Hi peeps, I kinda got attacked by this oversized Evil Plot Bunny of Doom while pondering what I should write for Unforgotten Sorrows. Yeah well I just started watching CSI and I'm frankly not one for memorization, so I'm bound to get people and the science stuff wrong so plz point out my mistakes when you see one. Thankz a lotz.
To angry readers as to why I haven't been updating I have two explanations:
1. My computer is as crappy as ever even though my cuz tried to fix it.
2. I'm pulling double shifts at work, cause it's summer and I need the money to buy a new laptop with no virus's in it and that tends to put me in a X.X postition.
BTW if anyone wants to be a beta reader for this story plz tell me...I am sooooo bad at LA or aka English cause surprise surprise english was not my first language although I was born in Canada. Much thankz.
Disclaimer: If I owned anything but me MOB then I'd be out making millions and not writing fanfiction on a virus loaded computer.
Warning: It might contain some slash in future chapters. (I'm not sure yet cause me EPoD decide that.) Rated to be on the safe side, lots of gore and blood to be sure.
Plz review and tell me what you think. (I like rambling so my AN's are long let me tell yaz)
Secret Whispers: Chapter One Artful Murder
"Victim is a 26 year old caucasian male, ID'd as Tim Micheals. Found dead and headless in his own apartment at 10pm." Gil Grissom informed his team for this murder.
"Who called it in?" Nick asked.
"The tenant underneath his apartment, apparently she noticed blood leaking through the ceiling."
"So there's gonna be a lot of blood?" Greg asked paling slightly.
Grissom looked at him over the top of the rim of his glasses, "I would guess so."
"Sorry, just asking." Greg mumbled.
"Well the case isn't gonna solve itself with us hanging around here." Nick said. "Let's go."
The hallway outside the victim's apartment was taped off with yellow crime scene tape, blood was making it's steady way through the crack under the door. "Urgh." Greg said as he and the rest of the team pulled on their gloves. "Hey where's the uniform that's suppose to be standing guard?"
"Apparently he is emptying his stomach contents outside." Grissom answered before opening the door.
The sight that met them was not pretty, the victim was lying front first in a pool of his own blood. Gashes ranging from an inch to five inches sliced through his back which gave a very disturbing resemblance to a famous painting by Vincent Van Gogh called Starry Night.
Nick photographed the image and set down measuring the gashes while David the assistant coroner looked the DB over. "He was definitely alive while his head got cut off, that would explain the large amount of blood." He leaned over and took a liver temperature, "He's been dead no more then four hours. Has anyone found the head yet?"
"Nope." Greg answered while wandering into the small kitchen, "The killer could be one of those people that are infatuated with head trophies. No wait never mind found it and this is such a sick sight."
Grissom hurried over and stopped as he spotted the head frozen in the freezer that Greg had opened. He wisely turned tail to search the bedroom for any incriminating evidence, he dug into the nightstand's drawer and came up with a handful of syringes, "David?"
"Yeah?"
"Is the guy on steroids?"
"Just a minute...I can see fine puncture wounds on the left buttocks...however seeing as he hasn't grown or for this matter shrunk in size, I'd say he hasn't been using it for long."
"Thanks, David." Grissom said while photographing the syringes.
"Yuck...his eye's been gouged out." said Greg from the kitchen.
Grissom bagged the syringes and went back into the kitchen and saw the bloody gouge on the right side where the eye use to be, he pointed to the gashes on the face. "Any theories."
"Murderer must be an art expert." Greg replied with his head stuck in the freezer, "The head looks like one of Picasso's self portraits."
"I never knew you yourself was an art expert." Grissom said.
"Nah, took an art examining class way back when. It mostly talked about the painter's style and blah blah blah blah blah." Greg said and pulled a knife out of the back of the freezer. "Killer's choice of weapon?"
"Possible, bag it."
"This guy sure is a bleeder, high velocity blood splatter. The killer knew what they were doing, work was done quickly...Hey Grissom." Nick said.
"Yeah?"
"I thought you said this guy was 26."
"That's what the officer said when he called it in." Grissom said before heading back to the DB.
"This student ID says differently...says he is a local freshman at the U of LV. Judging by the year he is only 19 going on 20." Nick said.
Grissom bent down and picked up the vic's wallet before picking the student ID and the ID that he assumed was the fake one. "The fake one's edges are bleeding, the words blurred, no hologram, and...that's the student ID photo isn't it? This is a piece of crap." Grissom declared.
"Wow, thought I'd never see the day that Gruesom Grissom would ever use such a simple word." Greg said with the head under his arm which he gave to David to process.
"Well...I doubt the body will tell us anymore till we get it back to the morgue...so I'll be on my way." said David bagging the body with the help of Nick.
"Wow this guy is such a pig." Greg said as he spotted a rotting left over fish under the bookshelf.
"That's how it is at the university isn't it?" Grissom asked, "Too tired to wash dishes, too busy to do anything but study study study if you're serious with your future."
"Yeah well that is just your opinion." Greg murmured before moving to search through the waste paper basket.
Grissom glared at him before opening a closet, dirty clothes tumbled out along with broken umbrellas and cracked CD cases. He bent down and searched through the stuff, before shoving it back in the closet, "Have you found anything incriminating?"
"Nope the killer is as clean as a whistle, maybe he or she left some prints on the knife but that's it." Greg said.
"Let's head back to the lab and process it." Grissom said, slowly getting up.
"Aye aye, boss." Greg said while stuffing some evidence into his kit.
Nick looked up from the laptop, "Should we take this too?"
"Might as well." said Grissom, "Some people have a journal or something on their computers."
"Yeah some." said Greg opening the door and walking out.
"So what've we got?" Greg asked the middle aged woman with reddish brown hair, the fingerprint expert. (I don't know what her name is...So I'll call her Shirley. If you know what her name is then plz tell me.)
"Nothing, the killer definitely used gloves." Shirley said while showing the way too consistent texture on the handle of the knife.
"How about the type of knife?"
"You'll have to ask that new girl, Andrea. I heard she's a weapons expert. The one that replaced your replacement." Shirley said.
"Okay, thanks." Greg said heading towards the DNA lab. "Hey, Andrea." Greg said as a pretty woman of 26 looked up, she had loose wavy black hair that fell to her mid back, soulful dark brown eyes, and a full red mouth.
"Yeah?" she said turning towards Greg.
"Can you tell me anything about this knife, besides there's a lot of blood on it?"
Andrea snorted and said, "Classic kitchen knife, almost everybody have them in their houses unless they go for the expensive silver type."
"So anybody could own one?" Greg asked.
"That's right, could even be owned by your vic." Andrea said before her pager went off, "Whoops, gotta fly." she apologized before riffling through a bunch of papers and heading out the door.
Greg took a peek at the stuff that was being processed for his team's crime scene and did some lab work himself. Several hours later, he came up with nothing that would link anybody to the crime scene. He scowled heftily before reaching for a computer. Typing in the student ID number on the U of LV's list he came up with Tim Michaels, failing all subjects except in football, where he is or was a quarter back. "Somebody on the football team is bound to be popular, which means a lotta friends and a lotta suspects." Greg muttered under his breath, "Great I always hated interrogations."
"So..." Nick drawled as he stepped out of the tahoe, "Football team first?"
"Yeah." Greg said watching the guys in the field playing what looked like extrememe musical chairs.
Nick and Greg entered the field and called the coach over, "We're with the crime lab. We would like to ask your team about the death of Tim Micheals."
The coach looked shocked, "Tim's dead?"
"It would seem so." Greg said, he had a great disliking towards football players. Courteousy to the treatment they gave him back in high school.
The first guy who was a defensive player, was the first to be interrogated, "You know Tim well, Joe?" Nick asked.
"We were best friends." he said shortly while eyeing anything but the CSI's faces.
"Why, Joe, does it seem you are hiding something from us?" Nick asked.
"Well...I...we..." Joe stuttered but didn't continue.
"Well we what?" Greg asked.
Joe looked down and didn't answer, Greg tried a different tactic he reached into his kit and pulled out the fake ID, "What can you tell me about this?"
Joe glanced at it frightened, but didn't answer. Greg placed both hands on his hips and his face grew from slightly annoyed to totally pissed off. Not very pleasant at all as everyone could tell, even Nick leaned a little bit away when Greg pulled that face, "You do realize by with holding something that could be important, you're letting us believe that maybe you are the murderer or that the murderer of your so called best friend is getting away." But Joe still refused to speak, "We can do this here and now or in an interrogation room back at the police department."
Joe looked sideways, but kept his mouth shut, "Looks like you're gonna miss out on practise." Greg said while leading him away.
Grissom, Nick, and Greg all watched Joe through the two way mirror. "He definitely has something to hide." Grissom remarked as Joe jumped at the slightest tap on the mirror.
"Who's gonna interrogate him?" Greg asked.
They both turned on him, "What? No-no you are not seriously considering me to..." Greg stuttered.
"Well Greggo, time for your very first official interrogation." said Nick smiling, "I'll be sitting on it, so you won't make a fool of yourself."
Greg faked a grin, "Thanks Nick. That's...that's a real confidence booster."
Nick smiled as he and Greg headed for the interrogation room, Joe jumped as they entered. Nick sat down on one chair while Greg stood, "So..." Greg drawled watching as Joe sweated. "Have you finally decided to tell us something?"
"I'm not telling you anything." Joe said angrily.
"Come on. We already know that you too have a fake ID, so tell us...who gave them to you?" Greg said as he pulled out both the fake ID's and slapped them on the table before Joe.
"I don't know." Joe said not meeting Greg's eyes.
"Quite telling lies and maybe I'll believe you. Just give me a name and you'll be off the hook...for now." Greg said.
Joe considered this proposition and finally relented, "Ryan." he said shortly.
"Does this Ryan have a last name?" Greg asked.
"Anderson. Ryan Anderson."
Well did you like it? Plz review and beta reader is an open job for any of yaz as long as you don't expect to get paid.