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I am ready to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me is another matter. Winston Churchill
OOC: So, I’m trying something new. This will be an ongoing case with Gil. I am going to attempt to continue to write it to its completion. The prompts from the communities I write for will help guide the case along different paths. I think it will be fun. I know that I often start the opening of cases and leave them hanging with Gil’s quips much like the opening to most CSI Las Vegas episodes. Hopefully I can accomplish this goal just for the fun of having a finished case. We’ll see how it goes and wish me luck!
Title: Cast off
Chapter: Prologue
Rating: R for casefile
Warnings: None Yet.
Gil lifted his hat and raised a forearm to swipe at the sheen of perspiration that glazed over his forehead. It was an even 110 degrees in the desert today. The wind blew with such velocity that it was difficult to see more than a dozen yards away and it would be hell on skin to remove the long sleeved, high collared jacket he wore.
“Well, Griss, looks like we lost the draw on cases today.” Warrick commented, stepping up beside Gil.
The supervisor merely shrugged and lifted the handkerchief stopping him from breathing in dirt to speak. “In all honesty it probably wasn’t a fair draw due to our lack of presence. Day shift was overrun. Thanks for coming in.”
“You would think Ecklie would hand us an inside case for our trouble, you know? A place with air conditioning.”
Gil smirked lightly and shook his head. “Not a chance.” He had known Ecklie for years and while the two men didn’t always like each other, they respected each other. They both felt the other had earned said respect from the other. And underneath the tension there was something that resembled a friendship that rarely was shown to everyone else. “Besides, look at the flies, just think of what other bug life could be beneath the dirt.”
“So we’re digging?” Warrick asked, replacing his own facemask to keep the dirt from the air he breathed.
“We’re digging.” Gil turned to the workers who had arrived at the area, moving to the crime scene team leader. He spoke above the hum of vehicles and the harsh wind beating on his clothing. “In a few hours we’ll start hitting sundown. Can we get some nightlights out here?”
“Sure thing. Anything you need Doctor Grissom.”
Gil nodded. “We’ll be digging around the body. Only Warrick Brown, the coroner, the police chief, and any detectives on hand are allowed within ten feet of the body besides myself without express consent from myself or the chief.”
“Got it. I’ll get those lights ordered out here. They’ll be set up before sunset.”
“Thank you.” Gil replaced the bandana over his nose and lips as he made his way back to Warrick. He knelt next to the half of a hand that was sticking out of the sand. “Still flesh on the hand. This can’t be more than a few days old.”
“Must be no blood to attract animals. This hand would’ve been long gone.” Warrick commented.
“We dig a foot out around what would be the circumference of the body. Then we turn into archeologists with brushes and spoons. We need to keep the body as intact as possible and we have no idea what condition it’s in.” Gil instructed.
Over the course of the next five hours they worked, enlisting the help of the crime scene crew to dig around the body. It was well into nightfall when the two CSI’s shooed everyone away to meticulously work in closer proximity to the sand covered corpse. As promised, several spotlights had been brought in to shine over the crime scene. The wind had died with the sunlight, slowing to a light breeze.
Gil continued to brush away dirt from the body when his brush clicked against something hard. After retrieving his flashlight, he brushed more sand away to reveal one long skeletal finger. “Hey, Warrick? We have more than one body here.”
“You gotta be kidding me.” Warrick stood and walked around to the side that Gil was on and knelt next to him to inspect the finger. “Got a book and an IPOD. Bet Apple doesn’t insure these babies for grave damage.” His wiggled the IPOD at Gil with one gloved hand before reaching for two plastic bags.
“May I see the book?” Gil took the book and nodded. “’Thoughts and Adventures’ by Winston Churchill. Interesting.” He slipped the book into the bag that Warrick held out.
“So we got two bodies. Guess we’re pulling a triple shift.”
“So far. We have two bodies so far.” Gil corrected.
Warrick lifted an eyebrow. “You guessing there’s more?”
Gil shook his head. “I try never to guess. I’m just not making a final head count until we know for certain.” He paused, studying the scene before him as he lifted the brush again. “We are masters of the unsaid words, but slaves to those we let slip out.”
“Let me guess, Churchill?” Warrick smirked amusedly and stood to walk back to the opposite side. “No guessing. Got it. What did he say about death?”
It only took Gil a beat to run through the massive span of normally useless knowledge in his head before he spoke again. “I am ready to meet my maker. Whether my maker is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me is another matter.”
“Can’t stump you.” Warrick quipped around a chuckle. “Remind me to let Ecklie know how much I appreciate him handing us this case when we get back.”
A corner of Gil’s lips lifted in amusement as he resumed his fastidious brushing at sand, flesh, and bone. “I’m fairly certain that Ecklie isn’t prepared for the ordeal of meeting us after this case either.”
Gil Grissom
CSI: Las Vegas
865 Words
OOC: So, I’m trying something new. This will be an ongoing case with Gil. I am going to attempt to continue to write it to its completion. The prompts from the communities I write for will help guide the case along different paths. I think it will be fun. I know that I often start the opening of cases and leave them hanging with Gil’s quips much like the opening to most CSI Las Vegas episodes. Hopefully I can accomplish this goal just for the fun of having a finished case. We’ll see how it goes and wish me luck!
Title: Cast off
Chapter: Prologue
Rating: R for casefile
Warnings: None Yet.
Gil lifted his hat and raised a forearm to swipe at the sheen of perspiration that glazed over his forehead. It was an even 110 degrees in the desert today. The wind blew with such velocity that it was difficult to see more than a dozen yards away and it would be hell on skin to remove the long sleeved, high collared jacket he wore.
“Well, Griss, looks like we lost the draw on cases today.” Warrick commented, stepping up beside Gil.
The supervisor merely shrugged and lifted the handkerchief stopping him from breathing in dirt to speak. “In all honesty it probably wasn’t a fair draw due to our lack of presence. Day shift was overrun. Thanks for coming in.”
“You would think Ecklie would hand us an inside case for our trouble, you know? A place with air conditioning.”
Gil smirked lightly and shook his head. “Not a chance.” He had known Ecklie for years and while the two men didn’t always like each other, they respected each other. They both felt the other had earned said respect from the other. And underneath the tension there was something that resembled a friendship that rarely was shown to everyone else. “Besides, look at the flies, just think of what other bug life could be beneath the dirt.”
“So we’re digging?” Warrick asked, replacing his own facemask to keep the dirt from the air he breathed.
“We’re digging.” Gil turned to the workers who had arrived at the area, moving to the crime scene team leader. He spoke above the hum of vehicles and the harsh wind beating on his clothing. “In a few hours we’ll start hitting sundown. Can we get some nightlights out here?”
“Sure thing. Anything you need Doctor Grissom.”
Gil nodded. “We’ll be digging around the body. Only Warrick Brown, the coroner, the police chief, and any detectives on hand are allowed within ten feet of the body besides myself without express consent from myself or the chief.”
“Got it. I’ll get those lights ordered out here. They’ll be set up before sunset.”
“Thank you.” Gil replaced the bandana over his nose and lips as he made his way back to Warrick. He knelt next to the half of a hand that was sticking out of the sand. “Still flesh on the hand. This can’t be more than a few days old.”
“Must be no blood to attract animals. This hand would’ve been long gone.” Warrick commented.
“We dig a foot out around what would be the circumference of the body. Then we turn into archeologists with brushes and spoons. We need to keep the body as intact as possible and we have no idea what condition it’s in.” Gil instructed.
Over the course of the next five hours they worked, enlisting the help of the crime scene crew to dig around the body. It was well into nightfall when the two CSI’s shooed everyone away to meticulously work in closer proximity to the sand covered corpse. As promised, several spotlights had been brought in to shine over the crime scene. The wind had died with the sunlight, slowing to a light breeze.
Gil continued to brush away dirt from the body when his brush clicked against something hard. After retrieving his flashlight, he brushed more sand away to reveal one long skeletal finger. “Hey, Warrick? We have more than one body here.”
“You gotta be kidding me.” Warrick stood and walked around to the side that Gil was on and knelt next to him to inspect the finger. “Got a book and an IPOD. Bet Apple doesn’t insure these babies for grave damage.” His wiggled the IPOD at Gil with one gloved hand before reaching for two plastic bags.
“May I see the book?” Gil took the book and nodded. “’Thoughts and Adventures’ by Winston Churchill. Interesting.” He slipped the book into the bag that Warrick held out.
“So we got two bodies. Guess we’re pulling a triple shift.”
“So far. We have two bodies so far.” Gil corrected.
Warrick lifted an eyebrow. “You guessing there’s more?”
Gil shook his head. “I try never to guess. I’m just not making a final head count until we know for certain.” He paused, studying the scene before him as he lifted the brush again. “We are masters of the unsaid words, but slaves to those we let slip out.”
“Let me guess, Churchill?” Warrick smirked amusedly and stood to walk back to the opposite side. “No guessing. Got it. What did he say about death?”
It only took Gil a beat to run through the massive span of normally useless knowledge in his head before he spoke again. “I am ready to meet my maker. Whether my maker is prepared for the ordeal of meeting me is another matter.”
“Can’t stump you.” Warrick quipped around a chuckle. “Remind me to let Ecklie know how much I appreciate him handing us this case when we get back.”
A corner of Gil’s lips lifted in amusement as he resumed his fastidious brushing at sand, flesh, and bone. “I’m fairly certain that Ecklie isn’t prepared for the ordeal of meeting us after this case either.”
Gil Grissom
CSI: Las Vegas
865 Words
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