CSI Hamlet arrives at the lab drenched. It is pouring with rain outside, and freezing cold.
He leaves damp clothing and muddy pools of water behind him as his makes his way to the Ballistics Lab where he expects to find Brian. They had agreed to meet to discuss the case they were working on, a double shooting. But when he arrives the lab is locked. Brian is not in sight. He should be there by now. Brian, like Hamlet, is usually punctual.
Hamlet shrugs and wanders back to his bench to work on his fibre evidence. He'll try catching up with that slacker Brian later.
Last Edit: Jul 29, 2006 19:20:57 GMT 1 by csihamlet
Laura came in a bit late as usual. Her coworkers liked to tease her about how she was constantly late, especially the ones that were always on time like Brian. But as she passed the Ballistics lab she noticed the timely Brian wasn't there. Confused she noticed Hamlet, who had been working on a double shooting with him and decided to ask him. "Where's Brian?" she asked. "I came in like twenty minutes late today, expecting at least a smirk about how I'm never on time and he's not here."
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"I haven't seen him," says Hamlet. "He missed our scheduled meeting earlier. Are you telling me he still hasn't arrived?"
He looks at his watch. Brian is an hour late for work! Hamlet had been so engrossed in his fibre evidence processing he hadn't realised the time.
"I'll give him a call," he says, and picks up the phone. He dials Brian's home number, but it goes straight to the answerphone. "Brian. It's Hamlet. Where are you man?" he says. Then he puts down the phone. He tries Brian on his mobile. It goes straight to voice mail.
"Hmmm, I've never known Brian late before, and I've never known him to be uncontactable either. Something is rotten in the State of New York!"
He slams down the phone and grabs his coat.
"I'd better go over there, see what's going on. Tell Mac will you, and I'll let you know what I find."
*A note (sorry for anyone that doesn't like these) I think I was told before we didn't have a Mac. I believe Luke is the supervisor.* "Alright," she said, and went off to tell Luke. She knocked on the open door to his office. "Brian didn't show up for work and he's not answering his phones," she informed him as she looked up. "Hamlet said he's going by his place to see what's up."
When Zora walked into the lab she was glad to be out of the cold New York rain. For the first time since she moved here Zora really missed the warm Miami sun. She was right on time for her first day of work and as she walked into the supervisor's room for her first assignment she almost bumped into a female CSI. "Sorry." she said apologetically.
The first thing Brian was aware of was that he was cold. Cold and wet. He couldn't see -- something dark had been pulled over his head. The thoughts registered faster and faster now as he rose to conciousness. His head hurt, BAD. His mouth was dry. He felt like he was moving... he heard an engine humming... he couldn't move his hands or feet.... For one giddy moment Brian thought it was some sort of intricate new-comer hazing.
But deep down, he knew. He knew he was being held captive by people that seriously meant him harm. His body let out a small groan before slipping back under the darkness again.
Last Edit: Jul 30, 2006 4:09:12 GMT 1 by briguy4588
Hamlet arrives outside Brian's apartment. He's only been here once before, when Brian held a "housewarming", but he remembers it well enough.
He hammers on the door, but no one answers from within. Instinctively, he reaches for the doorknob, but something tells him not to touch it. Instead he reaches in his pocket, pulls out a latex glove and then tries the handle. It opens. Hamlet frowns. What kind of guy goes out in New York and leaves the door unlocked?
It's gloomy in the apartment, Hamlet can't make out much. A sofa, TV, coffee table, the usual living room furniture...
"Brian?" he yells, but there is no answer.
Hamlet's eyes slowly adjust to the gloom, and he realises there is an upturned chair just in front of him. And then he spots a broken fruit bowl just by it. Hamlet doesn't like the look of that, so he takes out his torch and gets down on one knee to peer at the evidence.
There is something that looks very much like blood on a large fragment of the glass fruit bowl. Maybe Brian just dropped it, and cut himself, but it seems unlikely under the circumstances. It looks like there might have been a struggle.
Hamlet decides he has seen enough to make him very worried indeed. It is time to call the lab, so he gets out his mobile and calls Luke.
"Luke, it's Hamlet. Have you heard from Brian yet?"
Luke tells him there is no sign of him
"Well, I'm at Brian's apartment, and it looks like something might have happened to him. I think we should process his apartment right away. Can you send over some people to help me?"
When he woke again, his head still hurt terribly, and his body was stiff because... because... his mind struggled to keep up with the sensory input flooding him... because he was tied to a chair! Brian painfully opened his eyes, which were autmoatically adjusted to the dark light of his prison. He quietly looked around, realizing he was in a basement.
He shrugged off his grogginess as it all came back to him -- the brown van, the men in masks, the fight -- he smiled slightly, thankful that he could hit one of the men with his fruit bowl before being hit from behind. They probably used that desk lamp he liked so much.
"Jerks," he muttered. There was a lot of movement on the floor above him. He could hear several sets of boots running across a wooden floor. His instincts told him he was going to be transported again -- and soon. He licked his tongue across the insides of his teeth until he found enough saliva to spit -- which he did on the wall adjacent to him. "They're the best -- they'll find it," he told himself.
Suddenly, the basement door burst open, and a man garbed in black ran in and stuck a needle in his thigh. "You son of a bit..." Brian's voice trailed off, and his world was dark once more.
Last Edit: Jul 30, 2006 4:07:03 GMT 1 by briguy4588
Sam's shift started later than the CSI's, and when she walked into the lab, she immediately picked up an aura of... worry? What had happened? She ran over to Luke's office. ' Luke, what happened? Where are Hamlet, Laura and Brian? I thought they had to start a bit earlier than I...'
Why live by someone else's rules if your rules are that much better?
How crazy was it that Zora's first case was processing a co-worker's apartment. Had something really happened to this guy named Brian? Zora just couldn't wrap her head around the thought that a fellow officer had disappeared. As Zora checked the address one more time she realized she was there. Getting out of her Tahoe Zora grabbed her crime kit and headed toward the apartment. All she could do was hope that this man was safe and that someday soon she would get to meet him.
Anaya muttered under her breath, as she walked to ward the lab building in the pouring rain. New York wasn't like Chicago, She'd been able to find anything in Chicago, she'd gotten totally lost in New York. But then Of course Anaya Miller, CSI wasn't like Anaya Miller, Cop. Anaya Miller, Cop would have never been late for work even if it meant leaving three hours early. Anaya Miller, CSI, was. She shoved open the door to the building and strolled in humming "Singing in the Rain." She was rather damp, and her boots squeaked as she tried to find Luke's office. When She got there she found Sam already there and asking about the others. Of course Anaya didn't recognize the names, Hamlet sounded vaguely familiar, she could have sworn she'd scene a play about him once, But Laura and Brian rang no bells. She wasn't sure wither to interrupt and introduce herself, or to wait a bit longer. So she really just stood there, waiting for someone to notice her.
As the news slowly trickled in, the lab soon became a hive of frenzied activity as current projects were put aside to make room for this new high priority.
Amidst all the hustle and bustle, a UPS worker strolled in and placed a small cardboard box onto the front desk. The receptionist hurriedly signed it and sent the man on his way -- she didn't have time for mail right now! She never even noticed the words "Your CSI is missing" scrawled across the side in a hasty hand.
When Rhia arrived at Brian's flat, it was still pouring. Luke had called her and sent her directly to the "crime scene". She still couldn't believe it. How would somebody want to harm Brian? Shaking off all the nasty thoughts she slowly walked into Brian's flat.
"Hi Hamlet." she said quietly. "Did you already find something?"
Rhia pointed around noticing the broken bowl and the blood. Then she noticed something else at the counter.
"Look!" she cried out. "A hair!" She took her tweezers and put it into a plastic bag not being able to fight the feeling that it was one of Brian's hair...
Brian awoke a third time with a cloudy head. He waited patiently while his mind picked itself back up, and once again took stock of his surroundings. It was a tunnel... maybe an abandonded subway tunnel. He was once again tied to a chair, however, there was some more equipment around him. Right now there was a TV camera pointed at his face, but it was not on. There was one man in black, silently monitoring video feeds on a laptop nearby. And then he noticed that there was a grenade bolted to the ground underneath his chair, with a taught string running from the pin to the chair.
He got the message. If the chair so much as twitched, it would pull the pin out of the grenade, killing him and destroyed most of the evidence.
"Who are you?" Brian asked the man quietly. The man casually walked up, and cut a long gash across Brian's face. As blood began to trickle out, Brian did his best not to thrash around, although the pain was sharp. Breathing heavily, he realized he'd just have to wait for the blood to stop, and an opportunity to present itself.