CSI:LV Fic: Optimum Potential - Ch.5/20
Title: Optimum Potential
Chapter: 5/20
Author: caffeinified
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas
Characters/Pairing: Gil Grissom
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI. It's just for fun.
Summary: Casefile: Mira O’Hara. Warning for adult themes in case details.
Previous Chapters: 1| 2| 3| 4
Digital and computer forensics was quite possibly the fastest growing division in the forensic science world. Every year the area jumped leaps and bounds in regards to opening doors and creating new possibilities that had been only a dream a short time ago. The set up was simplistic. This time it was the program that was innovative and a virtual world of seeming realism. From a photograph of the small Jane Doe, they used a computer graphing program to duplicate her features and create a base. After erasing all bruises and blemishes from any of her injuries they cleaned her hair to the blonde it should have been and added open and vivid blue eyes to bring her back to life.
From there, using an aging program and the logistics of human growth patterns they had the ability to either increase or decrease her age to create a hypothetical image of what she would look like at any given age. It was only considered an estimated projection by all accounts. But it was an estimated projection either way with a minimum eighty-three percent accuracy rate that would more than adequately suit their current needs.
As it was, Gil had requested those more proficient with computer and digital forensics in the lab to work on the project. After providing the photograph and scanning it into the program he had left them to do their work. His request of de-aging her back every two years from her current estimated age, he decided, was somewhat over the top. But he had found that when willingly dealing with the media that it was better to be over prepared than not prepared enough.
Making his way through the hallways of the lab, he found the computer lab and Archie sitting at the main computer station still working on the project given to him. He was working with four different computer screens. “Hey, Grissom.”
“Eyes in the back of your head?” Gil asked, standing behind the technician to look over his shoulder. He hugged his clipboard to his chest.
“Nah…” Archie answered, glancing back to Gil. “Saw your reflection in the blank screen to my left.”
“Very observant.” He commended and then leaned forward to eye the screen. “How are you doing?”
Smirking, Archie looked back to the screen. “You put a lot on my plate. This stuff takes time. We’re just lucky that I’m a genius sometimes. I should be done in another hour.”
“It’s necessary. Children age too much and too quickly from toddler to teenager.” Pulling a chair up next to Archie, Gil sat down. “We don’t know how long she may have been missing… and that’s if my theory is even correct.”
“Gil Grissom: he who walks out on limbs without looking back behind him. Nothing new there.” When Gil simply cast him a pointed look and a small shrug, Archie clicked away from the program he was working in and began to click the mouse through photo after photo. “Okay. This is Jane Doe at her estimated fifteen years of age, and at thirteen, and at eleven, nine, seven… and I’m working on five now.”
“Very good work.” Gil studied each photo respectively as Archie clicked back through them. It was amazing how much physically changed from year to year for children. “Five is probably enough. You’ll get these to me when you’re done?”
Archie nodded. “Yeah. Between you, Cath and Nick I can feel you all breathing down my neck. Watchdogs and workaholics, all of you.” He teased. “But hopefully this will help us give that little girl a name.”
“Francois de la Rochefoucauld said that perfect valor is to behave, without witness, as one would act were all the world watching.” A corner of Gil’s lips just barely tugged into a small half grin. “You, Mr. Kao, are performing with valor.”
Returning the grin, Archie rolled his eyes. He may have even blushed but it was hard to tell in the dim computer lab. “Yeah yeah. You’ll see me again in the next hour.”
**
There were times when delegation of tasks was a welcome supervisor act that he was more than happy to use. Of course, Gil instructed Catherine to speak with the members of the press. She was much more political and public relations friendly than he was. Gil made no bones about being somewhat socially inept.
Within a few minutes the constructed images of their Jane Doe were all over the news. The phone calls began to roll in, almost all of them bogus and leading to dead ends. In the lab, they sat and waited, hoping that just one person would step up to give them more information on the child that as of yet had no identity.
For hours their plight hadn’t yielded any results. Catherine had gone home to be with Lindsey for awhile. Nick had left to shower, nap and come back. Gil had napped in his office. He was startled awake by a knock on the door and looked up to fond Brass standing there. In response to the three words, Gil was fully awake and ready to go.
“We’ve got somethin’.”
Chapter: 5/20
Author: caffeinified
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas
Characters/Pairing: Gil Grissom
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI. It's just for fun.
Summary: Casefile: Mira O’Hara. Warning for adult themes in case details.
Previous Chapters: 1| 2| 3| 4
Digital and computer forensics was quite possibly the fastest growing division in the forensic science world. Every year the area jumped leaps and bounds in regards to opening doors and creating new possibilities that had been only a dream a short time ago. The set up was simplistic. This time it was the program that was innovative and a virtual world of seeming realism. From a photograph of the small Jane Doe, they used a computer graphing program to duplicate her features and create a base. After erasing all bruises and blemishes from any of her injuries they cleaned her hair to the blonde it should have been and added open and vivid blue eyes to bring her back to life.
From there, using an aging program and the logistics of human growth patterns they had the ability to either increase or decrease her age to create a hypothetical image of what she would look like at any given age. It was only considered an estimated projection by all accounts. But it was an estimated projection either way with a minimum eighty-three percent accuracy rate that would more than adequately suit their current needs.
As it was, Gil had requested those more proficient with computer and digital forensics in the lab to work on the project. After providing the photograph and scanning it into the program he had left them to do their work. His request of de-aging her back every two years from her current estimated age, he decided, was somewhat over the top. But he had found that when willingly dealing with the media that it was better to be over prepared than not prepared enough.
Making his way through the hallways of the lab, he found the computer lab and Archie sitting at the main computer station still working on the project given to him. He was working with four different computer screens. “Hey, Grissom.”
“Eyes in the back of your head?” Gil asked, standing behind the technician to look over his shoulder. He hugged his clipboard to his chest.
“Nah…” Archie answered, glancing back to Gil. “Saw your reflection in the blank screen to my left.”
“Very observant.” He commended and then leaned forward to eye the screen. “How are you doing?”
Smirking, Archie looked back to the screen. “You put a lot on my plate. This stuff takes time. We’re just lucky that I’m a genius sometimes. I should be done in another hour.”
“It’s necessary. Children age too much and too quickly from toddler to teenager.” Pulling a chair up next to Archie, Gil sat down. “We don’t know how long she may have been missing… and that’s if my theory is even correct.”
“Gil Grissom: he who walks out on limbs without looking back behind him. Nothing new there.” When Gil simply cast him a pointed look and a small shrug, Archie clicked away from the program he was working in and began to click the mouse through photo after photo. “Okay. This is Jane Doe at her estimated fifteen years of age, and at thirteen, and at eleven, nine, seven… and I’m working on five now.”
“Very good work.” Gil studied each photo respectively as Archie clicked back through them. It was amazing how much physically changed from year to year for children. “Five is probably enough. You’ll get these to me when you’re done?”
Archie nodded. “Yeah. Between you, Cath and Nick I can feel you all breathing down my neck. Watchdogs and workaholics, all of you.” He teased. “But hopefully this will help us give that little girl a name.”
“Francois de la Rochefoucauld said that perfect valor is to behave, without witness, as one would act were all the world watching.” A corner of Gil’s lips just barely tugged into a small half grin. “You, Mr. Kao, are performing with valor.”
Returning the grin, Archie rolled his eyes. He may have even blushed but it was hard to tell in the dim computer lab. “Yeah yeah. You’ll see me again in the next hour.”
**
There were times when delegation of tasks was a welcome supervisor act that he was more than happy to use. Of course, Gil instructed Catherine to speak with the members of the press. She was much more political and public relations friendly than he was. Gil made no bones about being somewhat socially inept.
Within a few minutes the constructed images of their Jane Doe were all over the news. The phone calls began to roll in, almost all of them bogus and leading to dead ends. In the lab, they sat and waited, hoping that just one person would step up to give them more information on the child that as of yet had no identity.
For hours their plight hadn’t yielded any results. Catherine had gone home to be with Lindsey for awhile. Nick had left to shower, nap and come back. Gil had napped in his office. He was startled awake by a knock on the door and looked up to fond Brass standing there. In response to the three words, Gil was fully awake and ready to go.
“We’ve got somethin’.”