From Fever To Death
By: Anti Darth Ani
Based on the TV series CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Author's Introduction:
This is my first attempt at a CSI fan-fic. And I must admit, it isn't as easy as I thought it would be. But I'm trying. If you have already starting reading this fan-fic, please just go ahead and start over from the beginning because I've gone through and changed it. Some of the changes are small, but others are huge and if you don't go back and read, you are going to be very confused by the end of the chapter. Thanks so much and sorry for the inconvenience. I hope this change doesn't bother anyone too much.
I simply cannot start again without saying a huge 'THANK YOU' to all my readers and reviewers. It's people like you who keep me going on these things.
Try reading this while listening to Gavin DeGraw or Jason Mraz. That's the music I am listening to while I write this fan-fic.
Synopsis:
Sara, Nick, and Warrick investigate the death of a ten-year-old girl who suddenly died in her kitchen while her parents were at a dinner party. But with the pressure of the case, Sara can't help having bad memories brought back up about her past. Emotions are heightened and things start to change with a few of the co-workers.
Action/Mystery/Suspense/Romance
PG-13 - For violence, language, and some sexuality.
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CHAPTER ONE
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Sara Sidle and Nick Stokes walked side by side up to a nice, medium sized house in the middle of Las Vegas. It would have looked cozy too, if the white paint hadn't had the reflection of blue and red flashing lights. The yellow crime scene tape didn't help the garden to the right of the driveway, either. Nick held up the 'Crime Scene: Do Not Cross' tape, and Sara ducked, walking under it. Nick followed her and dropped the tape behind him.
Detective Jim Brass was already waiting for them, standing near the ambulance where medical workers were waiting to take the body. Sara and Nick greeted Jim Brass, however neither were in a very good mood because Grissom and Catherine, the two senior investigators, both were off for the week and they would have to work the scene alone with another CSI, Warrick Brown, who they didn't see.
"So what are we looking at tonight?" Nick asked Brass, trying not to yawn from the two mere hours of sleep he had managed. One of the low points of working graveyard shift for the government.
Detective Brass glanced down at his trusty little notebook, where he kept all his important notes. "Well, according to David, who's still inside with the victim, there are no entry wounds or puncture wounds. Blunt force trauma, bullets, and stabbing have been crossed off. He is still looking for ligature marks, to see if she struggled. If he can't find anything farther, we are going to have to wait until the body is checked out by Doctor Roberts, which might take a while."
"Time we don't have," Sara pointed out. "And have you seen Warrick? He was appointed the head on this case, but he wasn't at the lab when we left."
Jim Brass smiled, or did something that was as close to a smile as Jim could get, "Yeah, I've seen him. He was the second one on the scene, besides me. He's inside, looking for evidence, which is what you two are supposed to be doing."
"Point taken," Nick smiled, making his way past the police and into the house. The house was decorated nicely, which Sara pointed out to Nick. "A little too Marta Stewart for my taste, but it's a family house," Nick retorted.
Sara started up the stairs to look for Warrick, while Nick went into the kitchen to talk with David and to start taking pictures of the victim. Sara walked up the white, carpeted stairs and glanced shortly at all the hanging pictures. Many were of a middle aged woman, blond and blue eyes. Would have made a perfect Nazi. She didn't appear older than her late thirties. A man, presumably her husband, stood in many of the pictures with a little girl, no older than twelve, who looked more like her father than her mother. Her father was brown eyed and had black hair. Interesting mix, Sara thought while she reached the landing.
All of the doors were opened. Cautiously, Sara peeked into each one, until she found Warrick dusting for fingerprints in the second door to the left. Just with one look, Sara knew she was in the little girl's room who was in all the pictures. The only lighting in the room was coming from the large window straight ahead, across from Sara. "Do you want some light in here?" Sara asked, her current 'hello' to her co-worker. Warrick looked up from the window. "If you can find the light switch."
Sara reached to flick the light switch up, but Warrick first snapped, "Not without your gloves." Sara almost blushed, feeling foolish that she had forgotten about her latex gloves, which were in her vest belt. She pulled them out and slid them on her hands, before once again reaching for the light switch and flicking it on.
Sara froze when the blue and pink lights filled the entire room. As Sara looked around, it appeared that the whole room was covered with neon rope lights, which covered the top and bottom perimeter of the entire room. They also covered the door frames, and the borders of the dresser, nightstand, and bookcase. Yet, there did not appear to be a lamp anywhere in the room. Warrick turned around in a squatting position. "Holy crap," was all he could manage. "I believe the victim was afraid of the dark."
Sara shook Warrick a nervous look, "The victim is the little girl?" she asked, clueless.
Warrick nodded silently, "Yeah, Brass didn't tell you? I thought you and Nick already knew. That's why I figured I'd start looking in here. I've got a bunch of partials from the window sill, but nothing that can be used. I also have a few prints off the door handle, inside and out." Staring at Sara, who had a glazed over look, "Why don't you go downstairs and help Nick start in the kitchen. At first glance, I couldn't find anything, so it isn't going to be an easy or fast case."
"They rarely are," Sara pointed out, leaving Warrick to work and heading back downstairs to help Nick in the kitchen. When she pushed the swinging door, she paused, glancing down at the body of a little girl laying on the tile floor. Sara forced herself to take deep breaths to prevent from barfing. In, out, in, out she reminded herself.
Nick glanced up at Sara and gave a half smile, "See our latest mission?" He held the camera back up to his eye and continued snapping pictures. He started close to the body, taking pictures from all four cardinal directions before stepping out further and taking pictures from a distance. Sara ignored Nick and walked slowly over the David, watching where she was stepping and moving carefully. When she reached David, she didn't move an inch. "What do you know about our little pretty, pretty princess?" she asked, trying to ease the situation a little and failing.
David pulled off his latex gloves. "Well, I finally found out your cause of death. I can't be one hundred percent sure until I get the body to the lab and run some test, but…"
"But what, David?" Sara asked, inpatient.
"I believe the cause of death to be poison," he answered. "When you guys are done with the body come get us so we can get her to the lab," he added without missing a beat.
As David left the room, Brass pushed the door in part way, "Guess who just arrived home?" he asked.
"I'm in no mood for guessing games," Nick answered, without taking his eyes off the crime scene. He had moved from photographing the body to snapping of shots of the floor and surrounding areas, even the walls.
Jim Brass didn't like Nick's sarcasm. "The parents just arrived. They are freaked out and I haven't even gotten a word in, so they don't know even know that their daughter is dead yet."
"You mean the parents weren't home when this happened? Then who called in the victim's death?" Sara asked.
Brass actually grinned, "A noisy neighbor."
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Well, it's getting a little late, so I am just going to have to leave it here for today. Stay tuned for a new chapter soon. All reviews are welcome and gravely appreciated… I promise the next chapter will be a little longer.
By: Anti Darth Ani
Based on the TV series CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Author's Introduction:
This is my first attempt at a CSI fan-fic. And I must admit, it isn't as easy as I thought it would be. But I'm trying. If you have already starting reading this fan-fic, please just go ahead and start over from the beginning because I've gone through and changed it. Some of the changes are small, but others are huge and if you don't go back and read, you are going to be very confused by the end of the chapter. Thanks so much and sorry for the inconvenience. I hope this change doesn't bother anyone too much.
I simply cannot start again without saying a huge 'THANK YOU' to all my readers and reviewers. It's people like you who keep me going on these things.
Try reading this while listening to Gavin DeGraw or Jason Mraz. That's the music I am listening to while I write this fan-fic.
Synopsis:
Sara, Nick, and Warrick investigate the death of a ten-year-old girl who suddenly died in her kitchen while her parents were at a dinner party. But with the pressure of the case, Sara can't help having bad memories brought back up about her past. Emotions are heightened and things start to change with a few of the co-workers.
Action/Mystery/Suspense/Romance
PG-13 - For violence, language, and some sexuality.
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CHAPTER ONE
----------
Sara Sidle and Nick Stokes walked side by side up to a nice, medium sized house in the middle of Las Vegas. It would have looked cozy too, if the white paint hadn't had the reflection of blue and red flashing lights. The yellow crime scene tape didn't help the garden to the right of the driveway, either. Nick held up the 'Crime Scene: Do Not Cross' tape, and Sara ducked, walking under it. Nick followed her and dropped the tape behind him.
Detective Jim Brass was already waiting for them, standing near the ambulance where medical workers were waiting to take the body. Sara and Nick greeted Jim Brass, however neither were in a very good mood because Grissom and Catherine, the two senior investigators, both were off for the week and they would have to work the scene alone with another CSI, Warrick Brown, who they didn't see.
"So what are we looking at tonight?" Nick asked Brass, trying not to yawn from the two mere hours of sleep he had managed. One of the low points of working graveyard shift for the government.
Detective Brass glanced down at his trusty little notebook, where he kept all his important notes. "Well, according to David, who's still inside with the victim, there are no entry wounds or puncture wounds. Blunt force trauma, bullets, and stabbing have been crossed off. He is still looking for ligature marks, to see if she struggled. If he can't find anything farther, we are going to have to wait until the body is checked out by Doctor Roberts, which might take a while."
"Time we don't have," Sara pointed out. "And have you seen Warrick? He was appointed the head on this case, but he wasn't at the lab when we left."
Jim Brass smiled, or did something that was as close to a smile as Jim could get, "Yeah, I've seen him. He was the second one on the scene, besides me. He's inside, looking for evidence, which is what you two are supposed to be doing."
"Point taken," Nick smiled, making his way past the police and into the house. The house was decorated nicely, which Sara pointed out to Nick. "A little too Marta Stewart for my taste, but it's a family house," Nick retorted.
Sara started up the stairs to look for Warrick, while Nick went into the kitchen to talk with David and to start taking pictures of the victim. Sara walked up the white, carpeted stairs and glanced shortly at all the hanging pictures. Many were of a middle aged woman, blond and blue eyes. Would have made a perfect Nazi. She didn't appear older than her late thirties. A man, presumably her husband, stood in many of the pictures with a little girl, no older than twelve, who looked more like her father than her mother. Her father was brown eyed and had black hair. Interesting mix, Sara thought while she reached the landing.
All of the doors were opened. Cautiously, Sara peeked into each one, until she found Warrick dusting for fingerprints in the second door to the left. Just with one look, Sara knew she was in the little girl's room who was in all the pictures. The only lighting in the room was coming from the large window straight ahead, across from Sara. "Do you want some light in here?" Sara asked, her current 'hello' to her co-worker. Warrick looked up from the window. "If you can find the light switch."
Sara reached to flick the light switch up, but Warrick first snapped, "Not without your gloves." Sara almost blushed, feeling foolish that she had forgotten about her latex gloves, which were in her vest belt. She pulled them out and slid them on her hands, before once again reaching for the light switch and flicking it on.
Sara froze when the blue and pink lights filled the entire room. As Sara looked around, it appeared that the whole room was covered with neon rope lights, which covered the top and bottom perimeter of the entire room. They also covered the door frames, and the borders of the dresser, nightstand, and bookcase. Yet, there did not appear to be a lamp anywhere in the room. Warrick turned around in a squatting position. "Holy crap," was all he could manage. "I believe the victim was afraid of the dark."
Sara shook Warrick a nervous look, "The victim is the little girl?" she asked, clueless.
Warrick nodded silently, "Yeah, Brass didn't tell you? I thought you and Nick already knew. That's why I figured I'd start looking in here. I've got a bunch of partials from the window sill, but nothing that can be used. I also have a few prints off the door handle, inside and out." Staring at Sara, who had a glazed over look, "Why don't you go downstairs and help Nick start in the kitchen. At first glance, I couldn't find anything, so it isn't going to be an easy or fast case."
"They rarely are," Sara pointed out, leaving Warrick to work and heading back downstairs to help Nick in the kitchen. When she pushed the swinging door, she paused, glancing down at the body of a little girl laying on the tile floor. Sara forced herself to take deep breaths to prevent from barfing. In, out, in, out she reminded herself.
Nick glanced up at Sara and gave a half smile, "See our latest mission?" He held the camera back up to his eye and continued snapping pictures. He started close to the body, taking pictures from all four cardinal directions before stepping out further and taking pictures from a distance. Sara ignored Nick and walked slowly over the David, watching where she was stepping and moving carefully. When she reached David, she didn't move an inch. "What do you know about our little pretty, pretty princess?" she asked, trying to ease the situation a little and failing.
David pulled off his latex gloves. "Well, I finally found out your cause of death. I can't be one hundred percent sure until I get the body to the lab and run some test, but…"
"But what, David?" Sara asked, inpatient.
"I believe the cause of death to be poison," he answered. "When you guys are done with the body come get us so we can get her to the lab," he added without missing a beat.
As David left the room, Brass pushed the door in part way, "Guess who just arrived home?" he asked.
"I'm in no mood for guessing games," Nick answered, without taking his eyes off the crime scene. He had moved from photographing the body to snapping of shots of the floor and surrounding areas, even the walls.
Jim Brass didn't like Nick's sarcasm. "The parents just arrived. They are freaked out and I haven't even gotten a word in, so they don't know even know that their daughter is dead yet."
"You mean the parents weren't home when this happened? Then who called in the victim's death?" Sara asked.
Brass actually grinned, "A noisy neighbor."
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Well, it's getting a little late, so I am just going to have to leave it here for today. Stay tuned for a new chapter soon. All reviews are welcome and gravely appreciated… I promise the next chapter will be a little longer.