Terrific... [body is nailed to ceiling]
Kris Kringle on my table? Interesting...
Who have you got for me?
No, actually...she was already dead.
...what exactly happened to my corpse?
Lessee...what do we have here?
[bent over bloody corpse in elevator]
Didn't ask for him on ice...
*whistling various Christmas songs while working*
*phone calling Mac from the morgue*
Another night, another body, another alley.
*sticking liver temp probe in corpse*
*arrives* Alright...where's the body at?
Last time I book with them.
I actually feel ok...very ok.
Just a bit festive I suppose...
Twin murders? Now I've seen everything.
*working inside cadaver, humming to himself*
*morgue* ...odd feeling...standing here again...
Don't tell him...wait for it...
That is an awfully unflattering picture.
*back in lab, Mac's phone rings*
Need a vacation...really bad...Mac?
...Leonard? *starts searching through the lab*
*arrives at work, holding cat carrier*
*asleep on a morgue table, snoring*
*body on table* ...this one's interesting...
*absentmindedly fiddling with pen, reading reports*
Kris Kringle on my table? Interesting...
Who have you got for me?
No, actually...she was already dead.
...what exactly happened to my corpse?
Lessee...what do we have here?
[bent over bloody corpse in elevator]
Didn't ask for him on ice...
*whistling various Christmas songs while working*
*phone calling Mac from the morgue*
Another night, another body, another alley.
*sticking liver temp probe in corpse*
*arrives* Alright...where's the body at?
Last time I book with them.
I actually feel ok...very ok.
Just a bit festive I suppose...
Twin murders? Now I've seen everything.
*working inside cadaver, humming to himself*
*morgue* ...odd feeling...standing here again...
Don't tell him...wait for it...
That is an awfully unflattering picture.
*back in lab, Mac's phone rings*
Need a vacation...really bad...Mac?
...Leonard? *starts searching through the lab*
*arrives at work, holding cat carrier*
*asleep on a morgue table, snoring*
*body on table* ...this one's interesting...
*absentmindedly fiddling with pen, reading reports*
SWS Threads
Jan. 1st, 2011 06:24 pmSid's Tables
Sid Kidnapped Verse
1. Initial kidnapping
2. Peyton discovers Sid's missing, Mac processes scene
3. Murphy finds out from Peyton
4. Murphy tells Natalie Bruenner, FBI
5. Mac's office
6. Lindsay and Danny
7. Sid in back of van, cellphone picture sent
8. Lillian and Michelle's perspective, cellphones recieve picture
9. Sid's cellphone recovered
10. Aiden processing Sid's phone
11. Mac upset...
12. Auto Repair Shop - coroner van found and processed
13. Aiden's lab results
14. In a warehouse somewhere...
15. the final clue?
16. Warehouse showdown!!
17. Slight ringing aftermath
18. Sid is back
19. Aiden is a bit sore
Playing music with Mac
Talking with Sylar....hopefully he won't kill him
Discussing glasses with CSI's coroner
Talking with Angel in the dark
Captain Harkness on his table
Talking with Scully
Meeting Angel Horatio
Talking weird dreams with Death
Crime scene with Agent Clay
Detective Stabler has the day off
Decomp crime scene with Dani Reese
Boggy crime scene with Calleigh Duquesne
Meeting Captain Harkness officially, joining Torchwood
Welcome to torchwood, Dr Hammerback
Owen and baby, how cute
Meeting Ianto and his broken coffee maker
Helping Owen fix the coffee maker
Brief hello to Ryan Wolfe
Meeting Castle's detective and talking aliens
Sheldon hates New York
Meta with Xander
Discussing anthrax with Hotchner of Criminal Minds
Sherlock has his corpse
Hercule Poirot
Commenting on Watson's blog, Sherlock threadjacks
Sid Kidnapped Verse
1. Initial kidnapping
2. Peyton discovers Sid's missing, Mac processes scene
3. Murphy finds out from Peyton
4. Murphy tells Natalie Bruenner, FBI
5. Mac's office
6. Lindsay and Danny
7. Sid in back of van, cellphone picture sent
8. Lillian and Michelle's perspective, cellphones recieve picture
9. Sid's cellphone recovered
10. Aiden processing Sid's phone
11. Mac upset...
12. Auto Repair Shop - coroner van found and processed
13. Aiden's lab results
14. In a warehouse somewhere...
15. the final clue?
16. Warehouse showdown!!
17. Slight ringing aftermath
18. Sid is back
19. Aiden is a bit sore
Playing music with Mac
Talking with Sylar....hopefully he won't kill him
Discussing glasses with CSI's coroner
Talking with Angel in the dark
Captain Harkness on his table
Talking with Scully
Meeting Angel Horatio
Talking weird dreams with Death
Crime scene with Agent Clay
Detective Stabler has the day off
Decomp crime scene with Dani Reese
Boggy crime scene with Calleigh Duquesne
Meeting Captain Harkness officially, joining Torchwood
Welcome to torchwood, Dr Hammerback
Owen and baby, how cute
Meeting Ianto and his broken coffee maker
Helping Owen fix the coffee maker
Brief hello to Ryan Wolfe
Meeting Castle's detective and talking aliens
Sheldon hates New York
Meta with Xander
Discussing anthrax with Hotchner of Criminal Minds
Sherlock has his corpse
Hercule Poirot
Commenting on Watson's blog, Sherlock threadjacks
For
flack_nypd
Oct. 18th, 2009 07:50 pm[follows this]
It was a quiet night. The kind Sid would generally pass by reading a good book or chatting with the wife and kids over dinner. But the kids were grown up and away at college so it was even more quiet than usual. Lillian was upstairs working on her nails and watching a movie that Sid didn't care much for, so he was sprawled out on the couch in front of the fireplace. He'd intended to read the latest reports on bruising post mortem but it was so comfy where he was, he was soon snoring away, his glasses off to one side, fast asleep.
It was a quiet night. The kind Sid would generally pass by reading a good book or chatting with the wife and kids over dinner. But the kids were grown up and away at college so it was even more quiet than usual. Lillian was upstairs working on her nails and watching a movie that Sid didn't care much for, so he was sprawled out on the couch in front of the fireplace. He'd intended to read the latest reports on bruising post mortem but it was so comfy where he was, he was soon snoring away, his glasses off to one side, fast asleep.
email to
pdriscoll_me
May. 8th, 2009 12:51 amThank you so much for the lovely gift. It's one of the few things a medical examiner doesn't get in the morgue, i.e. sunshine.
As for explaining why I've been absent, I'll have to do a little fourth wall breaking here. My mun is currently caught up with her other muses, most of them involved in her first love of science fiction, so she hasn't really wanted to use me much since then.
Not sure if I'll be coming back soon, mun hasn't been that inspired with Sid for a long time. But if there's a thread you're wanting me to comment on, lemme know. I'll see if I can talk her into something small.
Your fellow M.E.,
Sid Hammerback
As for explaining why I've been absent, I'll have to do a little fourth wall breaking here. My mun is currently caught up with her other muses, most of them involved in her first love of science fiction, so she hasn't really wanted to use me much since then.
Not sure if I'll be coming back soon, mun hasn't been that inspired with Sid for a long time. But if there's a thread you're wanting me to comment on, lemme know. I'll see if I can talk her into something small.
Your fellow M.E.,
Sid Hammerback
Disorder | Rating |
Paranoid Disorder: | Low |
Schizoid Disorder: | Low |
Schizotypal Disorder: | High |
Antisocial Disorder: | Low |
Borderline Disorder: | Low |
Histrionic Disorder: | Low |
Narcissistic Disorder: | Low |
Avoidant Disorder: | Low |
Dependent Disorder: | Low |
Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder: | Low |
-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! -- -- Personality Disorders -- |
You did say to be evaluated...
Just when things were quiet...
Mar. 21st, 2009 07:28 pmfollowing this
Mac's office was dark as Sid came through the glass door. He really didn't feel like turning on the light, there was enough coming from the one light still on in the hall and the soda machine glow beyond the offices.
He hadn't been fibbing, the office was as pristine as ever. Sid shook his head, even intoxicated, Mac was efficient. Efficiently intoxicated?
Sid walked around the desk, double checking just to make sure. All of the files were stacked neatly in their respective places, the computer was logged off...not even a stray pencil anywhere. On an impulse, Sid sat down in Mac's chair with a sigh, indulging his imagination as to what it would be like to be head detective. Not that he would ever want such a job. He really did prefer the morgue and sorting out evidence and DB's down there. The view was rather nice through the glassed in partition that separated the office from the rest of the lab. Sid leaned back in the chair and sighed, thinking about Peyton leading Mac off by the hand and hoping they got home safely.
Leaning back in the chair made him notice something under the desk. There was a small red light glowing somewhere underneath. Sid got out of the chair, pushing it to the side, curious as he got down on his knees to look under the desk.
Right at eye level, stuck to the underside of the desk, was a red colored digital readout attached to a small box. 00:00:09...00:00:08...00:00:07...
Sid's eyes widened behind his glasses. Getoutgetoutgetout! his brain said, forcing him past the shock of what he was seeing. No time to think, just run.
00:00:05...00:00:04...00:00:03...
Sid vaulted himself over the desk, scattering Mac's carefully laid paperwork around, trying to get some distance and knowing he was probably too late if this was a true bomb meant for the building. Why did he feel like he was moving in slow motion?
00:00:02...00:00:01...
His hand just touched the door handle to open it...when it went off.
BOOM!
The explosion destroyed the desk, sending pieces of it upwards and outwards. The force of the small bomb made a concussion wave that took out all of the glass at the front of the office all at once, sending Sid through the door, glass and all, with it. The glass rained down on the floor outside while pieces of the desk dropped to the carpet inside.
Sid lay on the floor for a second, the blast ringing in his ears and making sure he was still breathing. He was pretty sure...he didn't feel dead or anything. Just severely shocked. He slowly turned over and got himself sitting upright, trying to avoid the pieces of glass he was sitting in. He probably had pieces of glass all over him...and possibly stuck in him...but he seemed to be in one piece. He looked back into the partially destroyed office.
"What on earth was that?" he said to no one in particular as people started running out of their respective labs to see what the noise had been about.
[ooc: *headdesk* forgot the wedding was today...feel free to keep the wedding stuff apart from this, that might be too confusing]
Mac's office was dark as Sid came through the glass door. He really didn't feel like turning on the light, there was enough coming from the one light still on in the hall and the soda machine glow beyond the offices.
He hadn't been fibbing, the office was as pristine as ever. Sid shook his head, even intoxicated, Mac was efficient. Efficiently intoxicated?
Sid walked around the desk, double checking just to make sure. All of the files were stacked neatly in their respective places, the computer was logged off...not even a stray pencil anywhere. On an impulse, Sid sat down in Mac's chair with a sigh, indulging his imagination as to what it would be like to be head detective. Not that he would ever want such a job. He really did prefer the morgue and sorting out evidence and DB's down there. The view was rather nice through the glassed in partition that separated the office from the rest of the lab. Sid leaned back in the chair and sighed, thinking about Peyton leading Mac off by the hand and hoping they got home safely.
Leaning back in the chair made him notice something under the desk. There was a small red light glowing somewhere underneath. Sid got out of the chair, pushing it to the side, curious as he got down on his knees to look under the desk.
Right at eye level, stuck to the underside of the desk, was a red colored digital readout attached to a small box. 00:00:09...00:00:08...00:00:07...
Sid's eyes widened behind his glasses. Getoutgetoutgetout! his brain said, forcing him past the shock of what he was seeing. No time to think, just run.
00:00:05...00:00:04...00:00:03...
Sid vaulted himself over the desk, scattering Mac's carefully laid paperwork around, trying to get some distance and knowing he was probably too late if this was a true bomb meant for the building. Why did he feel like he was moving in slow motion?
00:00:02...00:00:01...
His hand just touched the door handle to open it...when it went off.
BOOM!
The explosion destroyed the desk, sending pieces of it upwards and outwards. The force of the small bomb made a concussion wave that took out all of the glass at the front of the office all at once, sending Sid through the door, glass and all, with it. The glass rained down on the floor outside while pieces of the desk dropped to the carpet inside.
Sid lay on the floor for a second, the blast ringing in his ears and making sure he was still breathing. He was pretty sure...he didn't feel dead or anything. Just severely shocked. He slowly turned over and got himself sitting upright, trying to avoid the pieces of glass he was sitting in. He probably had pieces of glass all over him...and possibly stuck in him...but he seemed to be in one piece. He looked back into the partially destroyed office.
"What on earth was that?" he said to no one in particular as people started running out of their respective labs to see what the noise had been about.
[ooc: *headdesk* forgot the wedding was today...feel free to keep the wedding stuff apart from this, that might be too confusing]
from
lieu_murphy
Mar. 21st, 2009 03:28 pm1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll challenge you to try something.
3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you.
4. I'll tell you something I like about you.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours.
2. I'll challenge you to try something.
3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you.
4. I'll tell you something I like about you.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours.
OOC: Horatio/Mac Icons!
Mar. 12th, 2009 04:32 amSomebody stop me...I keep making icons I can't use. :) I am trying to see all of the crossover episodes and this is my favorite thus far. From the ep MIA NYC Nonstop. And I finally get to make icons of Mac and Horatio next to each other, which I've been wanting to do ever since I started reading the banter between
doesntrush_sci and
lt_horatiocaine. There is also some younger Danny thrown in as well. Please take and use if you like them.
A few of my favorite ones:

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A few of my favorite ones:






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So I was watching this episode of Kojak (its free online through hulu) And the part where Kojak enters the crime scene at the beginning...check out the young witty coroner he talks to...
"At this point, I am prepared to say that he is definitely dead..."
Can you say younger Sid dead ringer? I really wish I had a picture of him, but all I've got is the episode online. It's close enough to be funny. I must say, I was tickled pink. :)
I also don't know why, but Kojak's partner, Det. Bobby Crocker reminds me of Flack...must be the cadence of his voice or something.
"At this point, I am prepared to say that he is definitely dead..."
Can you say younger Sid dead ringer? I really wish I had a picture of him, but all I've got is the episode online. It's close enough to be funny. I must say, I was tickled pink. :)
I also don't know why, but Kojak's partner, Det. Bobby Crocker reminds me of Flack...must be the cadence of his voice or something.
Sid is found! Huzzah!
Climatic ending here: http://coroner-glasses.livejournal.com/8243.html
And just because things are much funnier at six in the morning...(hope this is alright with
doesntrush_sci, if not, I can delete it)
( Behind the Scenes Snippets while RPing with Mac and Aiden )
Climatic ending here: http://coroner-glasses.livejournal.com/8243.html
And just because things are much funnier at six in the morning...(hope this is alright with
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( Behind the Scenes Snippets while RPing with Mac and Aiden )
Possibly final entry...
Mar. 8th, 2009 03:45 am[locked till someone shows up]
"What's taking so long?" Jeremy asked, annoyed. His friend, Matt was alternating between pacing and looking out of the windows. Sid was doing the best he could with the tools he had, but this was no dead body. The gun in the room wasn't helping matters either. At least they had released his hands so he could work on the young injured teen. So far, all he'd been able to do is slow the bleeding but this Jeremy character actually wanted the bullet out. Which Sid had told him was not a good idea...and Jeremy put the gun to his temple again and Sid decided to keep his mouth shut. He didn't like the unsanitary conditions for this poor kid either. The sawdust was everywhere and they were only working on a workbench in the middle of a warehouse.
Sid sighed with his tweezers in hand. "Its in there pretty deep..." he paused before adding as gently as he could, "He really should see a proper doctor..."
"I told you so," Matt jumped in, walking back from his umteenth check of the windows. "The guy's not a real doctor."
"What does that matter?" Jeremy retorted back. "Doctor's a doctor and what were we gonna do? Take him to a hospital? One look at him and the cops would be all over us."
"Your fault he came with us anyway," Matt said with a scowl. "That kid brother of yours doesn't know when to stay away from a fight." Jeremy didn't take that well at all. He jumped up from his seat and got in Matt's face. "You leave him out of this, ok? We're just gonna get him patched up and then we're all bookin it to Canada. Right?"
Matt grudgingly agreed. "I know, I just think that we've got to hurry. I mean, what if he doesn't mak..."
"He's gonna make it," Jeremy cut him off. He gave Sid a glare, fingering the handle of his gun meaningfully. "He's gonna make it."
"Good plan," Sid said before returning to his delicate work. One that doesn't include me apparently, he thought to himself. He'd seen their faces, there was no way they would keep him around afterward. The kit he had did have a few sharp objects, but the other two men had guns. Sid wiped a drop of sweat off of his forehead and tried to concentrate on keeping the boy in front of him alive...
[/locked]
"What's taking so long?" Jeremy asked, annoyed. His friend, Matt was alternating between pacing and looking out of the windows. Sid was doing the best he could with the tools he had, but this was no dead body. The gun in the room wasn't helping matters either. At least they had released his hands so he could work on the young injured teen. So far, all he'd been able to do is slow the bleeding but this Jeremy character actually wanted the bullet out. Which Sid had told him was not a good idea...and Jeremy put the gun to his temple again and Sid decided to keep his mouth shut. He didn't like the unsanitary conditions for this poor kid either. The sawdust was everywhere and they were only working on a workbench in the middle of a warehouse.
Sid sighed with his tweezers in hand. "Its in there pretty deep..." he paused before adding as gently as he could, "He really should see a proper doctor..."
"I told you so," Matt jumped in, walking back from his umteenth check of the windows. "The guy's not a real doctor."
"What does that matter?" Jeremy retorted back. "Doctor's a doctor and what were we gonna do? Take him to a hospital? One look at him and the cops would be all over us."
"Your fault he came with us anyway," Matt said with a scowl. "That kid brother of yours doesn't know when to stay away from a fight." Jeremy didn't take that well at all. He jumped up from his seat and got in Matt's face. "You leave him out of this, ok? We're just gonna get him patched up and then we're all bookin it to Canada. Right?"
Matt grudgingly agreed. "I know, I just think that we've got to hurry. I mean, what if he doesn't mak..."
"He's gonna make it," Jeremy cut him off. He gave Sid a glare, fingering the handle of his gun meaningfully. "He's gonna make it."
"Good plan," Sid said before returning to his delicate work. One that doesn't include me apparently, he thought to himself. He'd seen their faces, there was no way they would keep him around afterward. The kit he had did have a few sharp objects, but the other two men had guns. Sid wiped a drop of sweat off of his forehead and tried to concentrate on keeping the boy in front of him alive...
[/locked]
Usefulness
Mar. 8th, 2009 01:19 am[locked from everyone again]
Sid's head ached like it was stuffed with cotton. He tried to open his eyes but it took quite an effort. He wasn't sure what they had pumped into him, but it was taking it's sweet time to wear off. He finally got his lids open and found out he wasn't blindfolded anymore. The duct tape was off his mouth too. As his eyes slowly focused, he realized that overpowering smell was of...wood. Freshly cut wood.
He was laying on an old matress on the cement floor of some sort of warehouse. All around him was stacks and boxes of different cut pieces of wood. Sid thought about getting up, but that was easier said than done. His hands and feet were still ducttaped quite securely.
A light step was heard from behind his head and a hand mussed with his hair before the person came into view. Sid found himself looking at the amused face of one of his kidnappers. He looked to be about 25ish with red hair gelled to the front like the kids are doing nowadays. "Hey, doc, you up yet?" he said almost playfully. It would have been playful...if Sid hadn't also noticed the gun stuffed in the young man's belt. Sid managed to turn slightly on his side with a groan at his slowly clearing head. The other kidnapper had just strode into the room, arms folded as he surveyed Sid on the floor. "Hey, Matt, he's awake," the red haired one said with a dangerous smile. "That's good," his dark haired friend said in a low tone, as if he still wasn't sure about all of this.
"Of course that's good," Jeremy said.
"What...what do you want with me?" Sid asked when he finally got his tongue unstuck from his dry mouth. The red haired one smirked and leaned in to take hold of Sid's collar. "We got a...job...for you, doc. Com'n, get up." The two men hauled Sid to his feet and one of them cut the duct tape that held his ankles. They walked him rather roughly across the warehouse and around some more boxes.
There on a plain workbench was another person. A young kid, couldn't be more than 18, laying on his back quite still. Sid was dragged over to him. He could see the kid was wounded really badly in the right chest but he was still breathing. The blood had dried onto his shirt where an ominous bullet hole was in the middle of it.
"Help him," Jeremy said matter-of-factly, as if it was like fixing the kitchen sink. Sid was confused. "I'm not a medical doctor, I work with dead people..." his sentence was cut off by the click of a gun being cocked against the side of his head. The amusement was gone from Jeremy's voice. "You HELP him...or else..."
Sid tried to calm his heart rate down as he nodded very slowly against the gun barrel set against the back of his head. "Ok, ok, I'll do it..."
The other kidnapper, one named Matt, shoved one of the coroner's kits at Sid as Jeremy removed the gun from his head and took an observers position off to the side. The gun still dangled from his hand as he sat on one of the metal chairs that had been put there for the workers.
Sid swallowed a bit and opened the kit, trying to think of what to do next. There was no way to tell what was outside, they could have been anywhere by now. He couldn't hear any workers or machinery going anywhere around him. Wherever he was, he thought as he pulled out the small first aid kit from the bag, he knew his friends were out there looking for him by now. He just hoped they would be able to get to him in time. He wasn't entirely sure he was going to be able to do anything for this kid. He'd lost a lot of blood and probably in shock for who knows how long it had been. And he wasn't entirely sure they were going to let him live anyway even if he did help him...
[/locked]
Sid's head ached like it was stuffed with cotton. He tried to open his eyes but it took quite an effort. He wasn't sure what they had pumped into him, but it was taking it's sweet time to wear off. He finally got his lids open and found out he wasn't blindfolded anymore. The duct tape was off his mouth too. As his eyes slowly focused, he realized that overpowering smell was of...wood. Freshly cut wood.
He was laying on an old matress on the cement floor of some sort of warehouse. All around him was stacks and boxes of different cut pieces of wood. Sid thought about getting up, but that was easier said than done. His hands and feet were still ducttaped quite securely.
A light step was heard from behind his head and a hand mussed with his hair before the person came into view. Sid found himself looking at the amused face of one of his kidnappers. He looked to be about 25ish with red hair gelled to the front like the kids are doing nowadays. "Hey, doc, you up yet?" he said almost playfully. It would have been playful...if Sid hadn't also noticed the gun stuffed in the young man's belt. Sid managed to turn slightly on his side with a groan at his slowly clearing head. The other kidnapper had just strode into the room, arms folded as he surveyed Sid on the floor. "Hey, Matt, he's awake," the red haired one said with a dangerous smile. "That's good," his dark haired friend said in a low tone, as if he still wasn't sure about all of this.
"Of course that's good," Jeremy said.
"What...what do you want with me?" Sid asked when he finally got his tongue unstuck from his dry mouth. The red haired one smirked and leaned in to take hold of Sid's collar. "We got a...job...for you, doc. Com'n, get up." The two men hauled Sid to his feet and one of them cut the duct tape that held his ankles. They walked him rather roughly across the warehouse and around some more boxes.
There on a plain workbench was another person. A young kid, couldn't be more than 18, laying on his back quite still. Sid was dragged over to him. He could see the kid was wounded really badly in the right chest but he was still breathing. The blood had dried onto his shirt where an ominous bullet hole was in the middle of it.
"Help him," Jeremy said matter-of-factly, as if it was like fixing the kitchen sink. Sid was confused. "I'm not a medical doctor, I work with dead people..." his sentence was cut off by the click of a gun being cocked against the side of his head. The amusement was gone from Jeremy's voice. "You HELP him...or else..."
Sid tried to calm his heart rate down as he nodded very slowly against the gun barrel set against the back of his head. "Ok, ok, I'll do it..."
The other kidnapper, one named Matt, shoved one of the coroner's kits at Sid as Jeremy removed the gun from his head and took an observers position off to the side. The gun still dangled from his hand as he sat on one of the metal chairs that had been put there for the workers.
Sid swallowed a bit and opened the kit, trying to think of what to do next. There was no way to tell what was outside, they could have been anywhere by now. He couldn't hear any workers or machinery going anywhere around him. Wherever he was, he thought as he pulled out the small first aid kit from the bag, he knew his friends were out there looking for him by now. He just hoped they would be able to get to him in time. He wasn't entirely sure he was going to be able to do anything for this kid. He'd lost a lot of blood and probably in shock for who knows how long it had been. And he wasn't entirely sure they were going to let him live anyway even if he did help him...
[/locked]
Rob's Auto Repair Shop
Mar. 7th, 2009 06:24 pmThe shop was only slightly busy for this time of day. Four of the five lifts had working projects on them and there were a few off to the side that were getting paint jobs. The boss man, Robert Slade, was looking over his clipboard at a dark car that just drove up. He frowned as the CSI's got out and started looking up and down at the building before coming in. Hope this isn't going to be bad for business, he thought as he waited near his office.
The cars on the lifts were being checked, inspected, and a couple of dents fixed. A two door custom convertible and a flower shop van are being painted over in the corner. The convertible is almost done, the van is being painted from black to white, a job that's almost half done. The men working on the van are scraping some lettering off the side.
The cars on the lifts were being checked, inspected, and a couple of dents fixed. A two door custom convertible and a flower shop van are being painted over in the corner. The convertible is almost done, the van is being painted from black to white, a job that's almost half done. The men working on the van are scraping some lettering off the side.
Update on Sid!kidnapping verse
Mar. 7th, 2009 02:35 pmOOC:
I'm keeping track of the threads I can find here: http://coroner-glasses.livejournal.com/6616.html
...because I'm OCD like that. If I miss any, just shoot me a comment to that post.
- Sid is currently in transit, I'm holding off on the next part of his story for now
- Wife Lillian and everyone in the lab who had Sid's phone number got a lovely taunting picture of Sid trussed up and blindfolded before his phone was tossed and then found and processed by
pressingcharges
- Auto body shop needs investigated, I can always play out the responses from the people there if needed DONE!
- Johnny's apartment can be searched...but there's not going to be anybody there and they're not heading there (edit:) but there may be some evidence there now.
And btw, you guys all rock muchly.
~the mun
I'm keeping track of the threads I can find here: http://coroner-glasses.livejournal.com/6616.html
...because I'm OCD like that. If I miss any, just shoot me a comment to that post.
- Sid is currently in transit, I'm holding off on the next part of his story for now
- Wife Lillian and everyone in the lab who had Sid's phone number got a lovely taunting picture of Sid trussed up and blindfolded before his phone was tossed and then found and processed by
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- Johnny's apartment can be searched...but there's not going to be anybody there and they're not heading there (edit:) but there may be some evidence there now.
And btw, you guys all rock muchly.
~the mun
Wife and daughter's perspective
Mar. 7th, 2009 01:49 amLillian was sitting on a bench just outside the CSI lab. She couldn't go home, not just yet. There wouldn't be any point. She'd just be worrying about Sid there, she might as well worry here where it gave the appearance of doing any good.
Michelle was taking it harder than she was. Lillian had tried to comfort her girl but she hadn't said a word since they'd learned about her dad's disappearance. For right now, Michelle was sitting on the other end of the bench, playing her handheld video game with a scowl on her face at the game. Just barely a teenager, Michelle really didn't want to be coddled or babied anymore...and she was so much like Sid, Lillian thought to herself. So practical and analytical at times. Her other daughter Samantha had gotten more of her own genes in the artistic field...Lillian still hadn't called her. She really didn't know what she could say...
Her cellphone buzzed in her hands and Lillian jumped up in surprise and hope. Instead the hope died quickly and she gasped in shock at the picture sent to her phone: Sid bound with duct tape and blindfolded in the back of a van.
Lillian could only cry at that point with Michelle leaving her game to hold onto her arm as if to comfort her. She didn't even hear the others in the lab as their cellphones buzzed or rang with the same photo being sent to them at the same time...no ransom demands, just the picture...
Michelle was taking it harder than she was. Lillian had tried to comfort her girl but she hadn't said a word since they'd learned about her dad's disappearance. For right now, Michelle was sitting on the other end of the bench, playing her handheld video game with a scowl on her face at the game. Just barely a teenager, Michelle really didn't want to be coddled or babied anymore...and she was so much like Sid, Lillian thought to herself. So practical and analytical at times. Her other daughter Samantha had gotten more of her own genes in the artistic field...Lillian still hadn't called her. She really didn't know what she could say...
Her cellphone buzzed in her hands and Lillian jumped up in surprise and hope. Instead the hope died quickly and she gasped in shock at the picture sent to her phone: Sid bound with duct tape and blindfolded in the back of a van.
Lillian could only cry at that point with Michelle leaving her game to hold onto her arm as if to comfort her. She didn't even hear the others in the lab as their cellphones buzzed or rang with the same photo being sent to them at the same time...no ransom demands, just the picture...