. I mean, no one else picked up on it."
"I get your point, but do me a favor? Don't mention this to anyone, please?"
"Mention what? All I heard was a confirmation of heritage on a recent vic you finished processing. No shame in that." she grinned at him with a secret wink, pushing her glasses up to help control the mass of glossy black locks held up in messy buns.
Greg placed the files back in his cabinet. "I appreciate it Kitty."
"No problem-o, Mr. Robot-o. Hey, d'you think I can catch a ride home with you?"
"Sure."
"Thanks. See you in a few?"
"I'll pick you up."
"I'll be in ballistics." With that, she left, and he was left to listen to her footsteps fading away. He sighed, and continued to work on the requests flooding his box. Something just told him they had a serial killer, preying on Asian descendants that were connected to prostitution.
The ballpoint pen clattered noisily onto the floor, but Greg made no move to pick it up. He could just be feeling paranoid, but Kitty might be the next target for this killer.
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Well, that's all for tonight! I got such lovely reviews. And someone is daring to accept my challenge and challenge me! That makes me so happy!
Greg: So, you're challenged?
Not mentally, I don't think…
Greg: In what, then?
A fan fiction writing challenge. It's going to be a sequel, but I'm waiting for the e-mail response before I release any more details. *very evil grin*
Greg: Hn… Hey, maybe you should explain who Kitty is.
Aye, ye have a point thar.
Greg: Please don't talk like a pirate.
Fine. Kitty exists, but she doesn't have a name in the show or a large billing. I saw Greg flirting with her in one episode, where Grissom interrupts and she leaves before they're finished, leaving behind a confused and wounded Greg, and realized she fit my OC profile perfectly. She's, obviously from the final paragraph, of Oriental descent. Wears glasses and relatively casual clothing in the lab. Short, strait black hair usually held up in numerous buns/ponytails/braids. Dark hazel eyes, that range from light blue/green, to blackish brown. She's barely five foot, but her personality makes up for the lacking height. She's highly outgoing and goofy, but utterly dedicated to her work. She tends to end up crashing on the sofa in the break room after long hours, which irks Grissom. Specializes in ballistics and blood splatter and is learning more about DNA, imaging and profiling by working with the various departments. Basically a "go-to gal."
Greg: Why not share her whole life story?
Ah, you know I appreciate a good show of sarcasm. But that is hardly even the glossed basics.
Greg: You try too hard.
I know.
Greg: Give me back my boxers.
No.