[CSI/RL] "Gruesome Demise"
Title: “Gruesome Demise”
Author: darkjediprinces
Fandom: CSI Las Vegas/Real Life
Genre: Comedy?
Feedback: …Is crack. Especially since this is my first CSI fic.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count:
Prompt: Song Prompts #23: “Demise”
Characters: Sara Sidle, Gil Grissom, Mary Adams (Director of CLE Austin), darkjediprinces
Pairings: Grissom/Sidle if you squint.
Summary: Grissom and Sidle are vacationing in Austin, Texas when they happen upon a rather gruesome discovery…
Warnings: *singsong* Goregoregoregoregore~
Disclaimer: CSI = Not Mine. I own all rights to myself though ;)
Author’s Note: Don’t. Ask. Just don’t.
“Gruesome Demise”
Blood and grey matter were splattered all over the walls. Grissom blinked, staring at the rigid body, a teenaged female, sitting on the couch, a pair of earphones drooped across a WACOM graphics tablet on her lap. She was headless. Grissom didn’t need to guess what had happened to her.
The stout, middle-aged woman beside him and Sara clapped a hand to her mouth, sucking in a breath. “Oh my God…”
“Who was she, Ms. Adams?” Sara asked as Grissom stepped further into the small apartment.
“W-One of my students,” Ms. Adams stated shakily. “Kat. Oh God…”
Grissom examined the body closely. “It… looks like her head exploded,” he said, his voice a mix of bewilderment and wonder. He donned a pair of rubber gloves and began rifling through the items on the girl’s glass coffee table.
“Her head exploded?” Sara repeated incredulously. “You’re not serious, Gil?”
“Unfortunately I am,” Grissom muttered. “See the walls? There’s grey and white matter interspersed among the blood.”
“I-I have to call Fern. Excuse me,” Ms. Adams muttered. She left rapidly.
Sara stepped into the apartment, gently closing the door behind her. “What a gruesome demise…” She muttered, eyeing the corpse. She paused at the raised counter, picking up what appeared to be a bill. “Gil?”
“Sara?” Grissom acknowledged, still looking through Kat’s belongings.
“There’s a furniture bill here, from RoomsToGo. There’s a date circled, the 15th of September? Supposedly she was expecting a…”-Sara checked the bill-“…a loveseat to be delivered.”
“The 15th was four days ago.”
“Right, and she’s been incommunicado ever since, which is why Ms Adams pulled us away at ACC.”
Grissom looked around the den. “No loveseat.”
Sara nodded.
Grissom rubbed his temples. “I think I know what happened.”
“Oh?” Sara inquired.
“It’s Saturday the 15th. She’s waiting for the delivery, and it never comes. She gets so anxious… her head explodes.”
“That sounds ridiculous. Whatever happened to Occam’s Razor?”
Grissom shrugged. “It happens. Sometimes people just explode. Natural causes.”
Author: darkjediprinces
Fandom: CSI Las Vegas/Real Life
Genre: Comedy?
Feedback: …Is crack. Especially since this is my first CSI fic.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count:
Prompt: Song Prompts #23: “Demise”
Characters: Sara Sidle, Gil Grissom, Mary Adams (Director of CLE Austin), darkjediprinces
Pairings: Grissom/Sidle if you squint.
Summary: Grissom and Sidle are vacationing in Austin, Texas when they happen upon a rather gruesome discovery…
Warnings: *singsong* Goregoregoregoregore~
Disclaimer: CSI = Not Mine. I own all rights to myself though ;)
Author’s Note: Don’t. Ask. Just don’t.
“Gruesome Demise”
Blood and grey matter were splattered all over the walls. Grissom blinked, staring at the rigid body, a teenaged female, sitting on the couch, a pair of earphones drooped across a WACOM graphics tablet on her lap. She was headless. Grissom didn’t need to guess what had happened to her.
The stout, middle-aged woman beside him and Sara clapped a hand to her mouth, sucking in a breath. “Oh my God…”
“Who was she, Ms. Adams?” Sara asked as Grissom stepped further into the small apartment.
“W-One of my students,” Ms. Adams stated shakily. “Kat. Oh God…”
Grissom examined the body closely. “It… looks like her head exploded,” he said, his voice a mix of bewilderment and wonder. He donned a pair of rubber gloves and began rifling through the items on the girl’s glass coffee table.
“Her head exploded?” Sara repeated incredulously. “You’re not serious, Gil?”
“Unfortunately I am,” Grissom muttered. “See the walls? There’s grey and white matter interspersed among the blood.”
“I-I have to call Fern. Excuse me,” Ms. Adams muttered. She left rapidly.
Sara stepped into the apartment, gently closing the door behind her. “What a gruesome demise…” She muttered, eyeing the corpse. She paused at the raised counter, picking up what appeared to be a bill. “Gil?”
“Sara?” Grissom acknowledged, still looking through Kat’s belongings.
“There’s a furniture bill here, from RoomsToGo. There’s a date circled, the 15th of September? Supposedly she was expecting a…”-Sara checked the bill-“…a loveseat to be delivered.”
“The 15th was four days ago.”
“Right, and she’s been incommunicado ever since, which is why Ms Adams pulled us away at ACC.”
Grissom looked around the den. “No loveseat.”
Sara nodded.
Grissom rubbed his temples. “I think I know what happened.”
“Oh?” Sara inquired.
“It’s Saturday the 15th. She’s waiting for the delivery, and it never comes. She gets so anxious… her head explodes.”
“That sounds ridiculous. Whatever happened to Occam’s Razor?”
Grissom shrugged. “It happens. Sometimes people just explode. Natural causes.”