ivycolt
RPG Character: Zora Lockhart
Posts: 212
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Post by ivycolt on Jul 30, 2006 21:06:59 GMT 1
As she walked up to the apartment door she noticed that the crime scene tape had already been put up. Zora went through flashing her badge to a uniformed officer standing guard just outside the apartment. She noticed that there were already other CSI's on the case. She wondered to herself how well everyone else knew the missing CSI. Walking inside the apartment she announced, "Hello everyone I am new here but Luke sent me to help with whatever you all need. My name is Zora Lockhart, sorry to hear about Brian."
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Post by laura on Jul 30, 2006 21:12:52 GMT 1
Laura looked at Anaya, Hamlet, and Rhia as she processed. "This doesn't look very promising does it?" She asked quietly, her pessimism kicking in. She noticed the new girl and turned to face her. "Hi, I'm Laura Verdi," she introduced sticking her hand out for Zora to shake it.
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ivycolt
RPG Character: Zora Lockhart
Posts: 212
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Post by ivycolt on Jul 30, 2006 21:41:52 GMT 1
Zora appreciately shakes Laure's hand. "Glad to meet you Laura however I do wish it was under better circumstances." she says.
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csihamlet
Alas, Poor Warrick... er.... Yorick
Posts: 89
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Post by csihamlet on Jul 30, 2006 22:29:45 GMT 1
As soon as he'd made his urgent phone call to the lab, Hamlet rushed back outside to collect his forensics kit from the car. Then he returned and took a sample of the blood on the fruit bowl.
He nodded to Laura and Rhia and Zora as they arrived.
"I haven't checked the other rooms yet, maybe you guys should have a look around the kitchen and bedroom, see what you can find? And can someone dust the door knob for fingerprints? I had a premonition and put my gloves on before opening the door... Oh, and Brian's computer will need checking for dubious emails. And someone listen to the answerphone please, I'm on it, but I wonder if anyone else is!"
Rhia soon announced that she had found a hair, though at the time Hamlet was still concentrating on the signs of a struggle near the door. He noticed a lamp on a table by the door, but it didn't look disturbed. There was, though, a blood drop by it...
Hamlet swabbed the drop. Hopefully all of this blood wasn't Brian's, for more reasons than one.
He also spied a strand of fibre that had been caught on the corner of the table the lamp was standing on, so bagged that too. You never knew.
At that point his phone rang. It was Luke. Apparently he was wanted back at the lab, as something had "come up".
So Hamlet rushes back to the lab, deposits his fibre evidence on his bench, takes the blood to DNA, and then hurries off to find Luke.
Luke is sitting at his desk with a cardboard box in front of him and a scapel. "This has just arrived," explains the superviser. "We need to open it..." Luke points out to Hamlet what is scrawled on the side.
"The receptionist doesn't know who brought it?"
Luke shakes his head. "No. She didn't notice the scrawled note until after the delivery guy had left. I've dusted it for prints. I'm going to unzip it now."
Luke picks up the scapel, gingerly, and starts to cut. Hamlet hardly dares breath. The package is large enough to be a bomb after all...
He peels away the first layer of wrapping, gently removes a collection of polystyrene peanuts, then opens the final, smaller box. There is a piece of paper inside, and inside that a plastic bag containing something. Something horrible...
Luke lifts out the bag, and both he and Hamlet peer at it.
"Is that what I think it is," says Hamlet.
"Well, it looks like a human finger," says Luke.
Hamlet swallows. "Let's hope it's not Brian's, but that it's just sent to scare us."
"We'll send it to DNA," says Luke. And reaches for the piece of paper. "Now for the note."
He unfolds the piece of paper the finger had been wrapped in. There is a message, meticulously constructed from newspaper print, and it reads:
[glow=red,2,300]WE HAVE YOUR CSI. WE WANT THE NEW IDENTITY OF PETER NICOLSON, AND HIS LOCATION. OR THE CSI DIES. YOU HAVE 48 HOURS. SEND ONE UNARMED CSI TO THE LOCATION BELOW AT 12 MIDNIGHT ON FRIDAY WITH THE INFORMATION:
WAREHOUSE 56, QUEENS,[/glow] [BLAH BLAH sorry I'm not gonna research NY addresses]
"Oh," says Hamlet. "This is bad."
"Yes," says Luke. "Do you know who Peter Nicolson is?"
"Yeah, isn't he that supergrass guy who was taken into the Witness Protection scheme last year? Hmmm. I guess that those he's grassed on seriously want to get even."
"Yes. That's right," says Luke. "And there is no way the Feds are going to agree to blow the cover of a protectee like Peter, even if Brian's life is at stake... This is very bad."
"Very very bad," agrees Hamlet. "Bad on every level." Hmmm.
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Post by laura on Jul 31, 2006 0:07:59 GMT 1
"Yeah, tell me about it," Laura said to Zora dryly. She kneeled down and noticed a drop or two of blood. "We've got blood," she told the others and hoped it belonged to the perps instead of Brian. A drop of blood from the kidnappers would be much more helpful.
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briguy4588
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RPG: Brian Shefkowitz
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Post by briguy4588 on Jul 31, 2006 3:36:06 GMT 1
Brian had been sitting for quite some time when four men approached him. "Why are you doing this?" Brian croaked in a hoarse whisper. Brian grunted as they stuck him with another needle. "You -- mother -- fu..." Brian strained to get the words out before he lost consciousness again.
He didn't feel the saw, biting through his flesh and ripping through his bone. He didn't feel them take a cigarrette lighter and a piece of metal and cauterize the wound.
Until he woke up, and cried. Before the pain shock brought him out of it again, Brian sobbed a prayer, and heard it echo down the abandoned tunnel.
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csihamlet
Alas, Poor Warrick... er.... Yorick
Posts: 89
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Post by csihamlet on Jul 31, 2006 11:49:54 GMT 1
On Luke's instruction, Hamlet took the finger to the ME. Hopefully the doc could tell them something useful quicker than the DNA lab.
Hamlet placed the gory thing on doc's examination table.
"Hmm, what have we here?" said the doc.
Hamlet explained, and the doc raised an eyebrow. Then adjusted the overhead lighting, and took a scapel. He slit open the bag, which was filled with dried blood.
The doc peered intently at the offending item.
"Well, I can tell you it is an index finger, and it looks male," said the doc. "And it was severed about 5 hours ago. Probably with a saw."
"So it could well be Brian's." Hamlet is much relieved.
"I guess so," said the doc.
"I'll print it then, and we'll soon see."
The doc nods, and carefully places the finger in a jar for Hamlet to transport.
"Thanks doc!" said Hamlet as he leaves and hurries off to his bench. As he rushes down the corridor he wonders if there is any more evidence coming in from Brian's appartment...
At his bench Hamlet carefully rolls the finger in ink and makes a print. Then he scans it into the computer, and immediately gets a result. It's Brian's alright. Hamlet feels a pang of sorrow for his colleague.
But he's not one to let his emotions get in the way of his work, so he moves straight on to the next task: scraping underneath the fingernail. Maybe Brian struggled with his abductors and there is skin under the fingernail. But the substance Hamlet scrapes from Brian's grubby nail doesn't look like skin. It is slightly green...
Hamlet guesses it is organic though, so takes it off to the DNA lab to find out what it is.
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bluebean
RPG Character: Dr. Sheldon Consare, M.E.
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Post by bluebean on Jul 31, 2006 12:51:54 GMT 1
Sheldon nodded as Hamlet left. He could sitll feel the form of the finger held in his hand. He tried to push away the worry that was rising up in his throat, hoping that Brian wouldn't end up on his table.
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ivycolt
RPG Character: Zora Lockhart
Posts: 212
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Post by ivycolt on Jul 31, 2006 15:06:47 GMT 1
Zora walked into the bedroom hoping to find something that would help them to figure out who was responsible for Brian's disappearance. When she walked into the room she immediately noticed that in the corner there were a few unpacked boxes. Had Brian recently moved here too or had he just switched apartments? Zora wondered.
A little while later she walked back out of the bedroom. "Nothing in there to help us. Anything useful out here?" she asked the CSI's that had been working on the other rooms.
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Post by laura on Jul 31, 2006 15:44:23 GMT 1
Laura glanced around. So far the drop of blood had been her best find. "Not much," she said. She turned to Zora. She'd noticed a slightly almost southern accent with her. "Okay, I have to ask...you're not from here are you?" The woman looked slightly embarrassed so she elaborated. "It's okay. Most people on the team aren't. I'm from New Jersey if you couldn't tell from the accent."
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mystic
RPG character: Rhiannon Nerice supervisor
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Post by mystic on Jul 31, 2006 17:25:37 GMT 1
Rhia had been staring out of the window into the rain not hearing the other two women. Now she startled and turned around.
"Oh, I'm so sorry." she blushed. "I'm Rhiannon Nerice, but just call me Rhia."
She smiled shyly and brushed one of the red curls out of her face. She jerked her shoulders before she started to speak.
"Well... Brian just started working recently...like me. He's a really clever guy, smart and funny, too. You know...the good spirit." She smiled weakly and shook off some disturbing thoughts.
"So...what do we have now? Hamlet found blood, I found some hair and you, Laura - it is Laura, right...?" She looked at the other woman uncertain.
"...found some blood, too. I'll see if I get fingerprints from the knob." With a weak smile she started the procedure.
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Post by laura on Jul 31, 2006 18:02:04 GMT 1
"Yeah, it's Laura," she said to Rhia. She could tell the woman was upset about Brian's disappearance but then they all were.
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ivycolt
RPG Character: Zora Lockhart
Posts: 212
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Post by ivycolt on Jul 31, 2006 18:53:58 GMT 1
Zora nodded, "I guess it is nice not to be the only newbie. Yeah, I'm from Miami. I needed a change of scenery. My only problem so far is getting used to the weather difference. Does the sun come out here?" Zora hoped the small joke wouldn't offend the others. She knew the seriousness of the situation but hated seeing the others being so worried.
Zora walked over to where Rhia was brushing for fingerprints. "I sure hope we find something else soon. So far this case isn't going fast enough for my tastes."
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csihamlet
Alas, Poor Warrick... er.... Yorick
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Post by csihamlet on Jul 31, 2006 22:02:40 GMT 1
Hrumph. Hamlet was getting very frustrated indeed. His friend Brian was missing and he was surrounded by a load of female CSIs who were seemingly doing nothing but gossiping about the weather and such! He was beginning to feel he was the only one working to find the abducted CSI, and he could hardly rescue Brian single handed. Hamlet wasn't a misogynist, [actually he was of course, LOL] but it was enough to make him one. Instead, he tended to think both sexes had their weaknesses... Anyway, *his* weakness was thinking too much. So he snapped out of it and went back to his bench, in the hope of finding some definitive evidence. He put the fibre he had found under the microscope. It was red cotton. He figured the first thing to do was see if it matched anything in Brian's wardrobe. So he reached for the phone to call one of the CSIs lurking at the apartment, in the hope they could let him know if there was anything made from red cotton in Brian's apartment...
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Post by laura on Aug 1, 2006 0:14:59 GMT 1
"It's not exactly going to anyone's tastes," she said. She noticed Hamlet being more than a little aggravated at them and fought the urge to snap (getting into pointless arguements was a bad habit with her.) It wasn't like they weren't working, but working didn't mean they couldn't talk at all. She knew he and Brian were close, but they were his friends too and they were helping. She dusted the broken fruit bowl and found a couple fingerprints looking like they just briefly swept over it. They were either Brian's...backing into it and knocking it over...or the kidnapper's...swiftly brushing their hand by it and knocking it over. She lifted them.
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