A.N. I am trying my hand at a longer story. I really hope it works. This
is dedicated to my sister because the case was her idea. It sounds a bit
ludicrous at first, but I took it because it does not involve anyone
getting kidnapped, raped, stalked, attacked, etc. Well, anyone on the team
of course. And hey, some really odd things have happened on this show
(nosebleed anyone?). I am taking for granted that somewhere in the city of
Las Vegas, there is a zoo.
Disclaimer: CBS owns them. . . I don't. If, somewhere is this mess I end up with an original character, then she's all mine.
Spoilers: I think if you are up to date with the show, you'll be okay. I am not dealing with anything of their current/past cases.
Archive: I still don't know what that means.
Rating: We'll go with PG-13
Summary: An weird MO throws the team for a loop.
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There was something disturbing about working the night shift. And yet, oddly relaxing. Sam got to see the inhabitants of this end of Las Vegas in their natural state. Well, as natural as anything in Las Vegas ever gets anyway. There were never tourists at this hour. No frazzled parents, not screaming children, and certainly no school groups. Maybe the night shift wasn't as bad as he thought.
Flashlight in hand, Sam continued his rounds. It was the noises that got him the most. The unexpected grunts, moans, and what sounded like maniacal laughter always made the hair on the back of his neck rise. He knew it was only natural, but still they weren't noises one expected in Las Vegas.
His last stop was his very favourite. Sam always brought his favourites a treat, even though technically it was none of his business to do so. Tonight it was a chicken. They preferred them live of course, but they always ate the ones that Sam brought for them. Walking up to the railing, Sam set the flashlight down on top of the coldbox that contained their evening snack. As he leaned over to watch them in the darkness, his sense of smell was assaulted by the smell of blood.
Sam swallowed the urge to retch and reached for his flashlight. He turned it on, and shone a beam of light into the enclosure. The sight he saw made him throw up.
The water of the exhibit was murky, but not with the brownish sludge typical of swamp exhibits. Sam stared at the swirling dark waters, and decided he really didn't want to know what it was. He swung hid flashlight away from the water, and went searching for the enclosures inhabitants.
He found her in the corner. Her eyes were open, but she was quite still. She appeared to be unharmed, but Sam wasn't sure he could tell from this distance. He found his way over to the switchboard, and flipped on the exhibit's main lights.
Eyes wide, he reached for his cell phone. There was a problem here that was beyond his abilities to solve. The female crocodile was in the corner of the blood soaked exhibit, but the male was gone.
And there was a hole in the back wall.
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Well, what do we think? Next chapters are in the works, and I won't make you review for them, but a little feedback would be nice.
Disclaimer: CBS owns them. . . I don't. If, somewhere is this mess I end up with an original character, then she's all mine.
Spoilers: I think if you are up to date with the show, you'll be okay. I am not dealing with anything of their current/past cases.
Archive: I still don't know what that means.
Rating: We'll go with PG-13
Summary: An weird MO throws the team for a loop.
* * * * * * *
There was something disturbing about working the night shift. And yet, oddly relaxing. Sam got to see the inhabitants of this end of Las Vegas in their natural state. Well, as natural as anything in Las Vegas ever gets anyway. There were never tourists at this hour. No frazzled parents, not screaming children, and certainly no school groups. Maybe the night shift wasn't as bad as he thought.
Flashlight in hand, Sam continued his rounds. It was the noises that got him the most. The unexpected grunts, moans, and what sounded like maniacal laughter always made the hair on the back of his neck rise. He knew it was only natural, but still they weren't noises one expected in Las Vegas.
His last stop was his very favourite. Sam always brought his favourites a treat, even though technically it was none of his business to do so. Tonight it was a chicken. They preferred them live of course, but they always ate the ones that Sam brought for them. Walking up to the railing, Sam set the flashlight down on top of the coldbox that contained their evening snack. As he leaned over to watch them in the darkness, his sense of smell was assaulted by the smell of blood.
Sam swallowed the urge to retch and reached for his flashlight. He turned it on, and shone a beam of light into the enclosure. The sight he saw made him throw up.
The water of the exhibit was murky, but not with the brownish sludge typical of swamp exhibits. Sam stared at the swirling dark waters, and decided he really didn't want to know what it was. He swung hid flashlight away from the water, and went searching for the enclosures inhabitants.
He found her in the corner. Her eyes were open, but she was quite still. She appeared to be unharmed, but Sam wasn't sure he could tell from this distance. He found his way over to the switchboard, and flipped on the exhibit's main lights.
Eyes wide, he reached for his cell phone. There was a problem here that was beyond his abilities to solve. The female crocodile was in the corner of the blood soaked exhibit, but the male was gone.
And there was a hole in the back wall.
* * * * * * *
Well, what do we think? Next chapters are in the works, and I won't make you review for them, but a little feedback would be nice.