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With all the charms of a woman You've kept the secret of your youth
Title: Cast off
Chapter: Chapter Two
Rating: R for casefile
Warnings: Descriptive case details.
Prologue Ch.1
“Hey Doc, weren’t you supposed to go home?”
“I would, but Gil is worrying me. Did you know that he wasn’t going to take a shower after your grave digging expedition?” Doc Robbins greeted Warrick with a nod just as Gil rounded the corner into the morgue.
Warrick smirked, his shoulders lifting in a small shrug. “That’s Griss.”
“I heard that.” Gil neared the two men carrying a clipboard in one arm and putting on his glasses with his free hand. In the autopsy room, Doc had displayed the bodies on six separate tables. “There are times when case evidence is extremely time sensitive, especially in the field of entomology.”
“Right.” Warrick nodded awkwardly, his lips trying to hide an amused grin.
“I personally, am glad to see that you showered. That said, we have six bodies all at different stages of decomp.” Doc began explaining. “Jane Doe one to Jane Doe six, none of them have any bone fractures or signs of BFT of any kind. The ones that still have flesh show signs of sexual assault. All but one had breast augmentation. That evidence has been collected and sent to your evidence room.”
“No BFT… poisoned?” Warrick asked.
“Waiting for results from the lab. Jane Doe six and Jane Doe five, our most recent victims, have petechial hemorrhaging in their eyes, usually caused by asphyxia, which is the case here. Look at the bruising around the neck.”
Gil leaned in, adjusting his glasses as he eyed the corpse. His gaze slowly floated across the other corpses.
“The others are too far into decomp to see any contusions.” Doc said, having noted Gil’s study of the other bodies. “I’m going to have to study what muscle is left on the ones that have any to find a COD analysis.”
“No. I’m more concerned with the obvious here.” Gil commented. “They’re all blonde. They all look to be the same height.”
Warrick caught on and moved along the tables studying each corpse. “Same build. Eye color? Age range?” He glanced to Doc.
“The three that you can still tell? Brown-eyed. And I would guess anywhere from eighteen to twenty-five on the age; young ones.” The coroner answered. “What are you thinking? Serial?”
“Mass grave, potentially consistent COD pending further analysis, same physical attributes… I think it’s a reasonable assumption that someone has a type and a method.” Gil commented, pointing one gloved finger at Jane Doe one’s manicured nails.
Doc nodded at Gil. “They all had them.”
“We’re going to need to take those into evidence.” Warrick took the container filled with acrylic nails painted in several different colors. “You know, I’ll never understand why girls wear these things.”
“I don’t understand most unnecessary cosmetic changes that humans make to their bodies.” Gil commented with a small shake of his head.
Doc grinned. “My wife wears them. She says they make her feel sexy.”
Gil shrugged lightly and tilted his head into a small nod of concession. “Superficial gratification from a psychological perspective… interesting.”
“If only the dead could hear.” Warrick smirked. “You’d probably get a slap across the face for that one, Griss.”
“A simple observation of truth.” Gil answered dryly. “Based on the serial theory, we could use Jane Doe six as a template. Serials don’t change their methods unless through necessity. We can run with the assumption that he or she hasn’t felt that necessity yet.”
Doc nodded at Gil. “Alright. I can put a rush on JD number six with the lab.”
“Thanks Doc.”
“We’ll be in evidence.” Gil walked alongside Warrick out of the morgue into the hallway. “These girls are young. They could be a collection of showgirls from casinos or strippers or-“
“Vegas is full of them isn’t it? Young girls looking for a break?” Warrick commented.
Gil nodded. “We see many beautiful deaths before their time.”
“That’s one way to look at it, and I guess true.” Warrick followed Gil into the evidence room and set the container of acrylic nails down on the table with the accumulation of evidence from the gravesite. “But only you would word it like that.” He smirked.
“Six bodies. Six objects in the grave with them.” Gil began spreading out the evidence. “Our Churchill book, an IPOD, a music box, a picture frame, a box with a rosary in it, and a bottle of perfume.”
“And none of these things look like the other.” Warrick lifted a camera to re-document the evidence before they began dusting them for DNA and prints.
Gil lifted the music box and wound it before opening the lid. A warped melody played in the room, slowly finding its harmony as the motion forced the sand out of the cylinder. “Tchaikovsky. Sleeping Beauty Waltz.”
“Good ear.” Warrick praised. “So what are we thinking? One object per girl?”
“Men objectify women. Women objectify possessions.” Gil set the music box down as it continued to play the waltz. He lifted the antiqued covering of a glass montage of two renaissance figures dancing. Beneath, he found a small strip of paper. He furrowed his brow as he lifted it out to read the word ‘BITCH’ scrawled in blue ink. “Warrick?”
His colleague looked up, his own eyes narrowing at the sight. “From the music box?”
Gil set the paper down and lifted the IPOD as Warrick lifted the book. After sliding open the battery compartment, Gil retrieved another slip of paper with the same word scribbled on it.
Warrick held a matching slip up with the same word. “Bet Churchill wouldn’t appreciate this addition to his book.”
They found another inside the perfume bottle and one beneath the cotton lining of the rosary box. Warrick found the last after removing the backing off of the picture frame. “Someone didn’t like these women.”
“Someone was trying to prove a point.” Gil corrected.
“What kind of point?”
Gil shook his head, eyeing the six strips of paper. “I don’t know, but I don’t think they’re finished.”
“More sleeping beauties.” Warrick drew a deep breath and lifted the camera to snap the necessary photos of the papers.
“Sleep, sleep, beauty bright, dreaming in the joys of the night; Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep little sorrows sit and weep.”
Gil Grissom
CSI: Las Vegas
1,040 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. Please read the linked previous parts with this and it will make more sense. We’ll see how it goes and wish me luck!
Title: Cast off
Chapter: Chapter Two
Rating: R for casefile
Warnings: Descriptive case details.
Prologue Ch.1
“Hey Doc, weren’t you supposed to go home?”
“I would, but Gil is worrying me. Did you know that he wasn’t going to take a shower after your grave digging expedition?” Doc Robbins greeted Warrick with a nod just as Gil rounded the corner into the morgue.
Warrick smirked, his shoulders lifting in a small shrug. “That’s Griss.”
“I heard that.” Gil neared the two men carrying a clipboard in one arm and putting on his glasses with his free hand. In the autopsy room, Doc had displayed the bodies on six separate tables. “There are times when case evidence is extremely time sensitive, especially in the field of entomology.”
“Right.” Warrick nodded awkwardly, his lips trying to hide an amused grin.
“I personally, am glad to see that you showered. That said, we have six bodies all at different stages of decomp.” Doc began explaining. “Jane Doe one to Jane Doe six, none of them have any bone fractures or signs of BFT of any kind. The ones that still have flesh show signs of sexual assault. All but one had breast augmentation. That evidence has been collected and sent to your evidence room.”
“No BFT… poisoned?” Warrick asked.
“Waiting for results from the lab. Jane Doe six and Jane Doe five, our most recent victims, have petechial hemorrhaging in their eyes, usually caused by asphyxia, which is the case here. Look at the bruising around the neck.”
Gil leaned in, adjusting his glasses as he eyed the corpse. His gaze slowly floated across the other corpses.
“The others are too far into decomp to see any contusions.” Doc said, having noted Gil’s study of the other bodies. “I’m going to have to study what muscle is left on the ones that have any to find a COD analysis.”
“No. I’m more concerned with the obvious here.” Gil commented. “They’re all blonde. They all look to be the same height.”
Warrick caught on and moved along the tables studying each corpse. “Same build. Eye color? Age range?” He glanced to Doc.
“The three that you can still tell? Brown-eyed. And I would guess anywhere from eighteen to twenty-five on the age; young ones.” The coroner answered. “What are you thinking? Serial?”
“Mass grave, potentially consistent COD pending further analysis, same physical attributes… I think it’s a reasonable assumption that someone has a type and a method.” Gil commented, pointing one gloved finger at Jane Doe one’s manicured nails.
Doc nodded at Gil. “They all had them.”
“We’re going to need to take those into evidence.” Warrick took the container filled with acrylic nails painted in several different colors. “You know, I’ll never understand why girls wear these things.”
“I don’t understand most unnecessary cosmetic changes that humans make to their bodies.” Gil commented with a small shake of his head.
Doc grinned. “My wife wears them. She says they make her feel sexy.”
Gil shrugged lightly and tilted his head into a small nod of concession. “Superficial gratification from a psychological perspective… interesting.”
“If only the dead could hear.” Warrick smirked. “You’d probably get a slap across the face for that one, Griss.”
“A simple observation of truth.” Gil answered dryly. “Based on the serial theory, we could use Jane Doe six as a template. Serials don’t change their methods unless through necessity. We can run with the assumption that he or she hasn’t felt that necessity yet.”
Doc nodded at Gil. “Alright. I can put a rush on JD number six with the lab.”
“Thanks Doc.”
“We’ll be in evidence.” Gil walked alongside Warrick out of the morgue into the hallway. “These girls are young. They could be a collection of showgirls from casinos or strippers or-“
“Vegas is full of them isn’t it? Young girls looking for a break?” Warrick commented.
Gil nodded. “We see many beautiful deaths before their time.”
“That’s one way to look at it, and I guess true.” Warrick followed Gil into the evidence room and set the container of acrylic nails down on the table with the accumulation of evidence from the gravesite. “But only you would word it like that.” He smirked.
“Six bodies. Six objects in the grave with them.” Gil began spreading out the evidence. “Our Churchill book, an IPOD, a music box, a picture frame, a box with a rosary in it, and a bottle of perfume.”
“And none of these things look like the other.” Warrick lifted a camera to re-document the evidence before they began dusting them for DNA and prints.
Gil lifted the music box and wound it before opening the lid. A warped melody played in the room, slowly finding its harmony as the motion forced the sand out of the cylinder. “Tchaikovsky. Sleeping Beauty Waltz.”
“Good ear.” Warrick praised. “So what are we thinking? One object per girl?”
“Men objectify women. Women objectify possessions.” Gil set the music box down as it continued to play the waltz. He lifted the antiqued covering of a glass montage of two renaissance figures dancing. Beneath, he found a small strip of paper. He furrowed his brow as he lifted it out to read the word ‘BITCH’ scrawled in blue ink. “Warrick?”
His colleague looked up, his own eyes narrowing at the sight. “From the music box?”
Gil set the paper down and lifted the IPOD as Warrick lifted the book. After sliding open the battery compartment, Gil retrieved another slip of paper with the same word scribbled on it.
Warrick held a matching slip up with the same word. “Bet Churchill wouldn’t appreciate this addition to his book.”
They found another inside the perfume bottle and one beneath the cotton lining of the rosary box. Warrick found the last after removing the backing off of the picture frame. “Someone didn’t like these women.”
“Someone was trying to prove a point.” Gil corrected.
“What kind of point?”
Gil shook his head, eyeing the six strips of paper. “I don’t know, but I don’t think they’re finished.”
“More sleeping beauties.” Warrick drew a deep breath and lifted the camera to snap the necessary photos of the papers.
“Sleep, sleep, beauty bright, dreaming in the joys of the night; Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep little sorrows sit and weep.”
Gil Grissom
CSI: Las Vegas
1,040 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. Please read the linked previous parts with this and it will make more sense. We’ll see how it goes and wish me luck!
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