Disclaimer- I don't own any of the characters out of CSI and this story is
merely for my own and hopefully others entertainment.
Okay this is my first CSI fanfic. Please R&R and tell me what you think. Hope you enjoy.
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Grissom stood in the middle of an empty living room and looked down upon the corpse of a young woman. The air held that faint metallic smell of freshly spilled blood. The body lay in a foetal position, her knees tucked in close to her body, her arms lying against her torso. Her golden hair sprawled over her shoulders to the floor, blood saturating it in places turning it a deep pink. Her eyes stared out into the distance with the glassy look of death. Blood seeped out from beneath her head turning the dark blue carpet black.
Grissom tentatively stepped around the body and fished his torch out of his pocket. Flicking the switch he crouched down and trailed the white light down the length of her body, noticing that her clothes still remained intact. 'No sign of sexual assault' he thought to himself. Raising up the torch he searched around the room. 'Looks like nothings been stolen', with this thought he frowned and stood up, walking towards the pictures that sat on the mantle. He shone a light on the first picture, the glass reflecting back his own image. He turned the light slightly to the side and stepped up to closer to inspect the photo.
There were two women, one with golden blonde hair, obviously the deceased who Brass named as one Claire Docherty, the other with long jet black hair. Both were laughing and grinning at the camera, party hats on their heads and glasses of wine in their hands. The two women were very beautiful but in completely different ways. Claire shone; her tanned skin and blonde hair with the light green eyes gave her the look of being bathed in sunlight. The other woman seemed to glow; her black hair lay against the smooth ivory of her skin, the dark blue of her eyes glittered like starlight. Grissom took a mental note to ask Brass who the other woman in the picture was. Just as he was thinking this he saw a movement to his left by the door. He had phoned Catherine to come down to the scene once she was finished with the paperwork from the previous case. Turning towards the door Grissom opened his mouth to brief her about the scene, but his mouth quickly dropped shut.
There in the doorway, framed by the blue flashing lights of the police cars, stood the other woman from the picture. Grissom rose up his torch to her face but she didn't move. Her wide eyes stared down at the body in the middle of the floor. She stood there silent and still, like she was sculpted out of porcelain. Her only movement was the slight rise and fall of her chest with each breath.
She went to move forward, her hands reaching out to touch the body, but her legs just quivered, her knees looking like they were about to buckle. Grissom ran forward, managing to grab her before she fell to the ground. He slide them both down softly to the floor, unable to hold her up. Kneeling beside her, he felt her whole body tremble against him, warm tears falling down her face and splashing against his skin.
Everything around them was silent except for a soft whisper. Grissom then realised that the sound came from the woman. He leaned in closer to hear what she was saying, but all he heard was her softly repeating the word "no" over and over again through the tears.
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Okay, that's all I have right now, but I'll be updating soon. Please tell me what you think and if I should continue, because I've got the feeling that I'll have a novel by the end of this.
Okay this is my first CSI fanfic. Please R&R and tell me what you think. Hope you enjoy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Grissom stood in the middle of an empty living room and looked down upon the corpse of a young woman. The air held that faint metallic smell of freshly spilled blood. The body lay in a foetal position, her knees tucked in close to her body, her arms lying against her torso. Her golden hair sprawled over her shoulders to the floor, blood saturating it in places turning it a deep pink. Her eyes stared out into the distance with the glassy look of death. Blood seeped out from beneath her head turning the dark blue carpet black.
Grissom tentatively stepped around the body and fished his torch out of his pocket. Flicking the switch he crouched down and trailed the white light down the length of her body, noticing that her clothes still remained intact. 'No sign of sexual assault' he thought to himself. Raising up the torch he searched around the room. 'Looks like nothings been stolen', with this thought he frowned and stood up, walking towards the pictures that sat on the mantle. He shone a light on the first picture, the glass reflecting back his own image. He turned the light slightly to the side and stepped up to closer to inspect the photo.
There were two women, one with golden blonde hair, obviously the deceased who Brass named as one Claire Docherty, the other with long jet black hair. Both were laughing and grinning at the camera, party hats on their heads and glasses of wine in their hands. The two women were very beautiful but in completely different ways. Claire shone; her tanned skin and blonde hair with the light green eyes gave her the look of being bathed in sunlight. The other woman seemed to glow; her black hair lay against the smooth ivory of her skin, the dark blue of her eyes glittered like starlight. Grissom took a mental note to ask Brass who the other woman in the picture was. Just as he was thinking this he saw a movement to his left by the door. He had phoned Catherine to come down to the scene once she was finished with the paperwork from the previous case. Turning towards the door Grissom opened his mouth to brief her about the scene, but his mouth quickly dropped shut.
There in the doorway, framed by the blue flashing lights of the police cars, stood the other woman from the picture. Grissom rose up his torch to her face but she didn't move. Her wide eyes stared down at the body in the middle of the floor. She stood there silent and still, like she was sculpted out of porcelain. Her only movement was the slight rise and fall of her chest with each breath.
She went to move forward, her hands reaching out to touch the body, but her legs just quivered, her knees looking like they were about to buckle. Grissom ran forward, managing to grab her before she fell to the ground. He slide them both down softly to the floor, unable to hold her up. Kneeling beside her, he felt her whole body tremble against him, warm tears falling down her face and splashing against his skin.
Everything around them was silent except for a soft whisper. Grissom then realised that the sound came from the woman. He leaned in closer to hear what she was saying, but all he heard was her softly repeating the word "no" over and over again through the tears.
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Okay, that's all I have right now, but I'll be updating soon. Please tell me what you think and if I should continue, because I've got the feeling that I'll have a novel by the end of this.