Chapter Thirteen
Really Short Random Thoughts
Disclaimer et al see first chapter.
Prompts from BeckyCSI: alkaline, requistion, placid, cheese, quail.
"Dr. Grissom, you're telling the jury the deceased wasn't stabbed and killed by our defendant, is that correct?" ADA Klein sounded incredulous.
"Evidence CSI collected supports the victim was stabbed by the defendant, but the stab wounds were superficial and none life threatening. Delayed tests from our lab determined the victim was killed by alkaline poisoning, potassium hydroxide poisoning from an industrial accident."
After the charges of murder had been dismissed, Maddie caught Gil by the sleeve as he attempted to leave the courtroom, "Shit, Gil, why didn't you tell me? Thanks for blowing my case."
"Evidence doesn't lie."
Ray Langford signed his W2 forms and had finished completing all necessary 'new hire' paperwork in Gil Grissom's office.
"You're leaving, I'm new. So, do I get your office?" Ray laughed.
"Did you fill out a requisition for an office form?" Gil deadpanned.
"Really? There's one of those?"
"This is a bureaucracy. When I'm gone, I suppose Conrad or Catherine will determine who gets it."
"You're going to travel?" Grissom nodded. "Where are you going first?"
"Costa Rica," he answered simply.
Ray shrugged his shoulders, "Interesting choice."
"I'm going after the woman I love."
"The victim's name was Aaron Hebert, from Port Allen, Louisiana. He was a truck driver for Placid Refining Company; he transported refined fuels here two times a week. His semi is in the back lot."
Detective Vartann had filled the two CSI's on the identify of the body that had been discovered in a dumpster behind the 'Super 8' on Boulder Highway, then he left the scene to question employees of the motel.
Grissom smiled at Sara, "I guess one of us needs to check his room and the other go over his truck. Flip you for it?"
"Sure."
"Say cheese!" Grissom focused his old film-less Nikon F2 and pressed the shutter button as Sara began to teasingly remove her clothes piece by piece.
"Throw your head back." Snap.
"Sweep your hand through your hair." Snap.
"Turn this way a bit." Snap.
The fantasy had been one of hers: a sexy super-model; handsome photographer; nude portraits leading to a steamy hot love making session.
Grissom wished she'd let him use film just once; he really wanted to capture her raw beauty in black and white.
"Pout your lips." Snap.
"Touch your breasts." Snap.
"Spread your ass." Snap.
Snap.
"Umm, I'm still a vegetarian." Sara looked beautiful but extremely miffed and uncomfortable as she closed her menu.
Grissom used his right hand to tug behind his ear. "I know." He'd been sipping wine, watching her, his menu unopened.
"They serve quail and things like: 'toad in a hole', 'bubble and squeak' and 'pie and mash'. All meat."
"This place is a five star 'vegetarian' restaurant according to Google." Then he noticed the subtitle of the establishment on the closed menu in front of him. "Look it says they're "Vegetarian free." I screwed up, Sara. I'm sorry. We'll leave."
To be continued…These stories are on temporary Hiatus until the writer returns. A real life/death situation has arisen preventing the writer from posting more at this time. She should return within the week.