saraXsullivan
CSI Level Two
I got this idea after watching Saw II, so yeah.
Rating: Umm. I'm not sure.. There are gore references and such.
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI, nor do I own The Saw Series' characters.
Chapter One.
Gil Grissom got out of the passenger seat of Jim Brass' police cruiser. He looked up at the seemingly abandoned building and sighed. The tin siding was chipping, and most of the doors to get inside were covered with wood boards. Gil looked at the other 7 cruisers that had come to the address. They were going to catch the guy this time.
Jim Brass got out of his cruiser, and hooked a walki-talki to his belt. He took out his gun and also looked up at the tall building.
"How many times have we been called out to this address?" Jim asked the grey-haired man standing beside him.
"Too many," Gil answered.
"Yeah, well, hopefully this time, we'll get the guy," Jim said as they waited for the other officers to get ready to go into the building. A few officers were already inside.
"Captain," A voice said coming over Jim's walki-talki.
He picked it up and answered, "Yeah?"
"He's not going anywhere, he's here," an officer said from inside the building.
"Is that all?"
"Well, one of ours is... dead. There's traps all over the place. Be careful," The officer advised.
"Thanks," Jim said simply and hooked the walki back to his belt.
Traps? Gil thought. This guy must be psychotic.
They entered the building.
The smell of iron greeted their noses. A lot of it. There was lots of blood, more than Grissom had ever smelled before. Their first step was cautious, and safe. An officer was in front, then Jim, then Gil, then another 2 officers behind. Everyone else was going in different ways.
Gil took in his surroundings immediately, there were stuffed dummys scattered everywhere, some were decapitated, and other gorey events that their killer had probably anticipated to do to someone else. There were gadgets everywhere, some had blood on them, others didn't. They were all used to torture people, that much, Grissom knew.
Jim pointed to a caged area at the far side of the room as they kept walking further inside. Gil looked and saw a body, with some sort of device around it's neck. The device was clearly what killed him, or her. There was too much blood to tell which gender it was. An officer took a few steps towards the cage, but Jim motioned him to stay with them.
"You don't want that to be you," Brass said as he pointed to the body inside the cage. The officer nodded, and Gil noted he was an ammateur.
They started to walk up some stairs, but the officer walking in front of them stopped.
"The next stair is going to give out if we step on it," he said. Gil leaned to one side to look at the stair, the officer was right. From what he could see, when you stepped on the stair, it would give out, as well as the next 4 stairs, dropping you into a pit of needles, very thick needles that would rip your skin from bone.
The five of them walked back down the stairs and looked around. Jim picked up his walki and spoke into it, "Are you guys upstairs?"
"Yeah, you have to walk all the way across the building if you came in the East entrance to get to the right stairs. All the others are traps," An officer replied. "The right ones are wood."
"Alright," Jim said and put his walki back on his belt. "We keep walking," He said to the group.
TBC ~ Trust me, there will be more suspence then that.
Rating: Umm. I'm not sure.. There are gore references and such.
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI, nor do I own The Saw Series' characters.
Chapter One.
Gil Grissom got out of the passenger seat of Jim Brass' police cruiser. He looked up at the seemingly abandoned building and sighed. The tin siding was chipping, and most of the doors to get inside were covered with wood boards. Gil looked at the other 7 cruisers that had come to the address. They were going to catch the guy this time.
Jim Brass got out of his cruiser, and hooked a walki-talki to his belt. He took out his gun and also looked up at the tall building.
"How many times have we been called out to this address?" Jim asked the grey-haired man standing beside him.
"Too many," Gil answered.
"Yeah, well, hopefully this time, we'll get the guy," Jim said as they waited for the other officers to get ready to go into the building. A few officers were already inside.
"Captain," A voice said coming over Jim's walki-talki.
He picked it up and answered, "Yeah?"
"He's not going anywhere, he's here," an officer said from inside the building.
"Is that all?"
"Well, one of ours is... dead. There's traps all over the place. Be careful," The officer advised.
"Thanks," Jim said simply and hooked the walki back to his belt.
Traps? Gil thought. This guy must be psychotic.
They entered the building.
The smell of iron greeted their noses. A lot of it. There was lots of blood, more than Grissom had ever smelled before. Their first step was cautious, and safe. An officer was in front, then Jim, then Gil, then another 2 officers behind. Everyone else was going in different ways.
Gil took in his surroundings immediately, there were stuffed dummys scattered everywhere, some were decapitated, and other gorey events that their killer had probably anticipated to do to someone else. There were gadgets everywhere, some had blood on them, others didn't. They were all used to torture people, that much, Grissom knew.
Jim pointed to a caged area at the far side of the room as they kept walking further inside. Gil looked and saw a body, with some sort of device around it's neck. The device was clearly what killed him, or her. There was too much blood to tell which gender it was. An officer took a few steps towards the cage, but Jim motioned him to stay with them.
"You don't want that to be you," Brass said as he pointed to the body inside the cage. The officer nodded, and Gil noted he was an ammateur.
They started to walk up some stairs, but the officer walking in front of them stopped.
"The next stair is going to give out if we step on it," he said. Gil leaned to one side to look at the stair, the officer was right. From what he could see, when you stepped on the stair, it would give out, as well as the next 4 stairs, dropping you into a pit of needles, very thick needles that would rip your skin from bone.
The five of them walked back down the stairs and looked around. Jim picked up his walki and spoke into it, "Are you guys upstairs?"
"Yeah, you have to walk all the way across the building if you came in the East entrance to get to the right stairs. All the others are traps," An officer replied. "The right ones are wood."
"Alright," Jim said and put his walki back on his belt. "We keep walking," He said to the group.
TBC ~ Trust me, there will be more suspence then that.
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