Okie dokie, so this is my first CSI fic, so pretty pretty please with a cherry on top, let me know what you think!
And as always I do not own any of the CSI lot, however I do own my darling Sicily.
So read and review :]
The Weight of Her.
Chapter one :
An average day in the life of a CSI mainly consists of either sleeping, or working. It was a Tuesday, and Nick Stokes was making his way from a crime scene in the every day Las Vegas heat. His crime scene was a single room at the tarantula; a charmingly cheap pay by the hour motel by the strip. It was noisy and filled with anything and everything illegal. It was around 1 pm when he managed to get finished his night shift, and it was as he was making his way out of the room and down the hall way that he witnessed a petite, maybe 5'5 young thing with long white blonde curls hanging down her back. She looked to be wearing a pair of tight skinny jeans and a black t shirt of which was tied at her midriff. She was incredibly slender, with skin of which was a lightly tanned ivory color; healthy and natural, this made Nick smile as he realized that so many of the women in Las Vegas were way darker than god intended them to be, almost orange really. Whether it be natural, or spray on; they all seemed to have this in common. The young girl was standing outside of a door, leaning against the wall head first, so as to allow Nick to see her slender, toned stomach.
"Give me my god damn clothes you asshole!" Nick watched her as she slammed her hand on the door before standing herself upright. She saw that Nick was heading her way and composed herself.
"You okay Mam?" Nick asked with a slight smirk.
"Yes thank you, technically no. But I have this habit of not talking to strangers about my, asshole of a landlord!" She turned from Nick towards the door again, before focusing her gaze on Nick and smiling sweetly. Nick couldn't help but notice her beauty. She had incredibly plump lips of which shielded that of her perfect, movie star white teeth; her cheekbones were high and she had the cutest dimples when she smiled. Her eyes were a bright ice green color, tainted ever so slightly with a crystal blue. High up on her cheekbone sat a black beauty spot. Nick just smirked slightly at the girl, who smiled in return.
"Sorry, the problem is I told my landlord this morning that I would be here another week and it would appear that he doesn't want me here another week due to the mountains of pay by the hour clients he has flooding in day and night. And little old me takes up just too much space." She smiled slightly as she tucked a strand of her platinum blonde hair behind her ear. Nick moved over to the door and knocked on it before he began to speak.
"Sir, this is CSI Nick Stokes from the LVPD, is there any trouble here?" He asked politely, yet sternly. Almost immediately a middle aged man with graying hair and a beer belly exited the room.
"No problem at all sir." He stated before passing the two, giving the girl a dirty look as he exited the hallway. The small blonde girl laughed as she watched, along with Nick who smiled.
"Very nice, I gotta be getting me one of those badges." She grinned with her perfect teeth."Well it's no problem." Nick stated politely.
"I'm Sicily." She said offering Nick a petite hand."Nick, Stokes." He replied."Well thank you cowboy." She said before walking passed him and into her motel room.
"You are very welcome Mam." He replied before smiling towards the girl with his southern charm.
"So you work the crime lab huh? You like it?" She asked as she stood casually in the door way.
"Yes mam. It has its moments, but I enjoy it." He replied politely.
"Good, nice people?" She asked further, he was curious as to why she was asking so many questions about the crime lab, but didn't feel it was polite to ask why."Err, yes. There all very nice, unless of course you've been illegal." Nick swiped at the sweat beads on his forehead, his vest hardly helped any with keeping him cool.
"well, thank you very much Mr. Stokes. Excuse me I have to tend to the mess my landlord has made in my room." She smiled before closing the door politely after Nick had nodded towards her. He couldn't help but think what an odd girl, she cant have been very old, her 20's perhaps. Who knows he thought to himself, its done now. But he did want to kick himself for not getting her phone number or email address. Then again, it had only just occurred to him that she was staying in a crappy motel room, she was most likely some sort of drug dealer or prostitute, it really wouldn't surprise him. After all; it was Las Vegas.