Grissom Doesn't Get Freaked.
Grissom was sitting on a bench surveying the scene. Flashes of what happened moments ago plagued him. Did he really see what he thought he saw? Contorted faces, fangs, a man sailing over his head. And the men behind him. Spike, he remembered that the blond one was called Spike. Spike referred to him and his friend, Angel, as vampires-with-souls. He didn't realize what that meant. Until they morphed, not only morphed but saved these peoples lives. Gil Grissom had been a CSI for many years, few things shocked him anymore, but a man had turned to dust right in front of him. Like spontaneous combustion. Something that was physically impossible, but yet he saw it happen. But what worried him most was that no one would believe him.
Captain Brass, Detective Lockley, Nick and Sara rushed to the second crime scene. The paramedics were still there treating the wounded. Sara stopped in her tracks, there was her ex-boyfriend Hank Peddigrew working on a victim. "Oh great, this night is just getting better and better," Sara thought to herself. Sara rushed passed Hank, ignoring the weak, "Hi Sara." and walked over to the bench Grissom was sitting on. As she looked down at her boss she noticed he didn't look well. Nick and Brass took note of this as well. Nick was the first to say anything.
"Hey Grissom, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."
"I don't know what I saw. And I don't think you'll believe me when I tell you either."
Grissom filled the others in on what had happened. He showed them the piles of dust and where the other vampire escaped at. Nick and Sara were speechless. Had their boss really lost his marbles? Brass was incredulous. He knew Grissom could be a little strange sometimes, but nothing like this. But the thing that bothered them the most was how freaked out Grissom was. Grissom doesn't get freaked, not ever! Kate just stared at the pile of dust in an uncomfortable silence. This couldn't be happening, not here, not again. Nick took over the scene in a tactful manner.
"Hey Grissom, I'm going to take pictures while Sara gathers trace. Brass, could you interview the victims first, then get the witnesses? Detective Lockley, please take down Grissom's statement."
For one split second of peace, Grissom could see that he made the right decision in suggesting Nick for the promotion. Nick, Sara, and Brass set off to do their tasks. Kate sat next to Grissom on the bench and pulled out her pad and pencil. Grissom tried to seem less freaked out in front of the new detective.
"Mr. Grissom, I'm Detective Kate Lockley, I just transferred from Hennepin County."
"Nice to meet you, Detective Lockley. Gil Grissom, you can just call me Grissom or Gil. I used to work in Hennipen County."
"I know, you're sort of a legend up there."
"Yeah," scoffed Grissom, "until everybody finds out about this. Then it will be, 'Hear about ole Gil Grissom, he's finally gone around the bend.' You must really think I'm nuts."
"No! No, I know you're not. Grissom, trust me, you are not nuts." Kate placed a reassuring hand on Grissom's. "What you saw tonight, it's real, and it's just the beginning. I know what you saw, because I've seen it myself. Now please, tell me everything that happened tonight."
Grissom looked at this new lady cop. He saw an understanding in her eyes that he didn't see in the others. He knew he could trust her. Grissom started at the beginning.
"Well, like I said before, I was standing in line and these two men behind me started arguing, the blond one, Spike, was being rather belligerent, I guess he was drunk. Then the other one, a tall, broody looking fellow was telling Spike how there were innocent people dying and the police couldn't help. That's when I turned around to confront them, to tell them if they had information to go to the police. Spike told me to mind my own business, and then he said the strangest thing. That he and Angel, the other guy were vampire-with-soulmates. Knowing the kind of wounds we were…"
Kate's head spun for a moment. Could she have heard Grissom right? Did he really say Angel? And if so, who was this Spike guy?
"…I thought these two guys might be who we are looking for."
"Gil, stop for a second. Did you…did you say Angel?"
"Yeah, that's what Spike called the tall, broody guy."
"Did the tall guy have really nice hair?"
"Depends if you like your guys to use a lot of product. Why do you ask? Detective Lockley, do you know these men?"
"It's possible that this Angel is someone I knew when I was working in L.A."
"I thought you said you were from Hennepin County."
"I am, but not originally. It's a long story."
"Detective Lockley, these men, Spike and Angel, their faces…they changed…the other men turned to dust…what the hell...were they…?" Grissom couldn't bring himself to say the word he was thinking, it sounded to ubsurd, he was a man of science for chrissakes!
Kate drew a deep breath. The words seemed so unreal coming from her mouth.
"They were vampires."
As Grissom and Kate talked Brass went over to one of the victims laid out on a stretcher. She was waiting for transport to a near-by hospital. The poor girl was in her early twenties. Her face was pale and she was shaking as Hank, Sara's paramedic ex-boyfriend, applied a bandage to her neck.
"Is she able to talk?"
Hank shrugged. "I guess she can physically, but she's pretty shaken up."
"Miss, can you tell me what happened?"
The sobbing girl just shook her head.
"Did she say anything to you?"
"When I got here she was bleeding and screaming, 'He bit me, he bit me.' There was a wound on her neck. Brass, from the rumors going around, the wound looks just like the cases you guys are investigating."
Brass just stared at Hank. This was getting out of hand. He looked around for Nick, who was over taking pictures of the dust piles.
"Hey Nicky, come here for a second."
Nick walked over to Brass, Hank, and the victim. Brass's voice made Sara look up. Suddenly she was very glad it was Nick taking pictures and not her. Nick wasn't happy about it either. No one in the department was a big fan of Hank's after the way he lied to Sara. Nick was especially protective of Sara, they were like brother and sister. But Nick tried to remain professional.
"Nick, Hank says this girl was bit…the same way our other victims were bit." Brass paused and motioned to the bandage. "Hank, We need to take a picture of the wound."
"I think that should be alright, most of the bleeding has stopped."
Hank undid the dressing and pulled it back to reveal a bruise forming around two small puncture holes with a ring of even smaller holes surrounding them. This was definitely a bite mark.
"Well, it's not exactly like the other ones. This one has bruising."
"That's because she's still alive. Blood is still flowing to the wound. Hold on, I'm going to swab the wound for DNA. Somebody this sick has to be in CODAS." Nick cringed at what he had to request next. "Hey Sara, can you bring your kit over here and get a swab?"
Sara rolled her eyes as she lugged the kit over to Nick. She dropped it at his feet and walked away.
"She's still pissed huh?" Hank asked timidly.
"What do you think Hank? You were two-timing her." Nick couldn't hide the disgust in his voice. Sure, he was a ladies' man himself, but at least he was honest with the women he dated.
Nick swabbed the whimpering girl's neck wound and labeled the swab. He couldn't wait to get this back to the lab. Apparently a new girl was hired to take Greg's place as he underwent CSI training.
Grissom was sitting on a bench surveying the scene. Flashes of what happened moments ago plagued him. Did he really see what he thought he saw? Contorted faces, fangs, a man sailing over his head. And the men behind him. Spike, he remembered that the blond one was called Spike. Spike referred to him and his friend, Angel, as vampires-with-souls. He didn't realize what that meant. Until they morphed, not only morphed but saved these peoples lives. Gil Grissom had been a CSI for many years, few things shocked him anymore, but a man had turned to dust right in front of him. Like spontaneous combustion. Something that was physically impossible, but yet he saw it happen. But what worried him most was that no one would believe him.
Captain Brass, Detective Lockley, Nick and Sara rushed to the second crime scene. The paramedics were still there treating the wounded. Sara stopped in her tracks, there was her ex-boyfriend Hank Peddigrew working on a victim. "Oh great, this night is just getting better and better," Sara thought to herself. Sara rushed passed Hank, ignoring the weak, "Hi Sara." and walked over to the bench Grissom was sitting on. As she looked down at her boss she noticed he didn't look well. Nick and Brass took note of this as well. Nick was the first to say anything.
"Hey Grissom, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."
"I don't know what I saw. And I don't think you'll believe me when I tell you either."
Grissom filled the others in on what had happened. He showed them the piles of dust and where the other vampire escaped at. Nick and Sara were speechless. Had their boss really lost his marbles? Brass was incredulous. He knew Grissom could be a little strange sometimes, but nothing like this. But the thing that bothered them the most was how freaked out Grissom was. Grissom doesn't get freaked, not ever! Kate just stared at the pile of dust in an uncomfortable silence. This couldn't be happening, not here, not again. Nick took over the scene in a tactful manner.
"Hey Grissom, I'm going to take pictures while Sara gathers trace. Brass, could you interview the victims first, then get the witnesses? Detective Lockley, please take down Grissom's statement."
For one split second of peace, Grissom could see that he made the right decision in suggesting Nick for the promotion. Nick, Sara, and Brass set off to do their tasks. Kate sat next to Grissom on the bench and pulled out her pad and pencil. Grissom tried to seem less freaked out in front of the new detective.
"Mr. Grissom, I'm Detective Kate Lockley, I just transferred from Hennepin County."
"Nice to meet you, Detective Lockley. Gil Grissom, you can just call me Grissom or Gil. I used to work in Hennipen County."
"I know, you're sort of a legend up there."
"Yeah," scoffed Grissom, "until everybody finds out about this. Then it will be, 'Hear about ole Gil Grissom, he's finally gone around the bend.' You must really think I'm nuts."
"No! No, I know you're not. Grissom, trust me, you are not nuts." Kate placed a reassuring hand on Grissom's. "What you saw tonight, it's real, and it's just the beginning. I know what you saw, because I've seen it myself. Now please, tell me everything that happened tonight."
Grissom looked at this new lady cop. He saw an understanding in her eyes that he didn't see in the others. He knew he could trust her. Grissom started at the beginning.
"Well, like I said before, I was standing in line and these two men behind me started arguing, the blond one, Spike, was being rather belligerent, I guess he was drunk. Then the other one, a tall, broody looking fellow was telling Spike how there were innocent people dying and the police couldn't help. That's when I turned around to confront them, to tell them if they had information to go to the police. Spike told me to mind my own business, and then he said the strangest thing. That he and Angel, the other guy were vampire-with-soulmates. Knowing the kind of wounds we were…"
Kate's head spun for a moment. Could she have heard Grissom right? Did he really say Angel? And if so, who was this Spike guy?
"…I thought these two guys might be who we are looking for."
"Gil, stop for a second. Did you…did you say Angel?"
"Yeah, that's what Spike called the tall, broody guy."
"Did the tall guy have really nice hair?"
"Depends if you like your guys to use a lot of product. Why do you ask? Detective Lockley, do you know these men?"
"It's possible that this Angel is someone I knew when I was working in L.A."
"I thought you said you were from Hennepin County."
"I am, but not originally. It's a long story."
"Detective Lockley, these men, Spike and Angel, their faces…they changed…the other men turned to dust…what the hell...were they…?" Grissom couldn't bring himself to say the word he was thinking, it sounded to ubsurd, he was a man of science for chrissakes!
Kate drew a deep breath. The words seemed so unreal coming from her mouth.
"They were vampires."
As Grissom and Kate talked Brass went over to one of the victims laid out on a stretcher. She was waiting for transport to a near-by hospital. The poor girl was in her early twenties. Her face was pale and she was shaking as Hank, Sara's paramedic ex-boyfriend, applied a bandage to her neck.
"Is she able to talk?"
Hank shrugged. "I guess she can physically, but she's pretty shaken up."
"Miss, can you tell me what happened?"
The sobbing girl just shook her head.
"Did she say anything to you?"
"When I got here she was bleeding and screaming, 'He bit me, he bit me.' There was a wound on her neck. Brass, from the rumors going around, the wound looks just like the cases you guys are investigating."
Brass just stared at Hank. This was getting out of hand. He looked around for Nick, who was over taking pictures of the dust piles.
"Hey Nicky, come here for a second."
Nick walked over to Brass, Hank, and the victim. Brass's voice made Sara look up. Suddenly she was very glad it was Nick taking pictures and not her. Nick wasn't happy about it either. No one in the department was a big fan of Hank's after the way he lied to Sara. Nick was especially protective of Sara, they were like brother and sister. But Nick tried to remain professional.
"Nick, Hank says this girl was bit…the same way our other victims were bit." Brass paused and motioned to the bandage. "Hank, We need to take a picture of the wound."
"I think that should be alright, most of the bleeding has stopped."
Hank undid the dressing and pulled it back to reveal a bruise forming around two small puncture holes with a ring of even smaller holes surrounding them. This was definitely a bite mark.
"Well, it's not exactly like the other ones. This one has bruising."
"That's because she's still alive. Blood is still flowing to the wound. Hold on, I'm going to swab the wound for DNA. Somebody this sick has to be in CODAS." Nick cringed at what he had to request next. "Hey Sara, can you bring your kit over here and get a swab?"
Sara rolled her eyes as she lugged the kit over to Nick. She dropped it at his feet and walked away.
"She's still pissed huh?" Hank asked timidly.
"What do you think Hank? You were two-timing her." Nick couldn't hide the disgust in his voice. Sure, he was a ladies' man himself, but at least he was honest with the women he dated.
Nick swabbed the whimpering girl's neck wound and labeled the swab. He couldn't wait to get this back to the lab. Apparently a new girl was hired to take Greg's place as he underwent CSI training.