Hada bad week so I'm killing somebody off...again. Anyways yeah don't own a thing blahblahblah.
Luv to the reviewer:
Simply Crisis: Yes, kinda changed Greg's personality almost to his old self, the new Greg on CSI is way too serious. Yes, Joe is a spoiled brat but not you...I didn't mean to say you were a spoiled brat, just him so apologies. Updateness is on every weekend...hopefully.
Anyways plz review luv to hear from you...now I'm gonna go study for that french test that I'm sure to fail.
Secret Whispers: Chapter Six The Mona Lisa
Grissom looked up from settling his new pink toed tarantula as his phone rang, he let Jolie (as he dubbed his new tarantula) to settle in the glass tank before picking up the phone, "Grissom."
Brass breathed down the phone before saying, "I got another body here."
"What?"
"I would seriously say our killer for Michaels was a serial killer, best hurry up. Doesn't look like it's been here long." Brass informed Grissom before telling him the address.
Grissom hurried out the door informed David of another body and practically dragged Nick and Greg out the door, Cath followed interested. Grissom gave her the blue eyed stare, "What?" she asked annoyed.
"Don't you have another case you should be working on?"
"I already put it to bed, don't worry Grissom. I swear I won't compromise the evidence or something."
Grissom sighed and opened the door to his car and filed everyone in, he drove faster then he normally would. As soon as Grissom saw the lights flashing about on the police cars, he slammed hard on the break. Greg clutched the passenger side door as he nearly got whip lash, everyone hurriedly unbuckled and Greg fell to the ground, beseeching it. "Land! Glorious land!"
"No time for your antics Greg we best get moving." Nick said.
Greg sighed and gagged as the heavy stench of blood reached his nostrils, the body was sprawled on it's stomach like the last murder. However and thank god it was not headless and it still had it's clothes back on. However this time a different picture was inscribed upon the back, a very famous and missing painting at that. Yep, the Mona Lisa.
Grissom and the team pulled on their gloves as they showed their identification to the assisting officers. Just within the perimeters was Brass, looking slightly rattled as he tried to fend off the news crew from Channel 75. "I'm so glad we don't have to deal with the media." said Catherine.
"Ditto."
Grissom reached inside the deceased pockets and pulled out an ID, "Vic is named Angelena Vermount, age 25, russian."
Nick stopped for a moment, "Hey, I think I know that name."
"Why?" Greg asked shining a flashlight over the grassy park area where the body was deposited, "Did you go out with her?"
"Nah, mind you who'd ditch such a beauty? Anyways getting back on track, the last name kinda rings a bell."
Greg sat on his haunches, "Vermount...Vermount...yeah you're right. But from where?"
Cath raised an eyebrow at Grissom, he touched a finger to his lips indicating to remain silent so the two could think. "I got it. Lilly Vermount, that cheerleader from the university. Friend to our number one suspect...or number two...either way." Nick declared.
"Looks like our suspect list just keeps on getting longer and longer." Grissom said as the ME arrived. "Took you long enough."
"Yeah, got held up in traffic." David remarked as he placed his bag down on a spot which wasn't splattered with blood.
Cath took some photos of the vic's position and the blood splatter pattern all around her before nodding to David to proceed. "Probably no good getting footprints. This is a local park, I doubt one of the kids playing around here could be the killer."
David reached over and turned the vic over on her back and pointed to the nose and inside her lips, "There's bruising right there. Indicates she was smothered, might have been drugged. When we get back to the lab I'll send for a tox result as soon as possible.
"Liver temperature shows us she has only been dead for a little over two hours." David frowned and checked the vic's bare arms, "No bruises. Either she was smothered behind or the killer's quick. No defensive wounds either." he noted at the perfectly manicured nails.
Nick stood up, "Why would the murderer break his pattern."
"It could be a her." said Cath slightly miffed at the thought of woman not getting enough credit these days.
"We don't know for sure so I'll just say he. Anyways with Michaels the vic was naked, cut into pieces, beheaded, and it was done while he was drunk. With this one she still roughly has her clothes on..." he said indicating the torn back of the tank top she was wearing, "No cuts either then the back, smothered, not beheaded and so on."
"A killer's mind is a messed up place." Greg remarked holding up a burnt piece of wood and studying it. "Maybe he or she has problems with men or that one guy in particular and not with this woman."
"But if the killer had a grudge against this lady then why not do the same as Michaels?"
"He or she likes women more?" Greg asked his eyebrows raised.
Cath blew out of her mouth, "As interesting as this debate sounds. Can you wait until we get back to the lab and you two get with a profiler? Cause we got to process this scene and quickly, dawn's coming in about an hour. Don't want people swamping this place do we?" she added noting the lightening horizon.
Greg and Nick immediately ceased their argument and bent down to work. Nothing anywhere at the scene would give away the killer, the murderer was a professional as much as the team would hate to admit. "Do you think it's the same kind of knife that carved the picture in Michaels?" Greg asked.
"Well, we'll just ask Andrea to compare the marks made in each of the body's." Nick replied.
"You can't." said Cath circling around the enclosed area, " Andrea is on the next shift, she gets to rest from pulling a double the other night. Hodges I think is doing trace tonight."
Greg frowned and made the sign to ward of evil, before picking up a scarf about 50 yards away from the victim. He gave it a tentative whiff, the sickeningly sweet smell of chloroform rushed into his nostrils, he quickly bagged it before exposing himself to too much. The results would not be good, nothing else incriminating was found at the scene. The body was bagged up and driven to the morgue while the police and CSI's cleaned up the mess.
Back at the lab Greg asked Nick if he had found anything slightly related to the alcohol products to the first murder. Nick just shrugged and answered, "Nothing at his house. The alcohol he ingested did not really have a really significant signature. But I've given it to Hodges to work on..."
Greg moved out of the way as some of the day shift blew through on their way to sign in, "I'll go ask Hodges about the scarf."
"Don't get your head taken off." Nick informed him.
"I'll be a lucky man if I don't." Greg said dutifully before backing into the wall.
Nick shook his head and glared at his watch that indicated he still had a hour left on his shift. Greg made it to the lab without anymore mishaps, "So..." he drawled and bugged Hodges as he went inside his former glass cage, "What's the dealio on the chloroform, the scarf, and the fibers in the vic's mouth and nostrils."
Hodges was clearly pissed off, "First off I'm not your robotic servant. Second I'm still human and I can't do everything you ask of me all at once."
"Ahhhh...and here I thought I left my position in good hands. Now I'm just not so sure."
Hodges just glared, "I didn't say I couldn't do it."
"Uhuh...right..." said Greg skeptically.
Hodges rolled his eyes, "Whatever. The fibers matches the scarf...of course. The scarf is really expensive silk and the chloroform is unnaturally pure."
"Well. That's helpful." Greg said.
Hodges shrugged and shooed Greg out of his lab. 'That kid has sure changed a lot.' thought Hodges wistfully, he missed the colourful shirts, the loud music from hell, and most of all Greg's attitude, even if it consisted of telling everybody how the DNA results reminded him of some sort of animal's mating habits.