It was frigid in the morgue freezer, and getting colder by the minute. Grissom wasn't sure how much longer he could take the intense cold. He hoped to god that someone would find him soon.
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One Hour Earlier......
Grissom had been on his way to see Doc Robbins about a murder/suicide case at the start of his shift. Something about the scene had made him believe that this was more than just a simple case of murder gone wrong. Fifteen minutes prior he had called Robbins so he could get a better look at the victims. Robbins had promised Grissom he would be down there. So after picking up the police report he headed down to the wing that housed the coroner's office and the morgue. Betty the receptionist greeted him as he walked by her. Grissom stopped at the end of the hall next to the door labeled "Chief Coroner".The door was open so he didn't bother with knocking.
"Doc you here?"
Hearing no reply, Grissom checked around to see if he could find him. The autopsy suite was empty excluding the corpse of one of the victims. A wave of cold air hit his back, which was turned away from what some CSI's liked to call the deep freeze or the morgue freezer. Turning around he noticed that someone had either carelessly left it open or was in there performing some small task. The cold air almost knocked him backwards as he stepped in and flipped on the overhead light.
" Robbins, are you in here?" once again Grissom called the head coroners name.
Still there came no reply. Suddenly the lights flipped off and Grissom heard the door slam shut behind him. Shining his now lit flashlight around the room he felt his way back to the door only to find it locked. It was only possible to unlock the door from the outside. He was stuck.
"This is just great" he said aloud to himself. Despite having been around corpses for most of his adult life, seeing so many all in one room sent a shiver up his spine. All he could do was wait for someone to find him.
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Present....
Trying to keep his mind off of the cold, his thoughts slowly drifted to his bugs. Scientificallly he began to classify them; he just needed to keep his mind busy.
*Mind over matter* he thought to himself as his teeth chattered. As he curled up into a fetal position he knew his body was losing the battle. His brain was becoming fuzzier by the second. If he was in here to long, the systems in his body would shut down, to conserve heat and energy. His strength was slowly leaving his body like a leaky faucet.
"Someone......anyone, help me...... please........" he murmered softly in the darkness to the corpses that could no longer think or feel.
"Help me....."
End Chapter Three
I know, I know.... I have answered none of the questions that have popped up in the first two chapters. What about the body??....yada yada...You wanna know what the hell is going on. Probably hate me for making you hold your breathe in anticipation.Well you're just going to have to wait for chapter 4! Hee hee hee hee.....Aren't I evil when it comes to cliffhangers?