Wild Ride
Gil Grissom stood in line at the Sahara, waiting for his turn on the roller coaster. This was what he did when the job got to him. Catherine had her daughter, Warrick volunteered, Sara drank, Nick got laid, but Grissom rode roller coasters to unwind. He was standing there pondering this week's bizarre cases, a possible new serial killer. Three dead bodies, no physical evidence, the sheriff breathing down his neck, it was giving Grissom nightmares. He didn't loose sleep over the evil that he saw the way Sara did. He lost it over not being able to solve a case. It ate away at him.
Grissom was so immersed in thought that he didn't notice the two men behind him. One was a tall, dark, handsome-but-brooding man in a leather duster. The other was a good-looking man in a motorcycle jacket and peroxide bleached hair. The Billy Idol wanna-be was a little intoxicated. They were arguing.
"I can't believe I agreed to this! Spike, we don't have time, we need to get back to the others," the taller man complained to his companion.
"Oh come on! Don't get your knickers in a twist, one ride won't kill us!"
"No, but something out there is killing innocent people, we have to stop it! Three people are dead and the police can't do anything about it."
Grissom heard this and spun around to face the brooding man.
"Excuse me. Did you just say you have to stop a killer?"
"Yeah, what's it to ya? Why don't you mind your own bloody business." Spike answered arrogantly.
"Spike, shut-up!"
"I'm Gil Grissom, Las Vegas Crime Lab. Trust me, this is my business. If you know something about the recent murders you need to come forward."
"Look Mr. Grissom, my friend, and I use the term friend loosely…"
"Yeah, Angel and I more like soulmates, Vampires-with-soul-mates."
"SHUT-UP SPIKE!"
"Vampires-with-what?" Grissom wanted to call Brass immediately.
"My friend is just a little intoxicated and…" Again Angel was cut off, this time not by Spike but a blood-curdling scream.
Angel, Spike, and Grissom turned around to see three vampires grabbing people from the line and feeding on them. Chaos erupted as witnesses screamed in terror, trying to escape from the demons. Grissom couldn't believe what he was seeing. The faces of these men were twisted and disfigured. Their eyes were yellow like cats. He witnessed their super human strength as a security guard flew over his head. Grissom couldn't process the images his eyes were sending to his brain. Every cell in his brain was in total denial. And then he saw something even more unbelievable. The two men behind him morphed into the same creatures that were attacking the people in line.
Angel and Spike raced towards the vampires. Angel searched for something to kill the vampires with. He didn't notice that Grissom was following him, still in shock.
"You carrying?" Angel asked Spike.
"Always!" Spike responded as he pulled a stake from the inside of his coat.
Angel grabbed an umbrella from a bystander and before Grissom's very eyes, plunged the umbrella deep into one of the disfigured men's chest. The man quickly turned to dust which fell at Grissom's feet. Spike staked another vampire with the same effect. Grissom stared at the dust, then removed a small evidence bag from his pocket and collected some of it. The third vampire jumped over a railing guarding a forty foot wall and ran from the two heros.
"Go back to your cronies and warn them Las Vegas is closed for business! Angel Investigations has moved in!"
Grissom turned away from the pile of dust to confront the dynamic duo, but they were gone. They had disappeared as if they were never there at all. That's when the full effect of what had just happened hit Grissom like a ton of bricks. He shakily sat down and dialed the phone.
Yeah Brass? It's Grissom, you are never going to believe this…"
Gil Grissom stood in line at the Sahara, waiting for his turn on the roller coaster. This was what he did when the job got to him. Catherine had her daughter, Warrick volunteered, Sara drank, Nick got laid, but Grissom rode roller coasters to unwind. He was standing there pondering this week's bizarre cases, a possible new serial killer. Three dead bodies, no physical evidence, the sheriff breathing down his neck, it was giving Grissom nightmares. He didn't loose sleep over the evil that he saw the way Sara did. He lost it over not being able to solve a case. It ate away at him.
Grissom was so immersed in thought that he didn't notice the two men behind him. One was a tall, dark, handsome-but-brooding man in a leather duster. The other was a good-looking man in a motorcycle jacket and peroxide bleached hair. The Billy Idol wanna-be was a little intoxicated. They were arguing.
"I can't believe I agreed to this! Spike, we don't have time, we need to get back to the others," the taller man complained to his companion.
"Oh come on! Don't get your knickers in a twist, one ride won't kill us!"
"No, but something out there is killing innocent people, we have to stop it! Three people are dead and the police can't do anything about it."
Grissom heard this and spun around to face the brooding man.
"Excuse me. Did you just say you have to stop a killer?"
"Yeah, what's it to ya? Why don't you mind your own bloody business." Spike answered arrogantly.
"Spike, shut-up!"
"I'm Gil Grissom, Las Vegas Crime Lab. Trust me, this is my business. If you know something about the recent murders you need to come forward."
"Look Mr. Grissom, my friend, and I use the term friend loosely…"
"Yeah, Angel and I more like soulmates, Vampires-with-soul-mates."
"SHUT-UP SPIKE!"
"Vampires-with-what?" Grissom wanted to call Brass immediately.
"My friend is just a little intoxicated and…" Again Angel was cut off, this time not by Spike but a blood-curdling scream.
Angel, Spike, and Grissom turned around to see three vampires grabbing people from the line and feeding on them. Chaos erupted as witnesses screamed in terror, trying to escape from the demons. Grissom couldn't believe what he was seeing. The faces of these men were twisted and disfigured. Their eyes were yellow like cats. He witnessed their super human strength as a security guard flew over his head. Grissom couldn't process the images his eyes were sending to his brain. Every cell in his brain was in total denial. And then he saw something even more unbelievable. The two men behind him morphed into the same creatures that were attacking the people in line.
Angel and Spike raced towards the vampires. Angel searched for something to kill the vampires with. He didn't notice that Grissom was following him, still in shock.
"You carrying?" Angel asked Spike.
"Always!" Spike responded as he pulled a stake from the inside of his coat.
Angel grabbed an umbrella from a bystander and before Grissom's very eyes, plunged the umbrella deep into one of the disfigured men's chest. The man quickly turned to dust which fell at Grissom's feet. Spike staked another vampire with the same effect. Grissom stared at the dust, then removed a small evidence bag from his pocket and collected some of it. The third vampire jumped over a railing guarding a forty foot wall and ran from the two heros.
"Go back to your cronies and warn them Las Vegas is closed for business! Angel Investigations has moved in!"
Grissom turned away from the pile of dust to confront the dynamic duo, but they were gone. They had disappeared as if they were never there at all. That's when the full effect of what had just happened hit Grissom like a ton of bricks. He shakily sat down and dialed the phone.
Yeah Brass? It's Grissom, you are never going to believe this…"