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nickngregCrossover: CSI/Wonderfalls
Title: The Crazy Girl and the Wax Lion (2/10)
Chapter: Interrogation
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Genre: humor
Warnings: none
Cross over with Wonderfalls. Jaye Tyler is forced to come to Vegas and intervene in the life of two local CSIs. The first chapter can be found (here).
2. Interrogation
“You took your time, gentlemen.” Jim Brass said gruffly.
“Sorry, Brass.” Nick grinned. “Greg had to do his hair.”
Brass grunted into his chest, which Greg took to be either affirmation or a laugh.
They had pulled up outside the entrance to the airport baggage area. A large, obviously distressed crowd were being interviewed by local police officers.
“How many witnesses?” Greg asked.
Brass sighed. “Oh, about one hundred and four.”
Nick whistled. “The perp?”
Brass led them into the building. “Her name is Jaye Tyler. Caucasian female, age 24. Resident of Niagara Falls, New York.”
“Tourist?” Greg asked.
“I don’t think she knows what she is.” Brass shrugged.
With the terminal having been evacuated, it wasn’t that hard for Greg and Nick to immediately find the disembodied head.
“Ewww.” Greg muttered.
“Ain’t that the truth.” Nick agreed.
“How the hell did that get through security?” Greg asked.
Nick knelt down beside the red suitcase. “There’s a medical waste tag attached to this bag. The perp would have also had to have the appropriate paperwork.”
“She’s claiming that the suitcase isn’t hers.” Brass said.
Greg pulled out the camera and started firing off shots. “That’s original.”
“There were no medical papers on her either.” Brass continued.
“It looks like the bag broke open here.” Nick pointed out to Greg, who moved over beside him to document the scene. He tried to concentrate on the scene, and not on Nick’s natural scent and cologne. “And it must have bounced… there, there and there, rolled a little bit and came to rest.”
The series of large, bloody, round circles were duly photographed.
Greg moved in to capture the head on film.
“I guess we should bag the head, and speak to the perp.” Nick stood up,
Greg was already snapping on the latex.
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Jaye had been fingerprinted and taken to the crime lab for questioning. So far she had been left alone, to stew in fear and nervous anticipation. It was safe to say this was perhaps the worst situation she had ever been.
She jumped at the sound of the door opening.
Two pleasant, young-looking men entered.
Oh, good plan. She thought, her eyes narrowed. Distract me with the hunky guys to get my defences down.
“I didn’t do it!” she blurted out.
Way to keep it cool, Tyler.
The dark-haired one ignored her pronouncement. “Jaye Tyler?”
Jaye smiled ingratiatingly at them. “That’s me.”
“I’m Nick Stokes, with CSI. This is Greg Sanders.”
“Nice to meet you.”
The two men stared at each other, surprised by her politeness.
“Uh, likewise?” Greg finally said.
They sat down across from her.
“Do I need a lawyer?” Jaye asked.
“Do you want a lawyer?” Nick asked.
“Do you think I need a lawyer?”
“Do you think you need a lawyer?”
Jaye’s composure broke. “What, am I speaking to myself here, or is there an echo in the room?”
“Ms Tyler…”
“Jaye.”
“Jaye. This is a very serious situation.”
“I realised that, with Anne Boylen out there.”
Nick leaned forward. “Was that her name?”
Jaye rolled her eyes.
“Henry the Eighth’s wife.” Greg muttered helpfully to Nick. "She was beheaded."
Nick looked at him. “You know your royal history?”
“I watched the BBC miniseries.”
“It was good, wasn’t it?” Jaye agreed, momentarily forgetting where she was. But Greg had also forgotten, and was nodding eagerly.
Nick silenced them both with a stern glance. But secretly he was impressed that Greg had watched something that wasn’t originally broadcast on MTV.
“Look, I just need to know if I need a lawyer, because I doubt my sister wants to fly out here. She kind of said she wouldn’t represent me any more.”
Nick pulled a file out of his briefcase. “Yes, you do have quite a record.”
Jaye blanched at the sight of the heavy manila folder. “Is that my police file?”
Nick nodded.
“Look, no charges have ever been filed against me.”
Nick flipped through the pages. “Assault.”
Jaye tried to read it upside down. “Which time? The Texan hausfrau or the old Canadian man?”
She looked up to see Nick bristling slightly. “Nothing against Texans. By the way, you have a lovely accent.”
A smile tugged at Greg’s lips. Nick did indeed have a lovely accent. He probably had no idea what effect it had upon his friend, either.
Nick continued. “Illegally assisting an alien across the American border.”
“She wasn’t an alien – she was our housekeeper!”
Nick’s eyebrows raised. “Coercing a nun to perform an exorcism upon you?”
Jaye made a move for the folder. “That’s in there? But I didn’t press charges!”
“You were both pulled into a police station because of it, irregardless.”
“Hey buddy!” Jaye pointed a finger at him. “I was the victim in that situation!”
“But you weren’t the victim when you assaulted a woman with a television.”
Jaye scoffed. “Heidi Gotts was no victim, believe me! Besides, she was just passing by when I happened to throw my television out the window. Bad timing and coincidence, that’s all.”
Greg felt like laughing, but held it in. He could see a slight dimple form in Nick’s cheek, so knew he was amused as well although he would never show it.
“That’s quite a history.” Greg mused.
“And all within the past twelve months.” Nick agreed.
“So that makes me a potential murderer?”
“Well, you’ve gotten away with everything else. Maybe you’re escalating.”
Jaye sighed. “And maybe you should check the security cameras. Then you’ll see that it wasn’t me who had the red suitcase. It was the tall, pale, and obviously creepy-in-hindsight man.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll be checking it.” Nick said, and stood up.
Greg also rose, but then paused. “Oh, by the way, what is the significance of this?” He then produced a baggie from his own briefcase and threw it on the table.
The wax lion stared up at her.
“You!” Jaye hissed. “This is all your fault!”
“What?” Nick asked.
Jaye looked up at him. “Nothing.”
“Jaye, if you have anything to tell us, now would be the time.”
“Are you going to Green Mile me?” Jaye moaned. “Oh my god, you’re going to Green Mile me!”
“The Green Mile is that movie about the man on death row…” Greg started to explain to Nick.
Nick cut him off, rolling his eyes. “I got the reference, G.”
“Sorry, it’s just, y’know… sometimes you’re a bit clueless when it comes to cinema.”
“I hate to disappoint you, Greg, but I don’t think The Green Mile counts as cinema.” Nick said testily.
Greg looked at Jaye for support.
Jaye shook her head.
Greg frowned.
“But Nevada is a death penalty state, huh?” Jaye asked.
Nick nodded.
“It does depend where you killed the victim.” Greg told her helpfully.
“I’m from New York.” Jaye said in a small voice. “And I didn’t kill anyone.”
“Well, you might just be lucky. They haven’t had an execution since 1976.” Nick shrugged, and he and Greg left her alone again.
The wax lion looked at Jaye. “One and one makes two.”
She knocked him flying, to smash against the wall.
Unfortunately, he stayed in one piece.
Title: The Crazy Girl and the Wax Lion (2/10)
Chapter: Interrogation
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Genre: humor
Warnings: none
Cross over with Wonderfalls. Jaye Tyler is forced to come to Vegas and intervene in the life of two local CSIs. The first chapter can be found (here).
2. Interrogation
“You took your time, gentlemen.” Jim Brass said gruffly.
“Sorry, Brass.” Nick grinned. “Greg had to do his hair.”
Brass grunted into his chest, which Greg took to be either affirmation or a laugh.
They had pulled up outside the entrance to the airport baggage area. A large, obviously distressed crowd were being interviewed by local police officers.
“How many witnesses?” Greg asked.
Brass sighed. “Oh, about one hundred and four.”
Nick whistled. “The perp?”
Brass led them into the building. “Her name is Jaye Tyler. Caucasian female, age 24. Resident of Niagara Falls, New York.”
“Tourist?” Greg asked.
“I don’t think she knows what she is.” Brass shrugged.
With the terminal having been evacuated, it wasn’t that hard for Greg and Nick to immediately find the disembodied head.
“Ewww.” Greg muttered.
“Ain’t that the truth.” Nick agreed.
“How the hell did that get through security?” Greg asked.
Nick knelt down beside the red suitcase. “There’s a medical waste tag attached to this bag. The perp would have also had to have the appropriate paperwork.”
“She’s claiming that the suitcase isn’t hers.” Brass said.
Greg pulled out the camera and started firing off shots. “That’s original.”
“There were no medical papers on her either.” Brass continued.
“It looks like the bag broke open here.” Nick pointed out to Greg, who moved over beside him to document the scene. He tried to concentrate on the scene, and not on Nick’s natural scent and cologne. “And it must have bounced… there, there and there, rolled a little bit and came to rest.”
The series of large, bloody, round circles were duly photographed.
Greg moved in to capture the head on film.
“I guess we should bag the head, and speak to the perp.” Nick stood up,
Greg was already snapping on the latex.
--------------------------------------
Jaye had been fingerprinted and taken to the crime lab for questioning. So far she had been left alone, to stew in fear and nervous anticipation. It was safe to say this was perhaps the worst situation she had ever been.
She jumped at the sound of the door opening.
Two pleasant, young-looking men entered.
Oh, good plan. She thought, her eyes narrowed. Distract me with the hunky guys to get my defences down.
“I didn’t do it!” she blurted out.
Way to keep it cool, Tyler.
The dark-haired one ignored her pronouncement. “Jaye Tyler?”
Jaye smiled ingratiatingly at them. “That’s me.”
“I’m Nick Stokes, with CSI. This is Greg Sanders.”
“Nice to meet you.”
The two men stared at each other, surprised by her politeness.
“Uh, likewise?” Greg finally said.
They sat down across from her.
“Do I need a lawyer?” Jaye asked.
“Do you want a lawyer?” Nick asked.
“Do you think I need a lawyer?”
“Do you think you need a lawyer?”
Jaye’s composure broke. “What, am I speaking to myself here, or is there an echo in the room?”
“Ms Tyler…”
“Jaye.”
“Jaye. This is a very serious situation.”
“I realised that, with Anne Boylen out there.”
Nick leaned forward. “Was that her name?”
Jaye rolled her eyes.
“Henry the Eighth’s wife.” Greg muttered helpfully to Nick. "She was beheaded."
Nick looked at him. “You know your royal history?”
“I watched the BBC miniseries.”
“It was good, wasn’t it?” Jaye agreed, momentarily forgetting where she was. But Greg had also forgotten, and was nodding eagerly.
Nick silenced them both with a stern glance. But secretly he was impressed that Greg had watched something that wasn’t originally broadcast on MTV.
“Look, I just need to know if I need a lawyer, because I doubt my sister wants to fly out here. She kind of said she wouldn’t represent me any more.”
Nick pulled a file out of his briefcase. “Yes, you do have quite a record.”
Jaye blanched at the sight of the heavy manila folder. “Is that my police file?”
Nick nodded.
“Look, no charges have ever been filed against me.”
Nick flipped through the pages. “Assault.”
Jaye tried to read it upside down. “Which time? The Texan hausfrau or the old Canadian man?”
She looked up to see Nick bristling slightly. “Nothing against Texans. By the way, you have a lovely accent.”
A smile tugged at Greg’s lips. Nick did indeed have a lovely accent. He probably had no idea what effect it had upon his friend, either.
Nick continued. “Illegally assisting an alien across the American border.”
“She wasn’t an alien – she was our housekeeper!”
Nick’s eyebrows raised. “Coercing a nun to perform an exorcism upon you?”
Jaye made a move for the folder. “That’s in there? But I didn’t press charges!”
“You were both pulled into a police station because of it, irregardless.”
“Hey buddy!” Jaye pointed a finger at him. “I was the victim in that situation!”
“But you weren’t the victim when you assaulted a woman with a television.”
Jaye scoffed. “Heidi Gotts was no victim, believe me! Besides, she was just passing by when I happened to throw my television out the window. Bad timing and coincidence, that’s all.”
Greg felt like laughing, but held it in. He could see a slight dimple form in Nick’s cheek, so knew he was amused as well although he would never show it.
“That’s quite a history.” Greg mused.
“And all within the past twelve months.” Nick agreed.
“So that makes me a potential murderer?”
“Well, you’ve gotten away with everything else. Maybe you’re escalating.”
Jaye sighed. “And maybe you should check the security cameras. Then you’ll see that it wasn’t me who had the red suitcase. It was the tall, pale, and obviously creepy-in-hindsight man.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll be checking it.” Nick said, and stood up.
Greg also rose, but then paused. “Oh, by the way, what is the significance of this?” He then produced a baggie from his own briefcase and threw it on the table.
The wax lion stared up at her.
“You!” Jaye hissed. “This is all your fault!”
“What?” Nick asked.
Jaye looked up at him. “Nothing.”
“Jaye, if you have anything to tell us, now would be the time.”
“Are you going to Green Mile me?” Jaye moaned. “Oh my god, you’re going to Green Mile me!”
“The Green Mile is that movie about the man on death row…” Greg started to explain to Nick.
Nick cut him off, rolling his eyes. “I got the reference, G.”
“Sorry, it’s just, y’know… sometimes you’re a bit clueless when it comes to cinema.”
“I hate to disappoint you, Greg, but I don’t think The Green Mile counts as cinema.” Nick said testily.
Greg looked at Jaye for support.
Jaye shook her head.
Greg frowned.
“But Nevada is a death penalty state, huh?” Jaye asked.
Nick nodded.
“It does depend where you killed the victim.” Greg told her helpfully.
“I’m from New York.” Jaye said in a small voice. “And I didn’t kill anyone.”
“Well, you might just be lucky. They haven’t had an execution since 1976.” Nick shrugged, and he and Greg left her alone again.
The wax lion looked at Jaye. “One and one makes two.”
She knocked him flying, to smash against the wall.
Unfortunately, he stayed in one piece.
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Date: 2006-02-28 07:16 am (UTC)The line that really made me go, "HEEE" though was Distract me with the hunky guys to get my defences down. *adores*
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Date: 2006-02-28 07:53 am (UTC)I know, you couldn't help but be distracted in her situation, could you?
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Date: 2006-02-28 08:00 am (UTC)Your Jaye is so IC, I love it!
Can't wait for the next bit. :)
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Date: 2006-02-28 03:35 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-03-01 12:05 am (UTC)Love your icon, by the way!
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Date: 2006-03-01 12:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-01 10:26 pm (UTC)This is really fun! I like seeing/reading Jaye again.
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Date: 2006-03-01 11:19 pm (UTC)Thanks for enjoying it, I think I was missing Jaye too much and this seemed like the perfect opportunity...