Alright, while this doesn't seem to be quite the genre most of the stories on here (All the ones I've read are quite a different genre, but I imagine they're not all for those with dick-in-hand....), I thought that I'd like to see what people thought of it.... And yes, I know, it's a lot like...another story...but bear with me. Also, if you find any blatent typographical errors, tell me. And no, it's not finished, and I don't know if and when it will be finished, so don't ask! :tongue: Sepulchral Silence A flash; a bang; then silence. The sepulchral silence in which no one dares breathe, let alone move. Then, a quickly as the deadening silence began, it left, the jubilant chorus beginning once again, just as it was before the violent overcoming. Drip. Drip. Drip. Never stopping its percussive beat so long as the torrent from above continued its steady shower. A flash; a bang. Once again the silence overtook the gentle beat, only to be again swallowed by the dripping and the dropping of the water from above. Through the darkness and the haze of the day turned night came the bright melody of two conversing voices, one a rich bass, the other a gentle tenor, both adding a trickle of laughter to the already pouring rain. Slowly, as the two figures walked along, strains of conversation could be heard over the cacophonous noise of the rain. You do so know what an edifice is! Liar! said the smaller of the two shapes that seemed to belong to the voices. Alright, I do know what an edifice is, but that doesnt mean I am one! protested the larger. Youre six-foot bloody nine! There are monuments that are smaller! Fine, but youre not all that short yourself, Mr. Five-Foot-Ten.. They both chuckled softly before falling silent, watching the water gently burbling over the leaves and pebbles lining the gutter. You know, began the taller of the two, I really do love you, John.. I love you too, Bill came a reply muffled by the largers shoulder. And so the stood, the rain pouring down them, arms wrapped around each other. ~~~~ A flash; a bang; then silence; a silence only broken by a soft scratching a few moments later. ~~~~ A flash; a bang; then silence; only broken by the low rumbling of the engine and the wipers splashing back and forth across the windscreen. The radio crackled to life with a pop and a steady hiss before resolving in a mans disgruntled voice on the other end. Hey, you on your way here, or not? Yes, Andy, Im on my way and you rushing me isnt gonna speed up traffic any.. Well just hurry up! The new interns here and he looks like a puppy thatll wet himself if he doesnt get doing something there was the sound of someone covering the microphone with their sleeve and muffled shouting: Jack! Go tell the little guy to run around the block, or something! Hes getting in the way!, someone replied with a muffled Sure, and Andy returned, sounding a tad out of breath. Just hurry, Graham this isnt a big block.. The driver of the car clicked off the radio with a small sigh and a chuckle, the sound of the rain hitting the windscreen leaving his mind free to wonder how the graphologist intern had gotten there before him. ~~~~ Yo! Andy! When are the crime nerds going to get here? Andy sighed and turned to the officer, a slight tightening at the corners of the supervisors mouth hinting that the officer had said something the boss-man didnt approve of. First of all, theyre not crime nerds, secondly, Graham outranks you, and thirdly, he just pulled up. Id also advise that you watch your tongue around me, after all, I do tell the sheriff who she should bump up in pay every time she thinks we need raises ~~~~ By that time Graham had gotten out of the vehicle and grabbed his kit out of the back, the heavy box filled with an assortment of powders, vials, spray bottles, rolls of film, and anything else one would think you might want at a crime scene and a few things you wouldnt. You know, Andy you could have just told him to get you a coffee or something he wouldnt be sweating then, and would have less chance of contaminating the scene, Graham said, pointedly nodding at the returning intern. Yeah, yeah whats done is done, and Danny and Michael just arrived, so you should get to work and before you ask, the coroners already checked the bodies out, so do what you want. replied Andy with a small shrug before stepping into the small house which had been declared a crime scene. ~~~~ Suzie-que, can you pass me the salt? Sure can, Snickerdoodle, but you want to ask if I will, dont you? she replied with a sly wink. Okay, okay, will you pass me the salt, please? he repeated with a small sigh, though the smile that crept onto his lips gave away the fact that he wasnt quite as irritated as the sigh might imply. You know, one of these days someone might find mistakes in the semantics of your speech, and then what will you do? That might happen, but its not like I wont find mistakes in their speech too, though if they have utterly perfect speech, I may just have to have a very nice debate with them about the finer points of the English language, a debate which I obviously could never have with you! her words dripping with sarcasm, she passed the little rocket-shaped salt shaker they had received when they got married two years ago. Feigning a cross between anger and disgust, he snatched the shaker out of her hand and grumpily started salinating his dinner with short quick jabs of the inverted shaker. Aw, my little Snickerdoodle! Dont be that way! Im only teasing! I can have rudimentary debates with you about English too! she chuckled slightly, poking his arm gently across the table and trying to hide her amusement with a pouting look. Besides, you know you can beat me if I were to even attempt to debate with you about the logistics of running atheres the door! Would you get it for me, my shnookums? she asked at the curt triple knock at the front door. Sure thing, Suzie-que! I wonder who that is though, after all, its 10:00 oclock at night no one should be out and about wasnt it raining about half an hour ago? Im pretty sure it was oh well, its not like we dont have enough food for another guest! his voice fading as he stood up and walked away from the dining room. The click of the lock and the clink of the latch were quickly followed by the opening of the door and a strangers voice. Excuse me, a crime was committed down the street and we were wondering if youve seen anything? May we come in? Oh, yes! Certainly, officer! Come, come! Me and my wife will try to do everything we can, though I cant remember hearing or seeing anything out of the ordinary I just remember seeing that lovely homosexual couple from down the street walking in the rain did they do something? I always thought that the shorter one was trouble, didnt I say that when we first met them, Suzie-que? What did they Pardon me, Sir, but the couple you mentioned did you see anyone going in or out of their house? Anyone looking around their property? Anything like that?. No, not that I can remember do you remember seeing anything Suzie-que?