Title: Some Kind of Discrepancy
By: mickeylover303
Pairing: None
Fandom: CSI: Vegas & Jurassic Park
Rating: PG
Words: 956
Summary: Something told Greg to ignore Grissom calling him at four in the morning.

“The whole thing?” Greg asked, staring at Grissom incredulously when the vehicle came to a complete stop. He scoffed. “That’s a lot space for only two people to cover.”
 
Hand hovering above the key that was in the ignition, the older man slowly turned to face Greg, body eerily still in a manner that seemed to disconnect his head from the rest of his body. “So?”
 
“So? A multiple homicide in a park that big, Grissom. Wouldn’t it be better to call for help or something?”
 
“Everyone else is busy,” Grissom said shortly, taking the keys in his hand as he opened the door.
 
Greg sighed in frustration, puffing his cheeks in exaggeration as he followed Grissom out of the vehicle.   He let his arm sag, kit becoming heavy in his hand and letting his feet carry him to a large clearing in the middle of the park.
 
It wasn’t that Greg didn’t like field work. On the contrary, he enjoyed it and even preferred it to his days in the lab. But sometimes when Grissom called him off the clock four in the morning, while he was trying to catch up on the last three days where sleep seemed more like wishful thinking, he wasn’t exactly in the mood to jump for joy.
 
So, when he reached the police tape, of course he was a little more than taken by surprise when he actually saw the extent of their crime scene.
 
“And they called us instead of animal control because...?” Greg asked, not able to stop his face from scrunching up in revulsion. It looked like an animal mauled the victims more than anything. And somehow he doubted a human had the capability to literally rip apart another human being to such a capacity.
 
Or at all for that matter.
 
“Honestly,” Grissom began as he turned to look at Greg, “I don’t know.”
 
But Greg wasn’t really paying attention to the comment. His gaze was focused on what he thought a police uniform somewhere among the carnage, but pushed it aside because he wasn’t really able to differentiate between the disfigured bodies. But he did take into consideration that there seemed to be no police officers at the scene, even though Grissom pulled up beside two patrol cars.
 
“Um...Grissom?”
 
“Yes, Greg,” Grissom said as he pointed his flashlight to a considerably sized indent in the grass, lowering himself down to the ground.
 
“Why – Why isn’t...uh, why isn’t anyone here with us?” Now that Greg thought about it, it was too much of a coincidence. He stilled, the thought that whatever mauled the officers was still out there only served to heighten the panic already growing within him.
 
If Grissom picked up on the Greg’s stammering, the older man chose to ignore it. Instead, he lightly cajoled Greg to come closer. “Come here for a minute, Greg.”
 
Placing one hand on his thigh, Greg knelt down warily; his other hand repositioning his flashlight. His eyes were darting back and forth between Grissom and the clearing behind them as he heard a faint rumble in the distance; pretty sure it had nothing to do with someone’s stomach.
 
Then again...
 
“Tell me what this looks like to you,” Grissom said, shining the light over what appeared to be more than simply a fairly large footprint.
 
Greg didn’t know how Grissom managed to keep a straight face when all he could do was try and fail to swallow the fear beginning to lump in his throat. “Can we just agree that it’s just a really bad joke?” he asked, the attempt at humour never making it to his voice.
 
“I’d say it’s about thirty inches long, maybe twenty-five inches wide. What do you think?”
 
Greg remained silent, head still down as felt faint tremors through his body, scared to admit he believed it had anything to do with the impact tremors that were visible in the small pool of water collected in the footprint.
 
Personally, he thought they should leave, as in right now. And he was on the verge of dragging Grissom back to the vehicle if he had to. But he felt his eyes bulge when he again picked up on the faint rumble he heard earlier, this time the sound coming intermittently and growing louder – the distance between where the sound was and where he and Grissom were was quickly diminishing.
 
Until it was essentially nonexistent.
 
Greg stood slowly, careful not to make any sudden movement as he felt warm air enveloping the back of his neck. He cautiously reached for the other man’s arm, gripping it forcefully as he whispered Grissom’s name harshly. Afraid to look behind him, Greg urged the older man to stand as well, effectively quieting any argument Grissom had on the tip of his tongue as they both came face to face with a particularly large animal.
 
And it was a large animal that looked conspicuously like one of those dinosaurs he could remember seeing in Jurassic Park. A very large animal that began to tilt its head the same time it chose to emit a guttural purring sound – as if it was looking at them inquisitively. And then it roared, the sound taking Greg by surprise as he resisted the urge to cover his ears with his hands.
 
By some unknown compulsion, Greg turned his flashlight off, body still taut as he tried to communicate to Grissom to do the same with his eyes. The older man’s mouth was hanging open, eyes widened in something that was precariously and annoyingly closer to awe than fear.
 
“Grissom,” Greg began softly, his voice betraying a sense of calm that he didn’t feel. “Next time everybody else is busy...”
 
“Yes?”
 
“Call Sara instead.”