It's never the fall that kills you

forensic_truth @ 2007-08-20T22:10:00

2007-08-21T02:10:13Z

Gil/Horatio story

2007-05-02T03:15:06Z

This isn't the one I have been working on, this is just a thought that occurred in my mind.
Title: Insomnia
Pairing:Gil/Horatio
Rating: PG
Warnings/spoilers: I wish, but no.

As the cold blue moon hung high over the city of Las Vegas at midnight, a tired and worn out Gil Grissom paced around the break room. He was thinking deeply about all of the papers he had to go through, because some rich bastard decided to sue them for search without a warrant. He never understood the use of all the paperwork, maybe they wanted to strain their hand as well as their wallets.
He told everybody to just go home early, but Horatio Caine, a man he had been introduced to a week prior, stayed because he felt that it was his fault as well.
Gil sat down on the couch finally, but didn't cease his thinking about the mess of paper he had to go through before the day shift arrived at 6:00.
"Tough night." Horatio noted, stepping into the break room. Gil began laughing, and Horatio quirked a curious eyebrow. " What's so funny?"
Gil looked at him, a smile pasted on his face. " I've sat down, and now I wont want to get up when it comes time for me to finish the paperwork." He chuckled again.
"Don't worry about that" Horatio sat down near Gil and put his arms behind his head, crossing his left leg over the right. " I took care of it."
Gil turned to his side and gazed at him in surprise. " All of it?"
"All of it" He replied with a small smile. "You can catch some sleep if you want before the day shift arrives." They both smiled.
" They don't get here for six hours. That actually sounds good." he closed his eyes and began to hear a tune. Horatio was humming. "What is that melody?" Gil asked him.
"Oh, that? it's just a lullaby my mother used to sing to me before I went to bed, as a child. I can stop if you want.." He too was half asleep now.
"No, it's.. it's lovely, please continue."
And he did, bringing Gil into a deep sleep as the lower notes came up. Gil unconsciously leaned against Horatio, his head on his shoulder. Horatio didn't mind, it felt right for some reason he couldn't identify.
He continued his humming, the sweet metronome of his own voice bringing him into a much needed sleep.
Of course, he still had paperwork to do in the morning.

The Shifter part three

2007-03-10T02:46:01Z

Title: The Shifter part 3: Geriatric burgers
Pairing: Cox/JD eventually
Rating: PG-13 for language (Just to be safe)
Complete: 3/??

" Well smack my ass and call me Sally" Doctor Cox said. " A shape shifter. A being that can turn into anything they please."
"Yep"
" Wow"
"Yep"
" But, why can't you just turn back into yourself if the whole raccoon suit doesn't fit you?" He asked.
"Well, this part is mandatory. Apparently with the whole shape shifting package, I get to be a raccoon for a while" He stated simply, sighing in despair.
"How long exactly?" Dr.Cox asked.
"You know, this is one of the few times you've gone a few sentences without insulting me. You might want to fix that."
" Don't need to,Beth, and why would I make fun of you?" He chuckled mentally.
"Ugh...This is gonna be a long week." He said, letting himself droop over Dr.Cox's shoulder as he walked.
"And it's about to get longer 'ere Newbie." Cox warned as they approached the geriatric unit. "Ready? I sure as hell am not.." He took a step forward into the ward. The rehab patients approached. "Great, here come the mold encrusted cretaceous men known as old people, with their 'Can I go home Dr.Cox? When can I go home Dr.Cox? Am I doomed to a life in a nursing home?'" He cringed with their presence. But he soon withdrew from that position when he heard:
"What a cute little raccoon!!!!
'Huh, they must be more interested in raccoons than doctors, I'll have to thank him later, but for now...' Doctor Cox interrupted his own thoughts with:
"Pet the cute little raccoon everyone! He just lo-oves attention!"
Before he was smothered by the rotting hands of old women and men, JD squeaked in fear.and As he was being fondled, he couldn't help but wonder if that was what Rowdy felt when him and Turk pet him.
"What's his name Doctor Cox?" one of the people asked.
" His name is Tinkles, and he's just the cutest little fleabag I own".
JD whimpered again, as he was now being passed from person to person, smelling the scent of old and neglected diapers. He came up on one that hugged him so tight he couldn't breathe, and with all of his little raccoon-ish might, he said:
" Help..Me.." to doctor cox, who fakely glanced at his watch and promptly snatched JD from the people's grasp.
"Sorry folks, big conference with Kelso, I have to get going ta ta, may you rot in peace". And he ran out.
"Thank you for saving my life, though coincidentally we weren't in there for more than a minute." JD noted, catching his breath. Only to have it catch in his throat when ahead of him he saw a familiar sight.

Sorry it's so crappy. Tell me what you think.......

forensic_truth @ 2007-02-26T18:02:00

2007-02-26T23:03:17Z

Title: Chocolate
Pairing: Mac/Horatio
Rating: PG-13 (or PG..?)
Summary: Horatio receives anonymous gifts
Spoilers: None
Note: This isn't the only Mac/Horatio fic I have, there's more

Three days now.
Three days that he had been receiving these gifts. From flowers to Hershey's chocolate, and from stuffed animals to little heart candies. And all of these gifts were placed on his desk once or twice a day with a little red envelope that had a message reading: "soon".
Horatio sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose as he threw yet another vase of flowers into the trash. Along the way he caught eye with the envelope, red and vibrant as usual.
"Yeah, I know, soon" He threw it as well into the trash can and sat down. "What a bunch of bullshit" He said, and began tapping his fingers hard on the desk, making his pencil jump.
It didn't take long though, for him to decide to leave and go get some lunch. With another thumpety thump he got up and progressed down the hall to the exit.

Two hours later he returned, finding Mac Taylor in his office fiddling with some newly placed candy on his desk.
"I had no idea that you were in town" Horatio stated
"Horatio" Mac said in surprise. Horatio glanced at the candy.
"And such a charmer. So it's been you that leaves candy and flowers on my desk. I should've known."
"I was just in town- and and and d-decided to visit you a-"
Horatio silenced Mac with his lips for a moment, bt then pulled away. "Sure you were". he said. He moved in for another kiss, but stopped an inch from his mouth. "I love you mac"

Mac was shocked, confused, and loved every moment of it. "I love you too Horatio" He whispered, and closed the inch between them.

It was at that moment that Calleigh Duquesne's mouth dropped open at the sight, and she ran away, dropping a little red envelope that she forgot to place earlier.

artwork: Jd/Cox

2007-02-25T23:33:20Z

Hope you enjoy:

Yeah I know, it sucks and isn't colored.

forensic_truth @ 2006-09-10T02:44:00

2006-09-10T08:28:41Z

Okay, I took the requests for those drawings and am currently working on them. In the meantime, I have written a few chapters to the fanfic I created called: "Watchful eyes". I hope you enjoy.

Name: Watchful eyes part one : Life Saver
Fandom: CSI Las Vegas and Miami Crossover.
Warnings: Adult Content (Violence)
Spoilers: None.
Extra Characters: The whole LA group.
Pairing: Horatio/Gil, Ryan/Greg and OC/OC

“He struck again!”. Grissom angrily shouted, springing from his sitting position at the break room table. Horatio was quick to follow, he slammed his fist down.

“That bastard!” He clenched his teeth as hard as he could without them cracking. “How many deaths does he have to cause before he’ll take a break?”

“Will you two calm down?!” Catherine yelled, she made a slapping noise with her newspaper. “I’m trying to read this.” She fixed her eyes on the front page - which contained a story on their case. Her attention was always focused on the news these past few days. All because they were suspended from the case by Grissom’s actions. Grissom went alone to what he thought was the killer’s “hiding place”. Boy, was he wrong, and it got them a nice talking to from the Feds.

In the end, their killer never ceased to amaze them in the ways he killed his victims. He drowned, strangled, tortured, chopped, sliced, you name it, he probably has done it.

But, there was always one thing that made it their signature killer - the removal of the skin on certain parts of the body.

“ Hey, it seems like our guy slipped up on one of his crime scenes.” Catherine said after a few minutes. “Either that or the Cops are trying to wrap this up A.S.A.P”. She couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of the cops actually solving something on their own. Without compromising or planting evidence.

“Well, that’s just great. Now They’re going to make false assumptions, somehow make it relate to the evidence, then arrest the wrong man, and the real one goes off. Clean Slate, how great. How Fucking grea-.”

“Horatio, Shutup before I shut you up.” Catherine raised her fist and shot him an irritated look.

“ No Catherine.” Grissom but in “ He has a point, we need this case back, at any cost.” He walked over to Horatio - who was sitting down again- and placed his hand on his shoulder. “ And we need him and his team here to help us when we do get it back.” His hand came off of Horatio’s shoulder and went to his own hip. “Now, we have to get it back right away, or else the police are going to screw it up.”

“Okay Captain Incredible.” She set down her newspaper and crossed her arms. “ How do you propose we do that?” She was being serious, surprisingly.

“I’m not sure…” he began rubbing his temples.

“It’s not possible.” Horatio blurted out “Unless you were to spontaneously obtain some sort of way to reach the murderer. That would be the only way to-” His voice was cut off by Grissom’s cell phone ringing.

“Hang on, let me just get this..” He turned on the phone and chanted “Grissom”.

“Hallo dort Mr.Grissom. Ich sehe Sie und Ihre Mannschaft, von meinem Fall verschoben worden zu sein, wie lustig! Die einzigen Leute, die wirklich Gerechtigkeit vorherschen lassen! OH- und ich liebten es, als Sie so hoffnungslos in meine Falle fielen. Sowieso möchte ich Ihnen eine Hand geben. Obwohl ich Ihnen meine genauen Tätigkeiten nicht gebe, helfe ich Ihnen, wenn ich glaube, daß Sie wirklich verwirrt werden. So hier, hier sind mein erstes Geschenk, ich liebe Dich Leute und hoffen, daß Sie folgen. Und erinnern Sie sich, ich wird immer aufpassen. Immer. Ich lasse den Rest bis zu Ihnen.”

The man hung up, leaving Grissom’s jaw dropped and rendering him speechless. He understood German, very well in fact, but never had he heard it used in a case. This man knew English, but didn’t want to reveal what he truly sounded like. Was he their answer? Grissom surely thought so.
“So…..who was that? Horatio asked, sipping on his coffee. “Grissom? Gri-issom ?” He got up and waved his hand in front of the older man’s face “ You in there big guy?” He waved his hand some more.

“Don’t call me big. And please don’t wave your hand in front of my face like that. Even though it smells pleasantly like soap.” He pushed past Horatio and sat back down at the table, as the younger man sniffed his hand.

“Don’t dodge the question, Gil, who was that?” Catherine smacked her hand down in front of him, being persistent.

“ Our suspect..” Gil mumbled

“Excuse me? Say that louder?”

“Our suspect!” He yelled. He absolutely hated it when Catherine played these games with him. Thinking about what he just said, they both looked at Horatio.

“I didn’t know that that was one of Lt.Caine’s Many good uses.” Gil said, a slight smile pasted on his face. “He may have just gotten us out of this mess” With that, he ran out of the room.

“Wonder where he’s going.” Horatio took another sip of his coffee.

“Knowing Captain Incredible…..to get us our case back. He’s good in that way…. Now…If he’s going to get our jobs back…shouldn’t we be there to help?” She gestured towards the door.

“You’re right, let’s get the hell out of here” He got up and followed Catherine out of the break room. But not before dropping that god awful coffee in the trash.

“What do you mean you have contact to the suspect?” Ecklie scowled

“I know, Conrad, I thought it was weird myself, but I really believe that this isn’t just some poser.” Gil replied, he knew that it was all under Ecklie ‘s power to kick him off of the case. He had confidence in himself for some reason. He thought that Ecklie would understand, and relied on it. But he knew that he was wrong from the moment he saw the other man smirk.

“Okay Gil, if you have contact to him….then why don’t you show me?” His smirk deepened to a grin.

“Well, I can’t…”

“And why is that?”

“He can only call me…” Gil slumped slightly, Failure, irony and most of all, embarrassment back handed him like an iron fist.

“There you go, you thought that you could get you and your Miami friends back on the case by providing false evidence. You’ve dropped to an all time low, Gil. “

“Sorry sir…” Sir. The one thing he never wanted to call Ecklie. Hell, he never even wanted to think of Ecklie having this kind of power. As Ecklie began walking away, Gil’s phone rang again.

“Would that be our suspect?” Conrad sneered. He was obviously making fun of Gil.

“I don’t know, I’m going to find out.” He took the call “Grissom.”

“I really don’t like that Ecklie guy.” The man immediately told him. He spoke in a heavy German accent, definitely their suspect. “And I suppose you don’t either.”

“Why didn’t you speak English the first time?”

“Don’t change the subject, do you like him or don’t you Mr.Grissom, Gil, if we cut the fucking formalities. Answer my question or I will answer for you.”

“No, I don’t. Now you answer my question.” He demanded

“ Let me talk to your boss. I‘ll talk to you afterwards.”

“No, Answer my fucking question!” He yelled into the phone. He didn’t like being drowned out like a little kid would be.

“Temper temper, you do know that I can end your life here and now right?” The man was amused with how Gil could become potentially hostile in a matter of seconds. If you press the right buttons, that is.

“Are you going to tell me what you called for or are you going to continue to play games with me? Because I have a lot of work to do, putting you into jail.”

“Good luck with that by the way. I’m going to help you through this, but, I’m going to make you work for your answers. So get ready Gil, and choose your partner wisely, ‘cause you’re never turning back once you’ve begun.”

“My….Partner?” He asked

“Yes, in order to make it through this, you’ll need someone to work with. But only one. Choose wisely.”

“Anything else before I have to get back to work?”

“Two things actually. First, put your cell phone on speaker, I’m going to give you a gift. This is the only free one mind you, the next one is going to cost you.”

“……Okay….” He did as he was told and put the phone on speaker. “ There..”

“Ecklie?”

“Yeah” The man still had a grin on his face. “ Let me say that it’s nice to talk to our murderer. How are you?” A snicker came from him.

“Put Gilly back on the case. It’ll be worth your while.” He said in a tone that would be used on a four year old. That smacked the smile right off Ecklie ’s face.

“Why should I put HIM back on the case?”

The man began laughing. “ Because…I’m the only lead you have and….If Gil doesn’t answer when I call…You’ll have nothing. And I’ve already picked another victim. Choose, Is he going to be back on the case or not?”

Conrad was actually contemplating whether or not he should let him back in. He stood for a few minutes thinking before the man on the other end began saying “ Tick tock tick tock tick tock, You have a time limit.” Conrad looked at the phone.

“No. He’s only caused trouble in this case and when he brought Miami into it he only made it worse.” Conrad smirked again.

“It’s a shame… For that man and you… he would be dead and it would be all over the news that some arrogant cop refused to help reveal his attacker. Oh well. Good luck to you.”

“Wait!” Ecklie called out. Either he was irked by the fact that it would demote him and/or fire or.. that’s the only reason. “I’ll put him back on the case… But his case is under new management, from now on, he has no power of how the investigation is run.”.

“Fine, but he keeps the Miami PD there.”

“Fine….”

“Good luck to you two and your investigation, and Gil?” The man said

“ Yes?”

“ Choose wisely. And remember this: I will always be watching. Always.” The man chuckled softly before hanging up. Gil swallowed hard and looked back up at Conrad, who was smirking again. Before he knew it, Ecklie was next to him, slamming a case file folder in his chest and whispering in his ear.

“This new manager will have you down on your knees giving him head by the end of the day. Good luck!” He laughed and walked off. Of course, leaving Gil with his jaw dropped.

“We’re……under….new…..management….?”

Tell me what you think...........

forensic_truth @ 2006-09-09T19:20:00

2006-09-09T23:21:16Z

forensic_truth @ 2006-09-02T12:22:00

2006-09-02T16:24:41Z

I re read the first chapter that I wrote. I must've been tired because it was horrible. So, naturally, I revised it. Please read it and critique it if you can.

Title: Watchful eyes
Rating: R
Pairing: Horatio/Gil
Summary: A serial case causes Las Vegas to call Miami for backup. When the two teams are close to being booted from the case, a miracle it seems, helps them to regain it. But new and strict management is brought to handle the case. Will they be able to solve the case or will they be forced off by their new manager?

“He struck again!”. Grissom angrily shouted, springing from his sitting position at the break room table. Horatio was quick to follow, he slammed his fist down.

“That bastard!” He clenched his teeth as hard as he could without them cracking. “How many deaths does he have to cause before he’ll take a break?”

“Will you two calm down?!” Catherine yelled, she made a slapping noise with her newspaper. “I’m trying to read this.” She fixed her eyes on the front page - which contained a story on their case. Her attention was always focused on the news these past few days. All because they were suspended from the case by Grissom’s actions. Grissom went alone to what he thought was the killer’s “hiding place”. Boy, was he wrong, and it got them a nice talking to from the Feds.

In the end, their killer never ceased to amaze them in the ways he killed his victims. He drowned, strangled, tortured, chopped, sliced, you name it, he probably has done it.

But, there was always one thing that made it their signature killer - the removal of the skin on certain parts of the body.

“ Hey, it seems like our guy slipped up on one of his crime scenes.” Catherine said after a few minutes. “Either that or the Cops are trying to wrap this up A.S.A.P”. She couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of the cops actually solving something on their own. Without compromising or planting evidence.

“Well, that’s just great. Now They’re going to make false assumptions, somehow make it relate to the evidence, then arrest the wrong man, and the real one goes off. Clean Slate, how great. How Fucking grea-.”

“Horatio, Shutup before I shut you up.” Catherine raised her fist and shot him an irritated look.

“ No Catherine.” Grissom but in “ He has a point, we need this case back, at any cost.” He walked over to Horatio - who was sitting down again- and placed his hand on his shoulder. “ And we need him and his team here to help us when we do get it back.” His hand came off of Horatio’s shoulder and went to his own hip. “Now, we have to get it back right away, or else the police are going to screw it up.”

“Okay Captain Incredible.” She set down her newspaper and crossed her arms. “ How do you propose we do that?” She was being serious, surprisingly.

“I’m not sure…” he began rubbing his temples.

“It’s not possible.” Horatio blurted out “Unless you were to spontaneously obtain some sort of way to reach the murderer. That would be the only way to-” His voice was cut off by Grissom’s cell phone ringing.

“Hang on, let me just get this..” He turned on the phone and chanted “Grissom”.

“Hallo dort Mr.Grissom. Ich sehe Sie und Ihre Mannschaft, von meinem Fall verschoben worden zu sein, wie lustig! Die einzigen Leute, die wirklich Gerechtigkeit vorherschen lassen! OH- und ich liebten es, als Sie so hoffnungslos in meine Falle fielen. Sowieso möchte ich Ihnen eine Hand geben. Obwohl ich Ihnen meine genauen Tätigkeiten nicht gebe, helfe ich Ihnen, wenn ich glaube, daß Sie wirklich verwirrt werden. So hier, hier sind mein erstes Geschenk, ich liebe Dich Leute und hoffen, daß Sie folgen. Und erinnern Sie sich, ich wird immer aufpassen. Immer. Ich lasse den Rest bis zu Ihnen.”

The man hung up, leaving Grissom’s jaw dropped and rendering him speechless. He understood German, very well in fact, but never had he heard it used in a case. This man knew English, but didn’t want to reveal what he truly sounded like. Was he their answer? Grissom surely thought so.
“So…..who was that? Horatio asked, sipping on his coffee. “Grissom? Gri-issom ?” He got up and waved his hand in front of the older man’s face “ You in there big guy?” He waved his hand some more.

“Don’t call me big. And please don’t wave your hand in front of my face like that. Even though it smells pleasantly like soap.” He pushed past Horatio and sat back down at the table, as the younger man sniffed his hand.

“Don’t dodge the question, Gil, who was that?” Catherine smacked her hand down in front of him, being persistent.

“ Our suspect..” Gil mumbled

“Excuse me? Say that louder?”

“Our suspect!” He yelled. He absolutely hated it when Catherine played these games with him. Thinking about what he just said, they both looked at Horatio.

“I didn’t know that that was one of Lt.Caine’s Many good uses.” Gil said, a slight smile pasted on his face. “He may have just gotten us out of this mess” With that, he ran out of the room.

“Wonder where he’s going.” Horatio took another sip of his coffee.

“Knowing Captain Incredible…..to get us our case back. He’s good in that way…. Now…If he’s going to get our jobs back…shouldn’t we be there to help?” She gestured towards the door.

“You’re right, let’s get the hell out of here” He got up and followed Catherine out of the break room. But not before dropping that god awful coffee in the trash.

Tell me what you think..

forensic_truth @ 2006-08-17T23:16:00

2006-08-18T04:02:06Z

This is just something that I wrote, I'm posting it because I feel like writing "Such a fine evening" I muttered to myself, while waiting to get a room at the reception desk. I stood in line patiently contemplating what the banquet would be like tonight, a delighted smirk pasted on my face. I was actually happy to be away from my hometown, to see new sights, but there came a rude interruption of my thoughts.

"I can guess by the looks of you that you're here for the damn seminars as well." A man from behind me said.
"Yes" I rudely replied "I am here for the seminars. And I can see by the looks of you that you were required to come here and couldn't care less about all of this forensic 'nonsense’ right?" I couldn't help but look him over.
The man remained calm, not at all irked by what I had just said to him. He stared back at me, his eyes full of seriousness and intelligence. But did he have a sharp mind to match them? - I asked myself.
"Are you daft?" he asked me, there was a pause. " Everyone's required to be here, they live off of us. Without us being here, they'd have an empty cause." Another pause, he gave me another glance and then said: "You're up fido."

I turned around and went up to the desk. "Yes, a reservation under the name Jonathan Cairess". To my surprise, the lady that was servicing me looked up from her computer and told me: "Sorry, we're going to have to bump you up to a first class room, we're out of regular rooms."

"Awesome" was the word I used when she handed me the key card. I headed for the elevator when I heard from behind me: "Sorry sir, we're all out of open rooms."
I turned around and sighed, I regretted what was about to slip out of my mouth." I have a first class room...we could...share. I smiled slightly when the man came limping over on his cane.
" Sure, and could you get my bag, I'm a cripple."
--

They both entered the room, Jonathan was stunned by the remarkable things within it, then again, neither of them had stayed in a first class room before.

The man that was with him stumbled into the room and all he could say was: "I'm going to go and check out a theory that I have." He took a blacklight flashlight from his pocket and entered the bathroom, as soon as he shut the door all Jonathan could here was him occasionally added on numbers. He knew what the other man was doing, and smirked on the sheer fact that he had expected it.

Jonathan jumped when he heard the man burst through the door. "You know, this is exactly why I say that the bibles in hotels shouldn't be on the nightstands but in the bathrooms, because, fifty two is a bad number, and I haven't even started with the outside bedroom." Jonathan laughed and flopped down on one of the two beds in the room. "I mean, who the hell hasn't done that once in their life? And these people put these here to keep other people from penetrating someone and they didn't even think about the people that defile themselves in the bathroom."

Again Jonathan laughed, and he soon dozed off. Awaking to the sound of kids egging the room next door's balcony window (they were on the third floor), he whipped around and looked at the clock, he had slept more than two hours. "That Bastard" He was obviously talking about the man who had left without him and never bothered to even nudge him. He jumped off the bed and quickly ran down to the elevator. With panic, he kept slamming the button for the first floor.

“Damnit, I have to make a statement, I hope I didn’t miss my time.” When the elevator hit he sprang out of it and ran as fast as he could to the banquet hall, going to where the head doctors and forensic scientists sat (in front of everyone so that they could make statements). The man he was with was sitting up with them and had an empty seat next to him. Apparently it was for Jonathan, so he took it.

“Was wondering when you’d get here grandma” He said with a smirk. It never seemed to fade when he said the next thing: “Didn’t you know that like the rest of us, you have to make a statement?” That only made Jonathan even more upset, and worse yet, Jonathan thought, the man was enjoying it. He was about to take a whack at the man when he heard “And here is Dr.Cairess with his comment before the closing statement from Dr. Hoffen”

The man smirked again before Jonathan was urged to get up. “Dr.Cairess, your statement please.”
‘Oh shit’ Jonathan thought ‘I didn’t think one up, what the hell am I going to say?’ “BS it” The man said to him “That’s what I do, and relax, they’ll clap even if what you say is completely mediocre.” He slammed a shot of vodka. Jonathan got up and went to the podium.

“ Good evening fellow science nerds and fanatics” There were laughs in the audience “ My name is Jonathan Cairess, or as many of you may call me Dr.Cairess or sir. Tonight we were gathered here in order to hear a theory of new ways to process forensic evidence. Many of you came for the hell of it, many of you came because it was required. Or maybe you just don’t have lives.” Everybody stopped their frequent cheering and their eyes widened, everybody’s except for the man sitting next to Jonathan, he was quite enjoying it. Even laughing at it. “You people come here ultimately because you have nothing better to do. You all sit at home, hoping that your shift starts soon, because really, the evidence is the only friend that you guys have. And now you drag me here from California, to spend three weeks in Miami, just so that you can hear my opinions on things that are come up with just to have these gatherings. You make me sick. Fuck you all up your stupid asses.”

Everything was silent, except for the laugh of the man next to him as he sat down. Jonathan didn’t know if the laugh was derived from too much vodka or the fact that the man was just an all over asshole. He didn’t care. He had made his point, and waited for the legendary Dr.Hoffen (he had never seen the man before in his life.) to get up on the stand and constantly apologize for his rudeness. But instead, he heard “Dr.Hoffen, could you please start your statement?”

The man next to Jonathan arose and while still laughing, paced over to the stand. “I am so sorry,” He said while maniacally laughing “But this man here is right! I myself, Dr.Hoffen, believe him!” He laughed again and sat next to Jonathan. There were no more statements. So everybody began eating, and conversing again as if nothing had ever happened. Jonathan was surprised to be sitting next to the legendary Gen Hoffen, Dr.Hoffen, per say.

Dr.Hoffen turned to Jonathan, neither of them wanted to eat. “Want to just go back to the room? It’s getting pretty late. Almost dark if you will . “
“Yeah, let’s go, we can always eat the things in the fridge later.” He quickly got up and offered his hand to Gen, remembering that he was a cripple. Gen glared at him and slapped it away “I’m not a child, I can lift myself, thanks.” He said while using his cane to prop himself up. Jonathan could have sworn that he saw an outstretched scar on his left leg. He didn’t pay any mind to it though.

The two made their way to the elevator, their conversation was light. And they basically kept silent the whole trip up to the third floor. Either they felt too awkward to say anything or there wasn’t anything too interesting to talk about.. Probably both. When they reached their room they had decided to sit out on the balcony, Gen at least, until Jonathan accompanied him , carrying two cups of coffee.

“So, you’re from California, Cairess?” Hoffen asked while taking a slow sip of his coffee.
“Yeah, where are you from, Hoffen?” he replied, putting his cup down on the table in between the balcony chairs (that they were sitting at).
“Miami, born and raised”
“Ah, I see, so you’re a local, why are you staying at a hotel?” he asked with puzzlement in his eyes.
“I said I am from this town not that I live in it, I live in New York.”. He chuckled at what he thought was ignorance from the other man. All Jonathan could do was grunt. He looked out into the dark abyss that was Miami , all that was visible, were the stars, and Dr.Hoffen, who was preoccupied with a bottle of pain reliever that he had taken from his suitcase pocket. Hoffen made occasional noises of pain and gripped the arm rest of his chair, looking as though he was going to break it. ‘What could be wrong with this man’s leg that would cause him such pain?’. Jonathan watched as the man did this for a few minutes. Hoffen relaxed against the chair as the pain finally stopped, the killer was working apparently. He looked back at Jonathan, who couldn’t help but shudder when their eyes met. Intelligent eyes, with a sharp wit to match. But he soon came to his senses and said to Hoffen:

“So, tell me how the night’s going to end doctor.” He chuckled at the sight of Hoffen flipping to face him fully and the fact that “Whatever do you mean?” was his response.

“This” He made Dr.Hoffen arise. When he did, he pulled the man to the bed and began to strip him, being careful of his leg. But soon Jonathan was forced down and straddled by the man. “You didn’t think that since I’m a cripple that you’d get away with that, did you?” He did the same to Jonathan. He stopped as soon as he had gotten his own pants off and was sitting in his boxers atop Jonathan.

“Why’d you stop? “ Jonathan asked, sounding very displeased.
“Condoms” was the only word he used to reply. Jonathan sighed and laid his head back
“Well, it’s a good thing I’m such a boy scout Dr.Hoffen.”
“Gen, “
“Whatever Gen” He pointed to his suitcase “Front pocket.”

And of course the two did do it, but neither of them truly thought that it was Cheap Romance.

forensic_truth @ 2006-08-17T22:59:00

2006-08-18T03:00:00Z

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Hello

2006-07-08T18:38:34Z

This is my new Journal. Permanent, because all of my other ones are going to be deleted. Why the name Forensic Truth? Because it never lies.