briguy4588
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Post by briguy4588 on Aug 1, 2006 0:46:39 GMT 1
Normally it took a lot to break Brian's spirit. But when they came and hooked electrodes into him, he began to wonder. And then his heart sank when he noticed the wires coming from the car batteries. They disarmed the grenade, and Brian realized he might be doing some thrashing about in pain after all.
A woman came and tured on the TV camera. She was dressed like the men: black tactical outfits like some urban military group, with black ski masks. She pressed another button and the red light turned on. From somewhere behind him, a man flipped a switch, and electricity coursed through Brian's body. His back arched, and he violently thrashed about, his chair falling, and some of his ropes even snapping.
He screamed in pain, but somewhere in the dark recesses of his mind he knew the crime lab would be getting this tape. His captors were laughing, jeering... right by the camera! Despite the intense pain, he had to act quick. He grunted two words, two of the most important words of his life, and prayed that his captors wouldn't notice it amidst the screams.
"Voice... patterns..."
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Post by anaya on Aug 1, 2006 1:22:04 GMT 1
Anaya hated it when people didn't notice her. Of course from what she gathered her skill as an anthropologist would do them no good, but she was a CSI like any of the rest of them and she could help with this crisis. But what ever, She was listining to everyting that went on. Sortof watching like a cat form just outside Luke's office. she heard all about the note and the finger, and for a moment she debated about saying something then getting over her fear of bosses she chose to say something. Stepping quietly in to Luke's office. "The handwriting on the top needs to be analyzed. Even if we have nothing to compare it to, It could tells alot about his, (Anaya hadn't caught the name) abductors." Anaya wasn't a handwriting specalist. She wouldn't even know who was in this place. But she was on a roll, the Newsprint was upside down to her but she reconized a local paper's type. "Papers Local, other than that I can't tell much, other than the Kidnapper reads to many detective stories."
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csihamlet
Alas, Poor Warrick... er.... Yorick
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Post by csihamlet on Aug 1, 2006 1:29:08 GMT 1
Hamlet had had a hard day at work, and was grateful it was time to go home for the night. He wandered down to the car park yawning. It was dark down there, and spooky, so he didn't hang about, especially as he thought he saw a shadow watching him as he climbed into his car.
He put the keys in the ignition, started the engine, and pulled away. He couldn't help noticing another car was doing the same just a few spaces away. He left the carpark, but still, a few blocks from the lab, the car followed him.
Hamlet considered phoning the Doreen and the frontline detectives, but he felt a bit of a fool. It was probably nothing, just coincidence, besides, he was firearms trained and supposed to be capable of looking after himself. For once though he regreted not carrying a firearm.
Hamlet lived quite close to the lab, so soon arrived outside his apartment. His tail, he noticed, had stopped in traffic some distance away, so he didn't waste any time, but raced from his car into the apartment and bolted the door. He decided he wasn't going to open the door to anyone that night.
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The next day Hamlet woke pleased that he hadn't raised the alarm the previous night. Clearly it had been a false alarm. He showered, breakfasted, and switched on the TV. Then, as usual, just before he was due to leave for work he quickly checked his mail. There was a small cardboard box on the doormat. And the label was eeriely familiar.
Hamlet decided he had better make that phone call to the lab after all.
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briguy4588
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Post by briguy4588 on Aug 1, 2006 4:51:47 GMT 1
It had been quiet for a long time once they were done torturing him. His captors sat around cleaning weapons and drinking coffee, and took turns posting a guard further down the tunnel. Brian decided it was time to try talking again, now that the grenade setup had been dismantled.
"Why me?" He asked, hoping it sounded innocent enough.
"Because," replied the woman, "YOU put my boyfriend in jail. YOU didn't have an alarm hooked up at your house. YOU are just one of the wimpy new CSIs that --"
"He ain't wimpy. He broke my nose with that freakin' bowl!" Complained one of the men.
"...Either way," continued the woman, "we're getting a witness, and we're also getting you."
"Oh, how original," snapped Brian. "The old 'give us what we want or he dies' deal, and then you kill me anyways, right? Give me a break. You people have no idea what you're up against. They're working day and night trying to find me -- the SWAT team is probably gearing up right now to --"
"Yes, CSI Shefkowitz. We both know how long it takes to analyze evidence, and we both know you're bluffing. And by the way, it's not the same old deal. We're spicing it up." The woman's watch beeped twice, and the men began packing up. "We're moving. You'll be set up in our special rig, designed by yours truly, and then you'll never see us, or much of anything, ever again."
Brian wondered how he could possibly insult such an egotistical maniac. He saw her whip out yet another needle.
"You're fat," came Brian's childish, but effective insult, and she stuck him with the needle with more-than-neccessary force. " With his foot, he drew an arrow in the ground, pointing the direction the men were dragging him.
And he was alone in his mind again, moving to his final destination.
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scorpii
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Post by scorpii on Aug 1, 2006 18:07:18 GMT 1
Sam couldn't believe Brian was kidnapped. KIDNAPPED! She didn't want to believe it, but she had to. As soon as the box and the note were on her desk, she started processing it. It took her a while because of the cardboard of the box, but she found out the writing on it was pencil, hastily written, but somewhat rounded indicating - female. It was also hard to tell wether left- or righthanded, but it turned out to be written by a right handed female. Then it was the time for the note. Since it were letters from newspapers, Sam couldn't examine the handwriting. What she could do was examining the paper, the glue, the newspaper-paper [nice word!] and the ink. Four and a half hour later, she dropped the report on Luke's desk. The paper was common, you could buy it anywhere. The same on the glue. But, knowing that every newspaper used it's own special combo of paper and ink , and she had found out it was cut from the New York Times. She had even researched of which day's paper the letters could be, and the most probable seemed yesterday's or last Friday's. 'I examined it. My report' Sam said to Luke, as she dropped the report on his desk. He was on the phone with someone. She didn't want to interrupt him on this very special case and silently left the office. 'Yes, you should take it here, Hamlet, that would be better I guess' she heard him say, and wondered if there would be more work for her.
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Post by laura on Aug 1, 2006 19:32:06 GMT 1
Laura went to the DNA lab to test some of the blood they swabbed at the scene. She waited rather impatiently for the results. She really wasn't in the mood for waiting right now. Finally they came back. One was Brian's and the other belonged to a Leslie Harris. She took the dna results and went to tell Luke.
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csihamlet
Alas, Poor Warrick... er.... Yorick
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Post by csihamlet on Aug 1, 2006 21:55:42 GMT 1
There was no one answering the phone at the lab, so Hamlet figured all he could do was take the package straight to the lab.
He bagged it, then drove there, and marched in to see Luke. But Luke wasn't there.
He wondered where Luke was, and whether he should open it without him? That didn't seem right somehow, he ought to do it in the presence of the supervisor...
Maybe he should just leave it there for a minute with a note, while he went to see if there were any more DNA results.
So he quickly scrawled a note.
He met Laura on the way to the lab who filled him in on the blood results. Leslie Harris. Hmm. She would need checking out. Hamlet wondered if she was on the criminal record database.
He continued on to the lab, though, in the hope there were some results back on the green substance under Brian's fingernail. And there was! It was a rare type of mould, a type only found in New York subway tunnels. Result!
Hamlet was thrilled. They were surely one step closer to finding Brian. Clearly they hadn't found him yet though. There were an awful lot of tunnels in New York... They needed more than that to pinpoint his exact location, in order to be able to send in a SWAT team.
Nevertheless, Hamlet practically ran back to Luke's office with the good news.
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Post by laura on Aug 1, 2006 23:17:25 GMT 1
*I think this would be a detectives job, but they're kind of both in the show* Laura looked up Leslie Harris and found not much on her own record...one DUI. But apparently she had a boyfriend who was put away for second degree murder. She went to tell Zora. "Well, there's not that much of interest about Leslie herself she explained. "But her boyfriend, Emilio Marquez was arrested recently for second degree murder."
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ivycolt
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Post by ivycolt on Aug 1, 2006 23:30:02 GMT 1
Zora was bursting with news to tell someone. As she was headed out the door to tell her co-workers what she had found she noticed Laura coming in. After she listened to what Laura had to say Zora nodded and says, "I just found that out as well. I took the name Peter Nicolson that was on the package and looked him up. He is in the witness protection program because he testified against Emilio Marquez during his murder trial. In my way of thinking Emilio's little lady wants revenge."
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Post by laura on Aug 1, 2006 23:39:52 GMT 1
"Yeah that's what I'm thinking too," Laura nodded. She decided to call Doreen so she could talk to some of Leslie's friends. If Zora and Laura's theory was correct most of them would probably say they hadn't seen her in a while.
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briguy4588
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Post by briguy4588 on Aug 1, 2006 23:48:05 GMT 1
He had been stripped down to his boxers, and been shackled to the floor by his ankles. He was in a dark room -- the windows had been sealed up with plaster or cement... in fact, the room looked airtight!
Brian looked more closely at his surroundings now. This was weird.
Several locked steel suitcases were scattered throughout the room, all connected by a tangled mess of thin wires. As he became fully conscious, he also became aware that his eyes were watering and itchy, and his throat burned. A faint hissing sound reached his attention, and he traced the source back to a large tank in the corner of the room. The valve had been opened just barely enough to allow the faintest amount of gas to escape. But Brian wasn't stupid. There was probably nerve gas in that tank -- and he was going to run out of air eventually... this was going to be a really slow, painful death.
A man came in through a trap door in the ceiling, and stacked a couple more suitcases at the opposite end of the room. Brian realized three things at this point: 1) He was in another basement. 2) The suitcases were probably packed with enough explosives to level the neighborhood, and the house was probably loaded with triggers and tripwires. 3) The man was within arm's reach.
Brian quietly crouched, and when the man bent over to hook up some wires, Brian lunged. He slammed his left fist down onto the base of the man's spine, and removed the man's sidearm with his right hand. The man sank to his knees, but whipped around and punched Brian in the face.
Brian countered with a quick chop to the man's neck, who kicked Brian in the stomach. Then he noticed the gun in Brian's hand. They grappled for what seemed like hours, grunting and hitting and spitting, though it was less than a minute. Their strength was matched, however, but the man knew Brian was injured, and the adrenaline would wear out soon enough.
The man whispered menacingly in Brian's ear, "I begged them to let me keep you awake while I sawed off your finger. So I made sure to do it extra slow..."
That was it. Brian landed a powerful elbow in the man's face, knocking him backwards. The man immediately got to his feet, but Brian already had the gun pointed at his head.
"So, it was you, huh?" Brian asked, spitting blood out of his mouth. "Well, you took a little something of mine, so I'm taking a little something from you."
Brian aimed the gun lower.
A shot rang out in the night. That's how they do things in L.A.
Brian's captors heard the shot loud and clear, though they were out in the street preparing to leave. Swearing under her breath, Leslie jumped in the van with the other men and drove off, abandoning their last guy... someone was sure to have heard it, and even though no cop would be able to find that trap door, she didn't want to be anywhere near here. Besides, she had a witness to pick up soon.
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csihamlet
Alas, Poor Warrick... er.... Yorick
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Post by csihamlet on Aug 2, 2006 12:22:16 GMT 1
Hamlet dashed into Luke's office, hoping to share his discovery about the subway mould. But Luke still wasn't there.
Slightly miffed, Hamlet realised though that opening the package he had left on Luke's desk couldn't wait. Every minute they waited brought Brian nearer to a grisly end.
So he collected the package and took it to a bench in the main lab. Then he went to find some of his colleagues so they could come and help with the new crucial piece of evidence.
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Fabian
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Post by Fabian on Aug 2, 2006 13:26:54 GMT 1
Luke had just finished talking to Brian's parents. They flew in from California. He could still hear his mother screaming in his head "Bring my boy back!". He needed a second to get some air.
Luke walked up to Hamlet. "Sorry that I wasn't there, all kinds of people are asking for me. Judges, attorney's, tv wants a statement. And of course the hardest part, Brian's family and friends. Being a supervisor asks for a lot of responsibilities at the same time. Now, let's see what's in this package."
Luke put on gloves and got a little knife to open the side of the package. There was a new letter in it, as well as another smaller package.
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scorpii
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Post by scorpii on Aug 2, 2006 18:51:44 GMT 1
Sam walked out of the lab just to get some air. Normally she wouldn't need it, but with this, Brian being kidnapped... It had shocked her, it really had. She almost tripped over a loose tile when she discovered the media outside. One woman in particular: Lizzy Hibiscus. 'You!' Sam hissed angrily, while she stared at Lizzy. 'Me' Lizzy said simply. 'What are you doing here?' 'My job. So, what have you to say about your colleague being kidnapped?' Sam noticed how the media got closer to her. 'No comment' she said, and fled back inside. She immediately got to Luke's office. 'It's a nightmare out there!' she said. 'How does the media know about Brian's kidnapping this fast?'
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ivycolt
RPG Character: Zora Lockhart
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Post by ivycolt on Aug 2, 2006 19:25:43 GMT 1
Running towards Luke's office Zora hoped that noone had found Brian's location and sent the team in yet. What she had just found was pretty terrifying indeed. In the hallway ahead she saw her colleague Laura.
"Laura, I'm on my way to Luke's office I have some scary information. Emilio's brother has a prior record. He is a bomb expert, he is still at large for the 2nd street warehouse bombing last year. Wherever they have Brian is probably "booby trapped". We need to make sure the team that goes in for him knows to be careful. We'll need the bomb squad for sure."
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