It's my first fan-fic and English is not my native language, so sorry if I used wrong words or made a lot of grammar mistakes, I did my best.
I hope you can enjoy it nevertheless.
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI or any of its characters, not even Greg :-)
Many thanks to witchbsword for proofreading my chapters.
Unfortunately, Evidence
Chapter 1
It was routine. The police-officers. The yellow tape. The coroner was already there.
Swing shift had only started when Nick was approaching the coroner who was standing next to the body.
"Shot. Dead for a few hours," he told him and looked at the body which was lying next to a garbage can in the backyard of a house. "A little girl searching for her cat found him and told her parents. They called the police."
Nick started to take photos of the crime scene and the victim. "Do we know who he is?" he asked the coroner.
"Not yet."
Nick searched the pockets of the victim. "Nothing. No wallet. Maybe robbery," he said.
He looked at the clothes of the man.
"What's this stuff on the vic's jacket?" he wondered. He touched the man's jacket. "It's sticky." He remembered the puddle he had seen next to the garbage can while taking photos.
Frowning, he approached the can and touched the puddle like he had done with the stuff on the jacket. "Sticky," he said. "Could be paste."
"Don't know," the coroner stated. "Case for your chemists, I'd say."
Nick raised his eyebrows. "Seems like somebody disposed the rest of his paste from his last renovation into a leaky garbage can before the murder happened."
Looking at the several spots of the stuff which the victim had on his clothes, Nick remarked:
"You can see the shape of a shoe. Looks like somebody stamped his foot on him. We can't get a print of that, it's too blurred."
Nick took a sample of the stuff and bagged it.
After a closer investigation of the body he gave the coroner the permission to remove the victim. "We'll see what we get out of him," the coroner said.
At this moment Warrick was approaching the crime scene. "Hey, Catherine just called me. I'll help you," he explained.
"Let's start then," Nick suggested. "Do you want the garbage can?" he asked Warrick. Looking like all his secret wishes came true Warrick put on gloves and started to sift through the garbage can while Nick examined the whole crime scene looking for clues.
Some hours later back at the lab, Nick went to the coroner who told him that he got two bullets out of the victim and that he had sent them to ballistics. "The victim has bruises on his chest," the coroner added and showed Nick some pictures he had taken.
"Fits to the prints we found on the clothes," Nick remarked.
Nick accompanied Warrick into the break room and they were sitting and chatting there when the ballistic expert came running to the room. "Have to talk to you" he said panting. "Privately," he added with a serious face.
Nick and Warrick followed him to a silent corner. "What happened? Do you have any results of the shooting for us?" Nick enquired.
"I have. But… I'm a bit confused," the tech stated. "Tell us," Warrick demanded.
"The bullets which the coroner got out of the victim are of the type CSI's are usually using for their guns."
TBC
