Archie was just getting into his flat. He gave a big sigh as he walked through the door and dropped his keys, watching them skid across the hallway table before he slammed the door.
His job was never easy. He had to watch or listen to killings, victims who he never knew and watch or listen as they died. He had to listen to ransoms and to the voices of the killers. As much as he tried, there were days when he wished his job wouldn't show the evil side of mankind.
He slumped into his lounge and sat down on the sofa, switching on the TV. He sat with his back to the doorway and watched the end of some soap opera that he only every caught the end tail of.
Sighing he sank back into the sofa and laid his head right back, closing his eyes. "What a day." He muttered, rubbing his eyes, but never opening them.
A sudden creak behind, however, made him open his eyes. He stared up into the masked face and cried out as the wire was thrown over his neck and pulled.
"Anyone seen Archie today?" Greg asked, walking into the break room with two tapes in his hand.
"He's not in?" Warrick asked, pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"No sign of him." Greg said.
"I've just rang him." Grissom said, stepping into the room behind Greg. "No answer." He added.
"I know his address, just let me drop this off with someone else." Greg suggested. "I can't do anything else without this processed so I'll just be sitting around, might as well see if he's okay."
"Okay, but hurry back." Grissom said, walking back out.
"Archie? Hello?" Greg had rang the bell for a few minutes before he tried calling his phone. He was stood in a large apartment building, several floors up. "Archie?" he called again, banging on the door, only to have the door open up. "Archie?" he asked, pushing the door fully open. He stepped into the flat and glanced down the empty corridor.
Walking through he felt very uneasy, as if something had happened that he should be careful of. He pocked his head round into the kitchen and then across the corridor in to the lounge. It was here he stopped. Blood was splashed across the back of the sofa and floor. He stepped carefully into the room and round the corner to the balcony and stopped as he came face with a very dead and hanging Archie.
"Shit!" Greg yelled, sprinting out of the flat and tried to prevent himself from throwing up. He pulled out his phone and dialled.
"Grissom." Came the answer.
"Gris, Archie…oh God…he was hanging. God he's dead!" Greg stuttered over the phone.
"Greg? Calm down. What's going on, who's dead?"
"Archie." Greg cried down the phone.
"I'm coming over." Grissom said, quickly hanging up and rounding up Sara and Catherine to come with him. He called Captain Brass and told him to corner off the flat and meet him and part of his team there.
"What's going on?" Brass asked.
"I got a call from Greg. Archie's dead."
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