An unmarked police car pulls up in front of sheldonjsands house

[det-lbriscoe.livejournal.com]

Detective Briscoe gets out of the car.

"Well isn't this cozy. I've seen slums with more class."

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[det-mlogan.livejournal.com]

"Well... It is off campus housing"

Mike looks over in the backyard.

"WTF? Is that a spaceship?"

[det-lbriscoe.livejournal.com]

That's nothing. I got a voicemail from Principal Connor (http://www.livejournal.com/users/principalconnor/861.html?thread=10077#t10077) saying that the missing kid probably just got eaten by the tentacle monster.

[det-mlogan.livejournal.com]

You're kidding me. Right?

[deirdreofamber.livejournal.com]

(OOC: total fangirlsquee! Best Detective team EVAR!)

[det-lbriscoe.livejournal.com]

OOC: Aren't they? I'm a little squeeish myself to see this season's CI. Still won't be the same without Lenny.

[deirdreofamber.livejournal.com]

(ooc: No Kidding! I am still waiting for the funeral and the black ribbons on the sheilds, dammit. I was so sad when he died IRL. But we still have teh yum that is Chris Noth.)

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

Grissom arrives at the scene with his kit. He snaps on a pair of latex gloves and approaches the officers.

"Detectives. Did you secure a warrant for the premises?"

[det-mlogan.livejournal.com]

"Yep. Good for all the rooms in the house. Shall we?"

Mike goes up the and bangs on the door.

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

Grissom follows behind, running a hand over his sidearm, which he loaded and cleaned before arriving at the scene.

"After you."

[manofthemullet.livejournal.com]

Can I help you gentlemen?

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

A lone figure comes slowly up the street, swaying and staggering as she sings, loudly and off-key, to herself in Russian. Ivanova stops, squinting her eyes at the group of people around the door. "Hey, that's my house . . ." she mutters, and stumbles forwards. "Ooops! Heh heh . . . Oi! What are you doing in front of my houshe! House. House. Not houshe. Howwwwwwwwse." Ivanova draws herself up and attempts to fold her arms. When this fails, she places her hands on her hips. "I'll ask again - oh, hello, Dr. Grish - Grissom."

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

Grissom turns and gives his student a bemused grin as the officers speak to the male resident of the house.

"Hello Miss Ivanova. You live here?"

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova blinks and visibly pulls herself together. When she speaks, there's no sign of a slur. "Yes, I just moved in a few days ago. Is this about, ah, Wash?" She sways, very slightly, and straightens.

[jayne-serenity.livejournal.com]

whatd'ya want?

[det-mlogan.livejournal.com]

Mike looks at the guy with a smirk.

We're looking for a guy by the name of washwaslaconic

He's been missing for a couple of days and no one knows what happened. We have a warrant to search the house.

You know anything about where he went?

[jayne-serenity.livejournal.com]

not a fucking clue

now leave... I got work to do *is loading up, with multiple weapons, and looking pissed off*

[sheldonjsands.livejournal.com]

*tries to stay calm, sitting on the couch*

[det-lbriscoe.livejournal.com]

I assume you are Mr. Sands?

We have a warrant to search your house for anything regarding the disappearance of a Mr. washwaslaconic.

Can you tell me anything about Mr. Wash?

[sheldonjsands.livejournal.com]

Uhhh. He lived here. That's his spaceship out back. Can't ask me when I last saw him, because techically I *never* saw him. However, I last *heard* him before the weekend.

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova surveys the scene, selects a convenient patch of pavement out of the way, and sits down with some semblance of grace. She is asleep within seconds.

[[OOC: Yes, Ivanova is so cool she can fall asleep sitting up. Aaaand . . . it's 2am and I have Latin class in 6 hours! 'Night, all!]]

[det-mlogan.livejournal.com]

[OOC:Ahhh... shucks. I didn't even get a chance to waggle my eyebrows at you.]

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*Appears, gloves on, kit in hand. Muttering an apology to Grissom for her tardiness, she takes on a section of the house that hasn't been processed.*

Oh for the love of God, would you guys remember to throw away your condoms?

*She isn't annoyed, believe it or not. Whee, DNA!*

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

Grissom laughs at Sara's enthusiasm.

"Makes you almost miss Greg, huh? We can process some of this stuff in your lab, but the DNA will need to be sent out to be replicated."

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Actually, I have full analysis facilities in my apartment. I don't trust the security of the labs. And I have access to some really nice toys as well.

*Get the feeling she's a fan of technology? She so is.*

Meanwhile, I've found [rattling off list of fibers and other materials] that don't seem to belong in this house. Of course, it's too early to conclude anything. They may have just forgotten to clean up after a kegger.

[det-lbriscoe.livejournal.com]

Lenny grins at Sara.

"Gosh darn it and I forgot my microscope. We'll you and Dr. Grissom handle the trash while interview.... *Looks at jayne_serenity suspiciously* well... the trash."

[OOC: We'll let you crazy kids do the forsenic stuff on your own. That Cool?]