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Dis: I own Sam and her laptop. And Annie. Is that all? Hmm...
"Mr. Grissom! Did you find any black silk, or any dark cloth at all?" I gasped. I ran down three flights of stairs, for crying out loud! I am NOT nervous that this is another serial killer, not at all! I'm TERRIFIED! I don't want to go through that again. I rub my right arm.
"Who is she?" The woman asking this was looking at a scrap of dark, shiny cloth cut in a lopsided circle.
"Her name's Samantha Fiegh, she discovered the body." It was Mr. Grissom.
"And she just found something odd, and would like to be called Sam," I informed both.
"What you find?"
"Printed out this, it was deleted about sixteen and a half hours ago."
"What?" It was the woman.
"I am very good at computers..." I broke off. "That's odd."
"What?"
"There was a lot of soda spilled on the keyboard there, and the bottle was only half empty. It was a 20 ounce bottle." "Maybe she got more?"
"It was all over the keyboard, and she put the open half empty bottle behind the tower?" I snapped. I have a tiny temper problem. That and I am terrified.
You see, Holmes and I once faced a serial killer. I nearly died, and I saw someone else die. I have a scar on my arm to prove it.
The three people are starting at me. Oops. "Sorry 'bout that, I had a bad experience with a serial killer. He was trying to decapitate me. It didn't work, but I have a nasty scar to prove it."
"Oh." It was Dark-hair.
"That and she's temperamental," I recognized the sarcastic voice behind me.
"Holmes, shut up or I'll tell Elizabeth your middle name," I shot back. It's Francis, by the way. Elizabeth is a girl he has a huge crush on.
"I'll take option A." He said, "Just tell me what happened now."
"Murder. Girl next to my Gran's. Strangled..."
"By someone, a male, over five and a half feet tall, not married, not skinny, with red hair." He finished. Five jaws dropped, Mr. Grissom's, Catherine's, the other two, and a dog, Holmes' mutt, Maggie.
"Okay, we need introductions, I'm Sam, this is Sherlock Holmes, and the mutt is Maggie." I broke in.
"I'm Gil Grissom."
"Catherine Willows."
"Nick Stokes."
"Sara Sidle. How'd you get all that?"
"Simple," I told her, "but I still don't get it after a year. Be nice Holmes."
"The bruises are darker near the top, meaning he was taller, and she's about 5'4. There was no indent from a wedding ring, the bruises were thick, and a bunch of short red hairs were caught in her hand."
"But that doesn't prove it was a man." It was Nick. I groaned.
"Holmes, no demo, please!"
"Yes, demo. Watch." He wrapped a hand around my throat, blocking my windpipe. After five seconds, I kicked him. Hard.
"Miss Sidle, you try." She did it with both hands.
"See?" He asked. I kicked him again.
"His left hand strangled her, because she was facing the attacker and the hair was in her left hand." "Makes sense."
"But who killed her?"
"And will he strike again?" I muttered.
"Probably," Holmes admitted. "Murphy's law."
"Crap, I was looking forward to a peaceful vacation." I groaned.
"Your life is never going to be peaceful. You jinxed yourself."
"Holmes?"
"Yes?"
"Shut up."
"Now why would I do that?" "Maggie's going on your shoe."
"MAGGIE!"
"Does this happen often?" Gil asked. I nodded.
"This is going to be interesting."
"Yup. I'll see if I can find this Deathstar. That will save time." I sat down on Maggie's... stuff.
I hate that dog.
Dis: I own Sam and her laptop. And Annie. Is that all? Hmm...
"Mr. Grissom! Did you find any black silk, or any dark cloth at all?" I gasped. I ran down three flights of stairs, for crying out loud! I am NOT nervous that this is another serial killer, not at all! I'm TERRIFIED! I don't want to go through that again. I rub my right arm.
"Who is she?" The woman asking this was looking at a scrap of dark, shiny cloth cut in a lopsided circle.
"Her name's Samantha Fiegh, she discovered the body." It was Mr. Grissom.
"And she just found something odd, and would like to be called Sam," I informed both.
"What you find?"
"Printed out this, it was deleted about sixteen and a half hours ago."
"What?" It was the woman.
"I am very good at computers..." I broke off. "That's odd."
"What?"
"There was a lot of soda spilled on the keyboard there, and the bottle was only half empty. It was a 20 ounce bottle." "Maybe she got more?"
"It was all over the keyboard, and she put the open half empty bottle behind the tower?" I snapped. I have a tiny temper problem. That and I am terrified.
You see, Holmes and I once faced a serial killer. I nearly died, and I saw someone else die. I have a scar on my arm to prove it.
The three people are starting at me. Oops. "Sorry 'bout that, I had a bad experience with a serial killer. He was trying to decapitate me. It didn't work, but I have a nasty scar to prove it."
"Oh." It was Dark-hair.
"That and she's temperamental," I recognized the sarcastic voice behind me.
"Holmes, shut up or I'll tell Elizabeth your middle name," I shot back. It's Francis, by the way. Elizabeth is a girl he has a huge crush on.
"I'll take option A." He said, "Just tell me what happened now."
"Murder. Girl next to my Gran's. Strangled..."
"By someone, a male, over five and a half feet tall, not married, not skinny, with red hair." He finished. Five jaws dropped, Mr. Grissom's, Catherine's, the other two, and a dog, Holmes' mutt, Maggie.
"Okay, we need introductions, I'm Sam, this is Sherlock Holmes, and the mutt is Maggie." I broke in.
"I'm Gil Grissom."
"Catherine Willows."
"Nick Stokes."
"Sara Sidle. How'd you get all that?"
"Simple," I told her, "but I still don't get it after a year. Be nice Holmes."
"The bruises are darker near the top, meaning he was taller, and she's about 5'4. There was no indent from a wedding ring, the bruises were thick, and a bunch of short red hairs were caught in her hand."
"But that doesn't prove it was a man." It was Nick. I groaned.
"Holmes, no demo, please!"
"Yes, demo. Watch." He wrapped a hand around my throat, blocking my windpipe. After five seconds, I kicked him. Hard.
"Miss Sidle, you try." She did it with both hands.
"See?" He asked. I kicked him again.
"His left hand strangled her, because she was facing the attacker and the hair was in her left hand." "Makes sense."
"But who killed her?"
"And will he strike again?" I muttered.
"Probably," Holmes admitted. "Murphy's law."
"Crap, I was looking forward to a peaceful vacation." I groaned.
"Your life is never going to be peaceful. You jinxed yourself."
"Holmes?"
"Yes?"
"Shut up."
"Now why would I do that?" "Maggie's going on your shoe."
"MAGGIE!"
"Does this happen often?" Gil asked. I nodded.
"This is going to be interesting."
"Yup. I'll see if I can find this Deathstar. That will save time." I sat down on Maggie's... stuff.
I hate that dog.