That's not on the map...
Who: Gil Grissom and anyone who might find him
When: around 11:30am, on his way back to Las Vegas
Where: the highway, the driveway and the lobby, for now the cafe
What: Grissom arrives and, naturally, must investigate [COMPLETE]
Grissom had pulled out of Jackpot in the mid-morning, and the weather was definitely on his side, so he wasn't worried about the trip back to Las Vegas. He'd called Catherine, to let her know that he was on his way back, though it was actually part of his master plan to find out if she'd actually finished the reviews.
He owed her dinner, and he knew that, but Grissom wasn't sure when he'd have a chance to repay her. Well, maybe breakfast. Breakfast was easier, since they worked the night shift. All of a sudden, Grissom's stomach grumbled. He hadn't had breakfast before leaving, and didn't usually, anyway.
Glancing between the road and then between the seats, Grissom did a quick glances to see if there was any sort of snack food in the Tahoe. Of course, why would there be, as he didn't keep food in his truck. But Catherine and Nick had had the Tahoe last, and Catherine always seemed to have a candy bar or a bag of chips nearby.
Seeing what looked like a Fritos bag sticking out from under the passenger seat, Grissom judged the likelihood of reaching the bag before he drove off the road and decided the odds were not in his favor. Slowing, he pulled off on the first turnout and threw the Tahoe into PARK. Leaning sideways, Grissom reached for the bag and let out a guttural huff when he found it was open and empty, probably having missed the small trash container behind the seat.
Sitting up, Grissom pursed his lips and looked around. It took a moment, but he finally caught sight of a large, derelict building. His eyebrow went up - he hadn't seen that on the way up a few days ago - and Grissom turned to look back toward the road. Something wasn’t right, because the highway he'd just turned off of wasn't there.
Turning back, Grissom gave another look to the building. Well, he was an investigator, wasn't he? And he had more than enough time to get back to Vegas before his shift started. Kicking the Tahoe in DRIVE, Grissom continued down the dirt road, watching as the building grew larger in his windshield.
As he reached the entry, Grissom pulled the Tahoe past the steps and leaned down to take a look at the building through the passenger window. Pursing his lips again, Grissom sat up and looked at his case, still sitting in the back seat. He turned the key and climbed out of the car, then walked around to the passenger side and opened the back door.
Putting on his hat, Grissom pondered putting on his vest and twisted to give another look to the building. He doubted there was anyone inside to shoot at him, but that little voice in the back of his head - which sounded oddly like Catherine - told him to put it on. Opening, his case, Grissom pushed his pistol aside and grabbed the flashlight, closed the case and the door and then pressed the button on the keychain, hearing the familiar beep of the doors locking.
He looked at the steps for a moment before stepping up and moving toward the front entrance. Seeing the hanging sign, Grissom tilted his head to read the words and smirked slightly, thinking of the song of the same name. Turning, Grissom stepped up to the door and flicked on his flashlight. Giving the door a nudge, he reached for the handle, but the door creaked open on its own.
Grissom's eyebrow went up, his lips pursed and he stepped through the door. Once inside the doorway, Grissom actually turned a full circle, in place. It wasn't the first time the interior of a building completely contradicted the exterior, but the building outside looked like it had been about to fall over with a gust of wind. Inside... well, it was nicer than most of the mansions in Vegas.
"Doctor Grissom," he heard, and turned to see a uniformed man standing behind the desk. "Welcome to the Hotel California."
When: around 11:30am, on his way back to Las Vegas
Where: the highway, the driveway and the lobby, for now the cafe
What: Grissom arrives and, naturally, must investigate [COMPLETE]
Grissom had pulled out of Jackpot in the mid-morning, and the weather was definitely on his side, so he wasn't worried about the trip back to Las Vegas. He'd called Catherine, to let her know that he was on his way back, though it was actually part of his master plan to find out if she'd actually finished the reviews.
He owed her dinner, and he knew that, but Grissom wasn't sure when he'd have a chance to repay her. Well, maybe breakfast. Breakfast was easier, since they worked the night shift. All of a sudden, Grissom's stomach grumbled. He hadn't had breakfast before leaving, and didn't usually, anyway.
Glancing between the road and then between the seats, Grissom did a quick glances to see if there was any sort of snack food in the Tahoe. Of course, why would there be, as he didn't keep food in his truck. But Catherine and Nick had had the Tahoe last, and Catherine always seemed to have a candy bar or a bag of chips nearby.
Seeing what looked like a Fritos bag sticking out from under the passenger seat, Grissom judged the likelihood of reaching the bag before he drove off the road and decided the odds were not in his favor. Slowing, he pulled off on the first turnout and threw the Tahoe into PARK. Leaning sideways, Grissom reached for the bag and let out a guttural huff when he found it was open and empty, probably having missed the small trash container behind the seat.
Sitting up, Grissom pursed his lips and looked around. It took a moment, but he finally caught sight of a large, derelict building. His eyebrow went up - he hadn't seen that on the way up a few days ago - and Grissom turned to look back toward the road. Something wasn’t right, because the highway he'd just turned off of wasn't there.
Turning back, Grissom gave another look to the building. Well, he was an investigator, wasn't he? And he had more than enough time to get back to Vegas before his shift started. Kicking the Tahoe in DRIVE, Grissom continued down the dirt road, watching as the building grew larger in his windshield.
As he reached the entry, Grissom pulled the Tahoe past the steps and leaned down to take a look at the building through the passenger window. Pursing his lips again, Grissom sat up and looked at his case, still sitting in the back seat. He turned the key and climbed out of the car, then walked around to the passenger side and opened the back door.
Putting on his hat, Grissom pondered putting on his vest and twisted to give another look to the building. He doubted there was anyone inside to shoot at him, but that little voice in the back of his head - which sounded oddly like Catherine - told him to put it on. Opening, his case, Grissom pushed his pistol aside and grabbed the flashlight, closed the case and the door and then pressed the button on the keychain, hearing the familiar beep of the doors locking.
He looked at the steps for a moment before stepping up and moving toward the front entrance. Seeing the hanging sign, Grissom tilted his head to read the words and smirked slightly, thinking of the song of the same name. Turning, Grissom stepped up to the door and flicked on his flashlight. Giving the door a nudge, he reached for the handle, but the door creaked open on its own.
Grissom's eyebrow went up, his lips pursed and he stepped through the door. Once inside the doorway, Grissom actually turned a full circle, in place. It wasn't the first time the interior of a building completely contradicted the exterior, but the building outside looked like it had been about to fall over with a gust of wind. Inside... well, it was nicer than most of the mansions in Vegas.
"Doctor Grissom," he heard, and turned to see a uniformed man standing behind the desk. "Welcome to the Hotel California."