Chapter 3
I sat in the corner and watched the two men work mostly in silence. It was amazing how long it took them. And the concentration! Wow. My mind always drifted off when I was working. Oh, that reminds me, I have to call work and say I won't be in tomorrow.
Hmm, well, I am sure someone will call them for me.
Super Dave, (I like that name) has returned with the stretcher and they are taking away my body. They lift me off the bed and place me on a white sheet on the gurney. Then they wrap the rest of the sheet over me and wheel me away. That was it. Gone. Never to return. Should I go with me? No, I need to stay here. I still don't know why.
Nick has stood and watched me get wheeled away. Again, that sad look comes over his face. He is so sweet. Fancy feeling sad over someone he has never met.
"Do you want to run the sheets Nick," Gil asked him.
"Yeah sure."
He leaves the room briefly and returns with a boxy machine with a funny looking hose coming out of it. He places orange glasses on his face, not very stylish I might add, and turns off the lights to my room. Then he runs the hose end over the bed which lights it up. I can't see anything though. I am not wearing those funky glasses.
"Got multiple stains, definitely semen and vaginal fluids. I'll swab them."
Really! I can't remember the last time I had sex in this bed. I try to remember what happened tonight but I can't. I certainly don't remember having sex. I would remember that… wouldn't I?
"Also some public hairs." Ewww!
Gil meanwhile was crawling around on his hands and knees, flashlight in hand. "What have we here?" He reaches under the bed and pulls out a slip of stiff paper.
"What you got?"
"Looks like an invitation of some kind." He hands the slip of paper to Nick who looks at it carefully. Relief floods over me. Yes, this is what they had to find. But why?
"School reunion with tonight's date on it. The Saxon Bar. Well, we know where she was tonight." He places the card into a plastic bag and writes on it. "Do you think maybe she hooked up with one of her old boyfriends and came back here for their private reunion?"
Hey! I'm not like that. Besides, all the guys from school were losers. I wouldn't be caught dead with one of them. Well…. maybe Cameron Wright. He was pretty cute. He was the captain of the football team and all the girls were so in love with him. He didn't pay any attention to me though. Too busy trying to get into Becky Gelkies panties. Now if I had seen him tonight I would have certainly…
"I'll make sure this is run for fingerprints. Could be hers or it could be his." Nick tucked the packet away in his kit.
They continue to work away in silence. They finish in my room and head out to go over the rest of my house. I follow them out.
I walk into my lounge room and look around. I am glad I decided to clean up yesterday. I am not the best housekeeper and sometimes my house can look like a bit of a sty. The two men move around the room, picking up pictures and curios. I don't mind. I walk over and stand beside Nick and he picks up one of my favourite pictures. It is one of me and my girlfriends. It was taken ages ago when we all did a road trip to Texas. We had the best time that trip. All five of us are in a convertible with these stupid grins on our faces and these huge ten gallon hats on our heads. We asked this Asian couple to take it for us. They didn't speak a work of English but they were more than happy to help. Huge grins on their faces as well. I look up at Nick's face and he is smiling too. Yeah, that was a good trip.
He places the picture back down and walks towards the kitchen. I look back at the photo and try to pick it up. I can't. How frustrating. I concentrate as hard as I can and… got it!
Nick and Gil both swing around as the picture crashes to the floor. "Damn it!" Nick says.
He walks back over and picks it up again. He checks the frame but it hasn't been damaged and places back on the shelf. I can tell from the look on his face he is sure he put it back properly. Sorry Nick.
Gil looks over at him with a cranky expression. Nick just shrugs his shoulders and goes back to the kitchen. Again they continue to work in silence until Gil receives a call.
"Grissom…. OK, how long… We are almost finished up here so we will meet you there in about half an hour?... OK… Bye." He turns to Nick. "Robbins will be starting the autopsy soon so I said we would meet up with him in half an hour. You almost finished?"
"Yeah, nothing else here that I can see."
"Well we might as well pack up and head back for the autopsy."
Nick nods his head in agreement and they start to pack up. Gil takes out the packets of evidence they collected and the equipment they used and goes out to their truck and loads it all. Meanwhile, Nick heads out and around the back of the house. I decide to follow him and watch as he puts stickers on all the doors and windows that say "CRIME SCENE". He quickly but methodically securely seals up my house with the labels, making sure that if any entrance is opened, the labels will have to be cut. By the time he gets to the front of the house, Gil has loaded everything and the front door has been closed. Nick places a last sticker on the front door and head back towards the door.
I just stand there. I don't really know what to do now. There is no reason for me to stay here. As Nick and Gil close their doors and start the engine, I feel myself being pulled towards them. I have to go with them. I wish I knew why. I start to run towards the car yelling 'stop, wait for me' but they can't hear me. Nick pulls out of my driveway before I can catch up. I watch the back of the SUV as it heads off down the street. The need to be with them still pulls at me and is overwhelming. I start to cry in frustration. I close my eyes and rub them with the palm of my hands. I feel myself swaying. When I open my eyes I am sitting in the back seat of the car. Nick is driving and Gil is sitting in the passenger's seat filling out paper work.
OK, that was a neat trick. Their may be some benefits to being dead after all.
