Sara Newbie Sidle was coforted by Padds reassurance that he was not involved in the consiracy, she had never doubted his innocence. The crew she worked with trusted each other implicitly and Padds was a close and trusted friend. with his innocence confirmed by some very complicated scientific type test, he was in the clear. But as ever, Agent Lancelot from the FBI, loomed large. She knew he was involved somehow. She sent a quick text to Captain Brass,he was her best hope of finding out more on Agent Lancelot...there was a lot more to this than was initially apparent. Sidle was trying to unravel a mystery before it was too late, but her assistants for the most part were as loonie as her, and time was running out...Brass and Padds were innocent, but it didn't narrow down the list any further.
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suddenly sargent brass got a mysterious call from cutie {how she got his number he was confused but he would come back to that later } she told him in not so many words that that pesky fbi agent had planted the print on the mouldy fish finger of padds to frame him ! but she denied killing her beloved pimp keano, she had left her knickers there for him as a reminder,but she could not come back to turn herself in, sara meanwhile had gone back to the lab to run the tests on the mouldy finger , she disturbed grissom who was trying to mate a moth with a wasp with no luck," grissom ! i need ur help on the mouldy finger ! " meanwhile brass had turned his attention to the bar he needed a drink to calm his nerves he had been stuck between a rock and a hard place for a while now how could the team crack the case with so much missing !!!
Newbie Sidle checked her phone, she had a text back from the sexy Captain Brass (mmmm that shiny bit on his head, and with grissom's rejection it was looking even better), her suspicions about the FBI agent were right, he had planted Padds fingerprint on the fishfinger. But who was he working with. Brass believed Cuties claim that she was not involved, an unwilling pawn in Keano's games. Sidle trusted Brass's opinion on the matter, despite what was being said by those around her. She would have to go back over all the evidence with a fine tooth comb. Suddenly her phone rang, there was another body after being found, and this one was going to be hard to deal with...it was someone close to her. Sidle rushed to the scene, and gasped at the sight in front of her. It was Warrick, her trusted associate. It was the same modus operandi as the Keano murder, the genitals placed in the mouth of the male victim, like a black pudding. As she examined the body she noticed something sticking out of his jacket pocket, a neon pink knickers...the same ones that had gone missing from the evidence locker. So, finally, Sidle knew who had been giving information to Agent Lancelot, but something wasn't right...
crissom in the mean time was a happy bunny he had got the moth and the wasp to mate the new species would be called wasmots. hummmmm the pink knickers was the clue to the riddle but what was it crissom knew he was close but something else annoyed him the fbi agent lance arrived at the lab shouting abuse at sara who do u think u are im an fbi agent for 30 years and never put a foot wrong. but sara was not put off by that she had in her hand a fishfinger from birds eye (the 1 in the crime sceen was a greenilse 1) do u reconise this fishfinger agent lance errrr ummmm ahhhh no i dont y. agents lance,s answer was some what not convincing to many errr ummm ahhh,s sara knew he was lieing but proving it was not easy something else was missing for a conviction what could it b?????????>
But newbie9 was perplexed, how had the last post appeared as hers? They shared computers at the lab, but it was not like Grissom to be so careless, but then he was excited about his entomological advances. The wasmoth would be mention in entymology journals for years to come. This had to be the explanation, Sidle shared a computer in the lab with Grissom, but she was devastated that this was all she shared with him.
Master of Sex
grissom ponders his work of art thinking about the crime in hand why was the pink knickers left at the 2 sceens why was alan ball not around much why was padds weak at the knees about burgers why was lance in a panic this was all going around grissoms head multi taskin at its best. then in a flash the penny drops he has the answer. on his way back to the lab grissom is feeling unwell he stops the car calls for help but by the time help gets to him he is in a coma is it swine flu dunno is it from chemicals he used in the lab dunno. all this will have to be revealed when grissom wakes from his mysterious sleep????? tension is mounting in the lab before grissom fell into the coma he told sara the answer to the mystry will sara tell or will she.......
back at the bar captian brass was pished ! when he got the call to go to the body of warrick found eariler , he drank a cupa pure coffee sobered up enough to walk and called for a squad car to pick him up ! he pondered on all what had happen so far ? why was warrick murdered in the same fashion as keano ? what was the meaning of the knickers ? what the feck was grissom doing making a wasmot? and why was padds so excited about burgers? he arrived at the secne padds aka nick was standing over the body he turned to brass " he not looking good brass" " i see myself nick ! jesus 2 in 24 hours ! hic!" {his hicups came on full with the stench of apple tinis ! } " u been on the lash brass or changed ur mouthwash?" hic! era just had a few !slured brass !meanwhile back in the lab sara and willows had cracked the prints on the finger !!!!!! who were they and w.t.f happened grissom had he been stung by the wasmot ? or high on chemicals from the lab ?
I wrote a thread but got timed out.
Anyway it transpires that Lance wiped his brow with Cutie's knicks and had a furtive sniff!
He now suspected that Sidle was not as Wholesome as she puported to be and could indeed be a manhater as opposed to a maneater.
Cutie's neon pink knicks were indeed the key to the whole quandary and Padd's stools were rendered irrelevant, but scientifically puzzling.
What would squeaky-clean Bally come up with next?..........
Clyde Grissom was furious...his laptop(dancing)pc was fecked... infected with the latest swing flu virus...but Padds claimed he had CSI equipment to make a cure ... but aside from the lappy Clyde Grissom was beyond furious ... he could forgive Thomasbiglad Brass for being good looking and the women fawning all over him ... but taking his prized blowfly maggots, his specially genetically modified, laboratory trained, CSI award winning maggots, ....taking the maggots was beyond friendship ...beyond even taking Newbie ... and to take them for Phishing
...on that scuttle bucket he calls a ship...and catch nothing ...not even a cold...Clyde had plans, this was
...on that scuttle bucket he calls a ship...and catch nothing ...not even a cold...Clyde had plans, this was
... a case for Batman, starring Newbie as Catwoman, Bally as the Riddler, Padds as the Joker and a whole host of other stars that the Plotter requires assistance with. Who are to play the parts of Batman, Robin, Mr. Freeze, the Penguin and the cariacaturised Captain O' Hara????????????
bham...splat...kepow .... take that Batman ... this is CSI ... Grissom city not Gotham City ... we have crimes to solve ... the case of the Pink Panties is still open ... Clyde Grissom genetically modified maggots are still missing ... Thomas brass is at sea ...Padds is stranded in Waterford and newbie is ......
Newbie Sidle got the call, from the high tech operating system controlled by the stunning Ms Margo OffalyCouple. The Batman theme would have to wait, there were still too many questions to be answered. Clyde Grissom was missing, Newbie Sidle knew he had gone to talk to Padds about the case, but she hadn't heard from him since, she was worried. Could Padds be involved in the disappearance. She had been on her holidays, but it was clear she was needed back at CSI headquarters. The CIA were breathing down their necks, internal affairs were still harassing people, and instead of finding just one pair of knickers, alan ball had found dozens, all of which needed analysing. She went to work in the lab. On her arrival she discovered a file on Thomasbiglad Brass left by alan ball, and the sight of him in those boots, and the red...outfit, rekindled her passions. She was torn, her heart belonged to Grissom, but there were other body parts responding to the photo of Brass and the file detailing his former outrageous exploits at sea. It was hard to concentrate on the case with all these things going on. She wished Grissom would come back, so she could discuss all this with him. And his sharp mind was needed on this case.
Clyde was on another equaly disturbing case, Ms Margo had fallen into his arms weeping, distraugt that a pair of her silk knickers had been taken in for forensic tests..
Whilst Clyde( being a relatively decent guy) could not disclose much to Ms Margo about the case he did show her the file, containing daming evidence of a on her knicks...
'Clyde I have no idea how that got there' she wept.....
Whilst Clyde( being a relatively decent guy) could not disclose much to Ms Margo about the case he did show her the file, containing daming evidence of a on her knicks...
'Clyde I have no idea how that got there' she wept.....
Clyde had collected the CSI computer on Sunday evening and had returned to HQ safely, Padd's sent a top secret email to Alan Ball, apologising there had been a breakdown in communication and Clyde had called a day premature! but both promised to meet Alan-Ball the next... time.
Padd's new Sony Ericcson C905 bleeps.... darn he announces.... work.....
Back later!
Could the demure Ms. Offalycouple be involved? Was it her knickers that contained the fingerprint? Grissom had left Padds, and headed back to headquarters but hadn't been seen by the team. Brass was still away too, investigating a new lead in an area where phone or computer contact was difficult. As Newbie Sidle sealed an envelope with details of the case to be sent to Brass, she wished there was more to go on. Grissom knew of Ms. Offalycouples knicks, but Sidle had no knowledge of this yet. Sidle had been too preoccupied with getting someone into her own knickers, that she had not yet finished running the print through the system.
but the evidence was conclusive .. the fingers could not lie ... Newbie knew the identity of the Pink Knicker nicker and murderer ... but could it really be ... they are so nice, kind, generous and ...
(knock at the door) ... "oh hi, was just thinking about you" ...
" you look very pretty in pink tonight ... it becomes you ... i like that you are colour matched" ....
Padd's thought long and hard, all this talk of grissom,,, ect,,,, Padd's was lost in the MATRIX, he had fled Waterford, but as a Pilot of the ship was lost in Translation..... Padd's was plotting, plotting a party very small one but a party....would be a swing night, would it be a poker night???? Padd's soon realized he could never ever host a CSI get together, the likes of Grissom held, afterall The main man had enjoyed tea with Padd's the previous evening. Padd's and the Clyde chatted. Clyde a great guy ( one of the most genuine peeps on the site)
Padd's wanted to announce to the world, " got a bloody fantastic pic message and a text" but from whom?
By writing in a perplexing message which included the magical bbcode thingy, Padds had inadvertantly sent the team whirling through another vortex.
'Howdy Partners' said one of the men in the saloon to his friends at the poker table. Since starting work in the saloon for Bonnie Getyourgun, Newbie Oakley couldn't have been happier. She got to wear cool clothes and helped to entertain the men of the town, who outnumbered women so dramatically. Bonnie Getyourgun was owner of the brothel upstairs while Alan the Kid ran the bar. The local sheriff, John Clyde Wayne helped to keep order when things got out of hand. Things were going well that night in the saloon, here hadn't been any trouble all night. But just as they were all cheering for Thomasbiglad Eastwood as he one a considerable amount in the poker game and was buying everyone drink, the stranger who had lost the game stood up suddenly. His chair fell backwards and he overturned the card table. With one hand on the gun in his holster he said "Not so fast Eastwood"...Newbie whspered to one of the other men in the bar, "Quick, go get sherrif wayne, theres trouble a brewin'
Sabre roared into town... a cloud of dust settling at his feet.. he was all fanged up and ready for business.
Kicking open the saloon door he glared steely through the haze of smoke that filled the saloon, and he thought to himself " I thought this was a non smoking bar?"
Quickly he came back to his senses and realised government legislation didn't affect his imaginary saloon, as his eyes rested upon a buxom damsel tightly fitted in her corsett and frilled pantilooms. "Later", he thought to himself; and he turned his attention back to eerie vagabond lurking in the smokey shadows beyond the buxom dame.
Sabre shouts across the room "Hey ya varmit, I sent for ya yesterday and ya came today, ya know why I want ya and ya know I'm gonna get ya."
The vagamond stumbled fowrward, the grey light revealing the face of none other than Sabre's arch enemy 'The Stalker'.
Sabre motioned for the vagabond to come outside and gave these words of assurance "I'm not gonna shoot ya I'm just gonna hang ya."
The room went silent and they all looked at the vagabond with concern for a second... then the room erupted with laughter as a damp patch of fear appeared on the vagabonds trousers! Sabre was a man who always settled his scores.
Sabre looked across at the buxom dame, her chest pouting to explode from her corsett... he says "and as for you little lady... well I'll be right back!"
Alan the Kid slowly slid his hand under the bar and curled his finger around the trigger of the shotgun that was hidden underneath, there was big trouble ahead. The stranger at the card table was drunk and mean, and the look of hate in his eyes for Thomasbiglad Eastwood could have cut through steel. Eastwood didn't flinch, he had a big gun and he knew how to use it. He never missed his target, and the rest of the bar knew it. Their gasps of horror were more for the stranger than anything else. But who was this new stanger who had just burst in, no one had seen him before. He did bear a striking resemblence to the guy on the wanted posters Saber Hicock. Could Eastwood handle both men on his own? Why hadn't Sherrif Clyde Wayne arrived. Newbie Oakley shook with fear, would her big strong rugged local men be able to protect her from these mysterious strangers?
