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CH.2-
Grissom walked quickly down the hall in search of Sara. He groaned under his breath when he spotted a tall, blonde-haired man standing vigil outside the door to the locker room.
"May I help you?"
"Dude, I'm just waiting for the dark-haired chick. Al told me to stay with her" Bob held up his hands in mock surrender.
Grissom cringed.
"Ah. Well, I guess you'll be with me too then."
"Cool, Man." Bob extended a hand, and Grissom shook it, and grinned.
"Wait here." Grissom held up his hand to keep Bob in place, and entered the locker room. He spotted Sara sitting in front of her locker staring at her feet.
"Are you hiding?" Grissom was amused. He'd never seen Sara act intimidated before.
"I'm not hiding. I'm trying to relax before I slowly descend into hell with Bob the builder out there." She motioned towards the door, exasperated.
"Yeah, well, it's just one shift. He's too tall to misplace, and he seems like he'll follow orders if told to stay put." Grissom shrugged.
"He's still standing right outside the door isn't he?" Sara shook her head, and stood up.
"Yup."
"Ok. Why did we get stuck with this and not Day shift?"
"If you were the sheriff, would you really want to be represented by Conrad Ecklie?"
"Good point."
~~-~-~-~-~
The SUV sped towards the Bellagio with Warrick behind the wheel. Catherine sat in the back seat as a certain swarthy film director had gleefully shouted 'Shotgun!', and claimed the front passenger seat. They pulled into the back lot, and met Jim Brass at the door.
"Who's this?" Brass eyed Al suspiciously.
"Sheriff sent him along for show and tell." Catherine gave Brass an innocent grin, and followed him into the back workers' entrance.
"Oh yeah? I brought a dead squirrel in once." Brass smiled at the confused look Al possessed.
"Why does that not surprise me?" Catherine winked at Brass as Warrick chuckled.
"He's in one of the honeymoon suites. Top-of-the-line room too. Checked in alone three days ago. He had the 'Do not Disturb' sign hung on the doorknob. Cleaning lady found him this evening when she was checking the towels." Brass spoke quickly as they walked to the elevators.
"Did you get a positive ID?" Warrick set his case down in the elevator.
"I'll let you guys do that." Brass grinned, and looked over at Al. He raised his eyebrows at Catherine, and shook his head.
As the elevator doors opened, Al followed Warrick down the red carpet-lined hallway. Brass hung back, and called to Catherine.
"What's with this guy?" Brass motioned towards Al.
"Oh, the sheriff is making the whole night shift allow a film crew to tag along." She glanced down the hall at Al pestering Warrick about his kit as he tried to dust the door for prints.
"Ouch. Sorry. Has this guy ever seen a dead body? I mean, other than on a set?"
"I doubt it." She smiled.
"And you brought him to see a floater?" Brass broke into a big grin. He motioned with his head for her to follow him, and they met Warrick and Al at the police tape in front of the door. Al watched, intrigued, as Catherine carefully cut through the seal and tape, and opened the door with gloved hands. The smell that greeted them when they entered was less than pleasant. Warrick instructed Al to breath through his mouth.
"Here." Catherine handed Al a pair of gloves. "Put these on, but don't touch anything. They're for just in case." She rolled her eyes as he struggled to pull on the tight rubber gloves. 'Newbie,' she thought to herself. She walked around the room taking photos, and checking things that made little sense to Al. Warrick was already in the other room with the body.
"Hey, Cath?" Warrick called from the doorway. "Ya might wanna keep Al out here for a while." He had a look of disgust on his face. He hated floaters.
"Good idea. Any noticeable signs of struggle?"
"Why should I stay in here? The sheriff Ok'd my seeing everything." Al looked to Catherine, who he now realized was in charge. Catherine looked over at Brass, who shrugged his shoulders.
"Ok with me." Brass stood back, and looked to see that the door to the room was wide open. Catherine was less than thrilled with possibility of her crime scene being contaminated.
"I'll warn you ahead of time. Floaters are pretty nasty." Warrick walked back into the large bathroom equipped with a full Jacuzzi tub, two-person shower, and large marbled hot tub. Floated right side up in the middle of the hot tub was a humanoid form, ghastly bloated from overexposure to warm water for a long period of time. The skin was cracked, and discolored. It resembled Jaba the Hut more than a human being. Al took one long look, and then made what sounded like a dry heave.
"Out!" Catherine motioned for Warrick to escort him away from the scene as quickly as possible.
"Oh, this is gonna be a fun night." Brass shoved his hands in his pockets, and gave Catherine a sympathetic look. She rolled her eyes, and continued processing the scene.
"Jim, tell Warrick to show the guy how we process a room. . .out there." She pointed towards the other room.
"Gotcha." Brass laughed, and made his way to the door to check on their Hollywood hotshot.
TBC
CH.2-
Grissom walked quickly down the hall in search of Sara. He groaned under his breath when he spotted a tall, blonde-haired man standing vigil outside the door to the locker room.
"May I help you?"
"Dude, I'm just waiting for the dark-haired chick. Al told me to stay with her" Bob held up his hands in mock surrender.
Grissom cringed.
"Ah. Well, I guess you'll be with me too then."
"Cool, Man." Bob extended a hand, and Grissom shook it, and grinned.
"Wait here." Grissom held up his hand to keep Bob in place, and entered the locker room. He spotted Sara sitting in front of her locker staring at her feet.
"Are you hiding?" Grissom was amused. He'd never seen Sara act intimidated before.
"I'm not hiding. I'm trying to relax before I slowly descend into hell with Bob the builder out there." She motioned towards the door, exasperated.
"Yeah, well, it's just one shift. He's too tall to misplace, and he seems like he'll follow orders if told to stay put." Grissom shrugged.
"He's still standing right outside the door isn't he?" Sara shook her head, and stood up.
"Yup."
"Ok. Why did we get stuck with this and not Day shift?"
"If you were the sheriff, would you really want to be represented by Conrad Ecklie?"
"Good point."
~~-~-~-~-~
The SUV sped towards the Bellagio with Warrick behind the wheel. Catherine sat in the back seat as a certain swarthy film director had gleefully shouted 'Shotgun!', and claimed the front passenger seat. They pulled into the back lot, and met Jim Brass at the door.
"Who's this?" Brass eyed Al suspiciously.
"Sheriff sent him along for show and tell." Catherine gave Brass an innocent grin, and followed him into the back workers' entrance.
"Oh yeah? I brought a dead squirrel in once." Brass smiled at the confused look Al possessed.
"Why does that not surprise me?" Catherine winked at Brass as Warrick chuckled.
"He's in one of the honeymoon suites. Top-of-the-line room too. Checked in alone three days ago. He had the 'Do not Disturb' sign hung on the doorknob. Cleaning lady found him this evening when she was checking the towels." Brass spoke quickly as they walked to the elevators.
"Did you get a positive ID?" Warrick set his case down in the elevator.
"I'll let you guys do that." Brass grinned, and looked over at Al. He raised his eyebrows at Catherine, and shook his head.
As the elevator doors opened, Al followed Warrick down the red carpet-lined hallway. Brass hung back, and called to Catherine.
"What's with this guy?" Brass motioned towards Al.
"Oh, the sheriff is making the whole night shift allow a film crew to tag along." She glanced down the hall at Al pestering Warrick about his kit as he tried to dust the door for prints.
"Ouch. Sorry. Has this guy ever seen a dead body? I mean, other than on a set?"
"I doubt it." She smiled.
"And you brought him to see a floater?" Brass broke into a big grin. He motioned with his head for her to follow him, and they met Warrick and Al at the police tape in front of the door. Al watched, intrigued, as Catherine carefully cut through the seal and tape, and opened the door with gloved hands. The smell that greeted them when they entered was less than pleasant. Warrick instructed Al to breath through his mouth.
"Here." Catherine handed Al a pair of gloves. "Put these on, but don't touch anything. They're for just in case." She rolled her eyes as he struggled to pull on the tight rubber gloves. 'Newbie,' she thought to herself. She walked around the room taking photos, and checking things that made little sense to Al. Warrick was already in the other room with the body.
"Hey, Cath?" Warrick called from the doorway. "Ya might wanna keep Al out here for a while." He had a look of disgust on his face. He hated floaters.
"Good idea. Any noticeable signs of struggle?"
"Why should I stay in here? The sheriff Ok'd my seeing everything." Al looked to Catherine, who he now realized was in charge. Catherine looked over at Brass, who shrugged his shoulders.
"Ok with me." Brass stood back, and looked to see that the door to the room was wide open. Catherine was less than thrilled with possibility of her crime scene being contaminated.
"I'll warn you ahead of time. Floaters are pretty nasty." Warrick walked back into the large bathroom equipped with a full Jacuzzi tub, two-person shower, and large marbled hot tub. Floated right side up in the middle of the hot tub was a humanoid form, ghastly bloated from overexposure to warm water for a long period of time. The skin was cracked, and discolored. It resembled Jaba the Hut more than a human being. Al took one long look, and then made what sounded like a dry heave.
"Out!" Catherine motioned for Warrick to escort him away from the scene as quickly as possible.
"Oh, this is gonna be a fun night." Brass shoved his hands in his pockets, and gave Catherine a sympathetic look. She rolled her eyes, and continued processing the scene.
"Jim, tell Warrick to show the guy how we process a room. . .out there." She pointed towards the other room.
"Gotcha." Brass laughed, and made his way to the door to check on their Hollywood hotshot.
TBC