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She has my eyes
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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,883
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Greg's toothache
I know the flow from the first chapter is a little weird. Going to revise it later though. Just want to get this up.
“Miss Hunter?” A uniformed office looked expectantly at her. She nearly giggled. He was scared of her. Maybe because of her immense size, towering two inches above him or that she was wider that him and could probably bench-press him with her non-fitness-trained body, but she decided to give him a break.
“Follow me please.” Sliding out of the room, he walked down a short corridor to where they where interviewing the party guests. This will not be good for grant money. Luckily the books sales will be good and she could fund some of the expedition. Both men where standing as she entered the room. The one with salt ‘n’ pepper hair asked her to sit then preceded with his line of questioning.
“Where were you at 8:15 pm on November 3?”
“At my book launch. From about 7:30 till the screaming started.”
“Hmmm.”
“Did you leave the room at any time?”
“Probably. To go to the bathroom, breathers, kitchen breaks… that sort of thing.”
“ ‘Kitchen breaks’?”
“Have you seen the food that they serve at those things? There’s barely enough to fill your plate!” Hope sounded indigent.
“Yes *cough* moving on.” Opening a file and pushing a computerized picture towards her, Hope gasped.
“It can’t be!” Tossing her purse on the table she turned it upside down to get at the contents. Settling on a small tan wallet she pulled a faded photograph from the protective covering. She pushed the small photo towards the dumb-founded men. “She looks like my mom.”
Greg liked the looks of the woman seating with Brass and Grissom. But with his luck and their situation she was probably being investigated. He watched in shock as she tugged her small purse of the back of the chair and dumped the contents on top of the crime folders. Then scattering the contents she slid something out of her wallet and slid it back to them. By the guys expressions she surprised them, which didn’t happen much.
Hope bowed her forehead against the wall. After hours of questining about her mother there was still more to come. She felt a slight vibration through her purse. “Hello?”
“Aunt Hope!” She couldn’t stop the warm smile flooding her aching limbs.
“Hi sweet-heart!
“Miss Hunter?” A uniformed office looked expectantly at her. She nearly giggled. He was scared of her. Maybe because of her immense size, towering two inches above him or that she was wider that him and could probably bench-press him with her non-fitness-trained body, but she decided to give him a break.
“Follow me please.” Sliding out of the room, he walked down a short corridor to where they where interviewing the party guests. This will not be good for grant money. Luckily the books sales will be good and she could fund some of the expedition. Both men where standing as she entered the room. The one with salt ‘n’ pepper hair asked her to sit then preceded with his line of questioning.
“Where were you at 8:15 pm on November 3?”
“At my book launch. From about 7:30 till the screaming started.”
“Hmmm.”
“Did you leave the room at any time?”
“Probably. To go to the bathroom, breathers, kitchen breaks… that sort of thing.”
“ ‘Kitchen breaks’?”
“Have you seen the food that they serve at those things? There’s barely enough to fill your plate!” Hope sounded indigent.
“Yes *cough* moving on.” Opening a file and pushing a computerized picture towards her, Hope gasped.
“It can’t be!” Tossing her purse on the table she turned it upside down to get at the contents. Settling on a small tan wallet she pulled a faded photograph from the protective covering. She pushed the small photo towards the dumb-founded men. “She looks like my mom.”
Greg liked the looks of the woman seating with Brass and Grissom. But with his luck and their situation she was probably being investigated. He watched in shock as she tugged her small purse of the back of the chair and dumped the contents on top of the crime folders. Then scattering the contents she slid something out of her wallet and slid it back to them. By the guys expressions she surprised them, which didn’t happen much.
Hope bowed her forehead against the wall. After hours of questining about her mother there was still more to come. She felt a slight vibration through her purse. “Hello?”
“Aunt Hope!” She couldn’t stop the warm smile flooding her aching limbs.
“Hi sweet-heart!