Post by //SVelasquez.doc on Jul 10, 2008 18:58:05 GMT -5
Disclaimer: I own all of the characters who work on the LAPD Crime Scene Services. All characters from CSI: NY are not mine and are (c) to their original creators.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Sheila Preston was glad to be out of the courtroom that the case she was prosecuting was taking place in. The New York City Courthouse was currently being renovated and the courtroom that her case was stuck in happened to be close to the construction which meant that she could barely hear the other people in the courtroom, let alone think. She didn’t really care anymore right now she knew she had to go to the bathroom.
She put her briefcase down on the table that was resting between the doors to the men’s and women’s bathrooms before walking inside and into an unoccupied stall. Once she had finished using the bathroom and washing her hands, Shelia picked up her briefcase and began walking towards the exit of the courthouse as her phone began to ring.
“Preston,” Sheila answered her phone, just barely holding in the sigh she was about to let out.
“Ms. Preston. Did you grab the right briefcase when you left the bathroom? Wouldn’t want you to get hurt, would we?” A gruff voice asked on the other side of the line.
“Who is this? What do you want?” Sheila asked as she reached the front doors and pushed one open before walking outside. A resounding click was heard from the other line as the person hung up. The assistant district attorney put her cell phone back into the pocket of her suit pants before holding the briefcase up to her ear and hearing a ticking sound.
“Oh my God.”
Sheila quickly put the briefcase down before pulling her cell phone out once more and dialing 911. With a shaky hand she managed to put the phone to her ear as the line rang a few times before an operator anwered, “911 Emergency.”
“Yes, I’m at the New York City Courthouse and I just received a strange call on my cell phone asking if I got the right briefcase and now my briefcase is ticking, I think somebody put a bomb in it,” Sheila managed to explain to the 911 operator in a shaky tone as she quickly walked back to the safety of the courthouse.
“Alright ma’am, the bomb squad is on the way, stay away from the briefcase and if anybody else is in the immediate area, let them know as well.”
“O-okay, I will,” Sheila stammered as she stepped outside and practically shouted the words “the briefcase has a bomb,” causing the people closest to the briefcase to panic and run to whatever cover was available be it a building, car, or tree. If it would put an object between them and the bomb, the civilians used it for cover as two NYPD police cruisers screeched to a stop in the street in front of the courthouse and four uniformed cops emerged from the vehicles before rushing to set up a perimeter as the unmistakable NYPD Bomb Squad truck pulled up and screeched to a stop in front of the courthouse.
Within minutes the bomb squad technicians had a high tech robot that was used to disarm and destroy sensitive explosive devices such as time bombs or bombs set on pressure switches. The leader stood behind of one of the bomb squad techs in the rear of the command post van as the tech worked on carefully driving the robot towards the briefcase so that she could make the machine lower a glass box made of bullet resistant lexane glass and confine the explosion caused by the briefcase.
Det. Don Flack watched the scene unfold from where he was standing with his partner, Jennifer Angell. Together the two were watching the scene unfold in front of them as the twin NYPD Crime Scene Unit Chevy Avalanches pulled up to the courthouse with the red strobe light in each vehicle’s dashboard flashing as the sirens were shut off.
“Here comes Mac,” Flack said a he watched Mac Taylor and Stella Bonasera climb out of one of the Avalanches while Danny Messer, Lindsay Monroe, and Sheldon Hawkes got out of the other vehicle.
“The rest of the brigade’s here too. Guess this is an important case,” Angell commented as she looked from Flack to the group of criminalists who were still pulling themselves together before making their way over to Flack and Angell.
“C’me on, Flack. How did you beat us?” Danny asked as he walked up to Flack. The two were good friends who often would tease each other, or in this case, make a bet.
“I only had to wait for one other person. And I believe you owe me twenty bucks, Messer.”
“You two are always betting on something,” Stella said as she made her way over to her colleague with a smirk on her face as a bomb squad tech stepped out of the command post.
“Fire in the hole!” The bomb squad tech called out as the trio of cops turned and watched as the robot fired a laser which blew up the briefcase inside the confines of the lexane box, destroying any fingerprints on the outside of the destroyed briefcase.
[Scene cut to the CSI: NY season 4 intro sequence]
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
CSI: NY
4.99 – Los Angeles Crossing
4.99 – Los Angeles Crossing
Chapter One
[Scene cut to flyovers of New York]
[Scene cut to flyovers of New York]
Sheila Preston was glad to be out of the courtroom that the case she was prosecuting was taking place in. The New York City Courthouse was currently being renovated and the courtroom that her case was stuck in happened to be close to the construction which meant that she could barely hear the other people in the courtroom, let alone think. She didn’t really care anymore right now she knew she had to go to the bathroom.
She put her briefcase down on the table that was resting between the doors to the men’s and women’s bathrooms before walking inside and into an unoccupied stall. Once she had finished using the bathroom and washing her hands, Shelia picked up her briefcase and began walking towards the exit of the courthouse as her phone began to ring.
“Preston,” Sheila answered her phone, just barely holding in the sigh she was about to let out.
“Ms. Preston. Did you grab the right briefcase when you left the bathroom? Wouldn’t want you to get hurt, would we?” A gruff voice asked on the other side of the line.
“Who is this? What do you want?” Sheila asked as she reached the front doors and pushed one open before walking outside. A resounding click was heard from the other line as the person hung up. The assistant district attorney put her cell phone back into the pocket of her suit pants before holding the briefcase up to her ear and hearing a ticking sound.
“Oh my God.”
Sheila quickly put the briefcase down before pulling her cell phone out once more and dialing 911. With a shaky hand she managed to put the phone to her ear as the line rang a few times before an operator anwered, “911 Emergency.”
“Yes, I’m at the New York City Courthouse and I just received a strange call on my cell phone asking if I got the right briefcase and now my briefcase is ticking, I think somebody put a bomb in it,” Sheila managed to explain to the 911 operator in a shaky tone as she quickly walked back to the safety of the courthouse.
“Alright ma’am, the bomb squad is on the way, stay away from the briefcase and if anybody else is in the immediate area, let them know as well.”
“O-okay, I will,” Sheila stammered as she stepped outside and practically shouted the words “the briefcase has a bomb,” causing the people closest to the briefcase to panic and run to whatever cover was available be it a building, car, or tree. If it would put an object between them and the bomb, the civilians used it for cover as two NYPD police cruisers screeched to a stop in the street in front of the courthouse and four uniformed cops emerged from the vehicles before rushing to set up a perimeter as the unmistakable NYPD Bomb Squad truck pulled up and screeched to a stop in front of the courthouse.
Within minutes the bomb squad technicians had a high tech robot that was used to disarm and destroy sensitive explosive devices such as time bombs or bombs set on pressure switches. The leader stood behind of one of the bomb squad techs in the rear of the command post van as the tech worked on carefully driving the robot towards the briefcase so that she could make the machine lower a glass box made of bullet resistant lexane glass and confine the explosion caused by the briefcase.
Det. Don Flack watched the scene unfold from where he was standing with his partner, Jennifer Angell. Together the two were watching the scene unfold in front of them as the twin NYPD Crime Scene Unit Chevy Avalanches pulled up to the courthouse with the red strobe light in each vehicle’s dashboard flashing as the sirens were shut off.
“Here comes Mac,” Flack said a he watched Mac Taylor and Stella Bonasera climb out of one of the Avalanches while Danny Messer, Lindsay Monroe, and Sheldon Hawkes got out of the other vehicle.
“The rest of the brigade’s here too. Guess this is an important case,” Angell commented as she looked from Flack to the group of criminalists who were still pulling themselves together before making their way over to Flack and Angell.
“C’me on, Flack. How did you beat us?” Danny asked as he walked up to Flack. The two were good friends who often would tease each other, or in this case, make a bet.
“I only had to wait for one other person. And I believe you owe me twenty bucks, Messer.”
“You two are always betting on something,” Stella said as she made her way over to her colleague with a smirk on her face as a bomb squad tech stepped out of the command post.
“Fire in the hole!” The bomb squad tech called out as the trio of cops turned and watched as the robot fired a laser which blew up the briefcase inside the confines of the lexane box, destroying any fingerprints on the outside of the destroyed briefcase.
[Scene cut to the CSI: NY season 4 intro sequence]