Agent Fox Mulder (i_want_2) wrote in multi_fiction, @ 2008-04-08 14:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | csi, gen, rated: general |
Fic: Evolution 1/1 CSI: Las Vegas
Title: Evolution
Author: Lopaka Tanu
Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership of CSI: Las Vegas
Characters: Grissom
Wordcount: 650
Prompt: 5 Tentacles
Fandom: CSI: Las Vegas
Pairing: None
Rating: Adult
Warning: Violence, Character Death, Angst, Language
Summary: Sushi gone bad.
Author's Note: Don't go quietly in to that long night.
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Catherine couldn't believe what lay on the stainless steel slab in front of her. She was certain it was a body. Her knowledge of who it had been confirmed what the toe tag stated. The paper work was all in order, including the incident report. Even the cause of death was clearly spelled out for her in size ten font, general black ink.
So what was the problem?
The body belonged to Gil Grissom, former boss, friend, all around good guy. Gil Grissom was dead.
She checked the incident report to confirm it. Sure enough, it said he had died. Method of death? Asphyxiation. Weapon of choice? One feisty octopus.
Frowning, she rechecked the report for the fifteenth time. Surely there had to be some mistake. No one was choked to death by a live octopus, it just didn't happen. Besides, she could clearly see his neck, there were no ligature markings, no bruising, nothing of any kind to indicate he had been strangled. This was just plain wrong.
Her inspection of his throat was suddenly interrupted when his Adam's Apple moved. Jumping back, she shrieked in fear. Clutching at her chest, she took a hesitant step forward. No other part of his body had moved, of that she was certain. That meant there was something in his throat.
Feeling brave, she reached out with her glove covered hand to feel his throat. Her fingers shook for a moment before they settled on his cold, dead skin. Whatever was in there moved when she touched it and she had to clench her ass tight in order to keep her underwear clean.
After a moment to calm her racing heart, she set the report down and picked up a pair of forceps. She used her free hand to force Grissom's jaw open so she could see inside. There was definitely something lodged in the back of his throat. Reaching the end of the forceps inside, she guided them in to grab the obstruction.
It wiggled wildly, flailing in all directions. Eyes wide, she pulled it free and held it at arms length away from her. On the ends of her forceps, something small, blood covered, and with many tentacles battered the metal, trying to get free. Two of the arms clutched at the tongs as she turned it over to examine the creature. It appeared to be a live octopus.
Walking over to the supply tray, she released the octopus in to the waste pan. Its arms reached over the edge of the pan, but it remained inside. After a moment, it completely withdrew in to the pan.
Examining the creature, Catherine felt the muscles in her forehead ache from heaving her eyebrows so high. She had heard of people eating live octopi, but until this moment, it hadn't registered to her. If she recalled correctly, there was a choking warning that came along with the meal. Glancing back to Grissom, she shook her head. "Guess they weren't kidding."
Picking up the pan, she carried it over to the sink. The octopus inside didn't move, but she could swear it was watching her, calculating. A dark vibe came from the blood spattered animal, it was something very dangerous. Turning on the tap, she added some water to the pan, only enough to let the octopus thin out.
A slow grin spread across her face as she watched it move in the water. It would have to be transferred to a salt water tank soon if it were to live. How it had survived this far was a mystery, but evidently it was tenacious enough not to let a little thing like being swallowed whole stop it. Something like it should be admired, rewarded for its survival instinct. After all, it wasn't an ordinary creature that could permanently silence Gil Grissom.
With a swish of the pan, she carried it to the door.
THE END..................