Attack of the Swamp Thing

[bluesuit_handy]

Who: Handy, Grissom, and Eliot
When: About forty-five minutes after Eliot chased Handy out of the garage.
Where: Third floor hallway, initially
What: Oh no! A random encounter!
Notes on where Handy's been and what he's been up to can be found here.

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[trusts_evidence]

Grissom was taking his time to move down the hallway of the third floor. His flashlight was out, though really not needed, due to the ample lighting, but Grissom was a man of habit.

Twisting his hand slightly, to see the numbered key, Grissom looked at the closest door and continued on. Sooner or later, he was sure to run out of numbers.

Just as he reached the door for 309, a sound caught his attention and Grissom turned, aiming the flashlight down the hall and wincing, to see who - or what - was coming.

[bluesuit_handy]

Handy spotted the person ahead of him and halted in the middle of the hall, giving him a wary look. For once, he'd found someone who looked human - but this time it was someone he didn't know.

"Who is that?" he demanded loudly.

[trusts_evidence]

Grissom opened his mouth and promptly closed it. Stepping back from the door, he lowered the flashlight and nodded. "Gil Grissom," he called out, matching the stranger's volume. "Las Vegas Crime Lab."

[bluesuit_handy]

...Crime Lab, hmm - Crime Lab!

Wait, no, that meant nothing to him.

"You need to get back to your room," said Handy, stepping closer. Of course, then it occurred to him that since the hotel was on the attack, their rooms probably weren't safe. "No," he said. "Get outside and get as far away as you can! They're coming."