K sorry if this is bad, this is just a random idea that cam to me. Well, enjoy…(I hope.)
"Right, I've got the results back that stuff from the dish, a herb. Hallucinogenic if burnt and inhaled." Warrick read. "Where's Grissom?"
"Down at autopsy, I'm heading down that way." Nick answered, heading out of the door.
"Right keep me posted, I'll find out if Sara found any prints." Warrick suggested, heading down to the print lab.
"Okay!" Nick yelled over his shoulder as he started down the stairs.
"What we got Doc.?" Nick asked, stepping up to the first of three tables.
"Your first body had his throat slit." Robbins pointed to the deep cut along the throat. "Best guess was died instantly, cut deep enough to destroy the wind pipe."
"The second body?" Grissom asked, shifting over to the second DB.
"Also cut along the throat, but look at this." He shifted the sheet to show a clearer view of the victim's throat.
"They look like teeth marks." Nick said, confusion written on his face.
"I'll make a mould of them." He moved over to the last body and pulled down the sheet. "This one has the most interesting death I've seen in a while." He pointed to the hole to the left hand side of victim's chest. "His heart has been cut out, and from the pieces you brought back I can gather that it was cut in to three pieces."
"Wait! You mean this guy had his heart cut out, cut up and then thrown around the room?" Nick asked, revulsion and horror written clear on his face.
"It appears so." Grissom answered, turning his head this way and that to see the wound.
"So we have three John Doughs, with defensive wounds." Nick pointed out, lifting up one of the victim's hands and showing the deep cuts across the palm of the hand and the marks around the wrist. "I bet they were restrained." He added.
"More than likely. I've lifted some fibres from the wound and had them sent up to Greg."
"Greg won't be working in the lab." Grissom stated.
"He's working on the case?" Robbins asked.
"He knows a bit about occultary. Catherine said she'd update me when he was done."
"And I'm here." They all turned to the door to see Catherine standing, holding it open. "Slit throat, we'll find the first ones blood used to write the symbols, the second one possibly torn around the arteries and the third with their heart as a blotter." She predicted.
"Blotter?" Nick queried.
"Yes, you'd need to talk to Greg about that. He's set up in one of the evidence rooms if you want to see him." She motioned to the door for someone to follow her.
"I'll get their prints." Robbins said, waving the off.
Sara and Warrick met them at the top of the stairs to tell them their finds.
"We found three separate prints on the blood, looked like they painted the symbols on with their bare hands. Nothing on the data base though." Sara explained.
"Anything else?" Grissom asked.
"Got the results back about those fibres on the victim's wrists. Gardening ties, it's just a green twine." Warrick continued, passing the file with the results over to Catherine and Grissom to read.
Everyone was deep in conversation when they arrived at the evidence room; they found the lights dimmed and the photos pined up around the room. Greg sat Indian style on the floor, a stack of books piled around him, with several of the photos out in front of him.
"Greg?" Nick asked. "Find anything?"
"I can tell you how the killings went about, and I'm near to telling you who they'll attack next." He answered, head bowed over a book with a sketch pad on his lap, drawing out some symbols and over lapping them with the photos.
"Well?" Grissom prompted after Greg didn't continue with his idea.
"Sorry." He said, flashing a smile before standing up and bringing a book over to them in the doorway. "Right. The first one is bled out and his or her blood used to paint the symbols on the wall. A hallucinogenic is generally lit, which drives them to believe what happens is real." He pointed to a drawing in the book. "The second is sacrificed to raise the deacon or god. Normally it turns out the people trying to raise the monster end up drinking the blood in a frenzy." He turned to page and pointed to a drawing of four men over a body, blood dripping from their mouths.
"So from there they believe they get a message, together they'll cut the heart out of the last person and divide it between them. They'll each take their piece and press it over one or two of the symbols each." He went back over to the place where he sat and picked up some of the photos and brought them back over. "These ones were all marked, I've been trying to translate them." He passed them round and they read the translations he had done so far.
"So then what?" Warrick asked passing the next photo on.
"Then they'll stalk those people until they feel ready, capture them and call forth the Demon again. Supposedly each time they monster gets stronger. By their last sacrifice they normally kill each other but there have been the odd last mass killing." He stated, holding out some printed copies of an Internet page that showed a mansion with a room strewn with at least a dozen bodies.
"So we have three people sacrificing people." Sara said.
"Not quite." He continued as eyebrows were raised all around. "Looking at the translations, many of these words and people are not common in these. I believe that someone else is manipulating these three into killing the people he or she wants dead. Perhaps a grudge of sorts." He suggested.
"You really did your homework." Catherine said, pilling all of the sheets and photos and the book back into Greg's arms.
"Never like to have things half finished to present to you guys." He answered.
"So who's the next target?" Grissom prompted.
"So far, I'm guessing…" he picked up his note pad and read from it. " 'People who command and control fire.'" He closed the pad and waited for them to understand.
"Firemen." Sara suddenly said, the answer dawning on her.
"The young woman wins the prise." Greg laughed, taking his note pad back to the pile of books.
"Can you be sure though?" Grissom asked, walking into the room.
"90" he answered. "But I'll keep translating the rest just to be sure." He added hastily as Grissom gave him one of those looks.
"Good. The rest of you, find out who those DB's are." He ordered, walking back to his office.