Jacqui is a lab tech and so is wendy
Chapter 1: The Game Begins
He watched from the shadows as the young woman got of her car and walked up the driveway to the two story ranch home. She paused to dig her keys out of her purse, unaware of the mysterious figure watching her from the shadows, clueless to the events that would unfold in the next few hours. He waited for her to unlock her door and then made his move, quietly coming up behind her and putting a gloved hand over her mouth, stifling her screams.
"Shhh, shhhh, it's alright, just turn the knob and walk in slowly, I won't hurt you, I promise." He soothed, shoving her towards the door.
She quickly complied, terrified of the stranger and unsure of what was happening. He pushed her inside and shut the door with his foot, keeping a tight hold of her as he pressed her close to his chest.
"Now listen carefully, if you do exactly as I ask, I won't hurt you, if you don't I will, understood?" He whispered while propelling her forward into her living room. The woman began to sob softly, nodding her head up and down, her body shaking with fear.
"I want you to sit on the couch, don't make a sound." He ordered as he pushed her to the couch. The woman sat and tried to muffle her crying not wanting to upset the man standing before her. He was wearing a ski mask and dressed in black; he pulled out a gun and put it to her temple.
"I want you to undress and lie on your stomach. Now!" He ordered.
The woman who was still crying began to unbutton her blouse and let it fall from her shoulders. The man before took in the milky white skin and slender frame, watching as she unzipped her skirt. She then removed her heels, placing the items on the floor in a small pile. She lay on the couch, on her stomach and turned her head to the cushions as she cried. He ran a gloved fingertip down her spine and then he unzipped, smiling as he did so at the involuntary shiver that went through her. He began to rape her, over and over again until he was satisfied. The woman beneath him continued to sob and shake uncontrollably. He picked up the gun from its place on the coffee table and placed it at the base of the woman's skull. She felt the cold steel and began to plead with him not to kill her; he listened with a devilish grin, relishing the woman's cries.
"Oh, I'm sorry, did I promise not to hurt you? I guess I lied." He said with a smirk. He pulled the trigger and then zipped his pants. He took a moment to enjoy his handiwork and then quietly slipped out of the house, leaving the woman alone, blood pooling on the couch.
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Nick Stokes walked into the break room of the CSI lab, hoping that Greg Sanders had made coffee; otherwise he was going to have to take his chances with whatever the last shift had left. Walking in he was met the pleasant aroma of the Blue Hawaiian coffee that Greg was so fond of, he silently rejoiced and poured himself a cup while he sat down to wait for the shift's assignments.
"Hey Nick! Ohhhhh, did Greg make coffee?" Catherine purred as she walked in, taking in the heavenly scent.
"Yes Ma'am, he did." Nick answered with a smile. He continued to enjoy his cup while Catherine poured herself one and then sat across from him. Greg entered, bopping his head to some internal beat and grinned as he noticed the two CSIs quietly sipping the coffee he had made.
"Hey guys!" He greeted as he poured himself a cup and took a seat next to Catherine. Nick and Catherine looked up and greeted him and then turned to face Grissmon as he came in.
"Greg, you made coffee, thank you." Grissom said as he grabbed a cup and sat down to wait for the others. As he settled in Warrick and Sara came in and made a beeline for the almost depleted coffee pot.
"Okay, let's get started. Catherine and Sara you're with me, a DB at the Tangerines. I'll explain on the way. Warrick, Nick, and Greg you have a DB in Four Hills, Brass will meet you there." Grissom instructed as he handed Warrick the assignment.
"Hey can I drive?" Greg asked of Warrick and Nick.
"Haha! Yeah, sure Greggo! If we want to spend half of our shift trying to find the place! I'll drive, meet me in the parking lot and hurry up!" Warrick answered with a grin and as Nick laughed.
"Fine." Groused Greg, knowing that it was a futile attempt to begin with, he headed out after the two men to the parking lot.
A half hour later the three CSIs were pulling in behind Captain Jim Brass's car, spotting the detective a few feet away talking quietly with a uniformed officer. He turned around and saw the three and waved them over.
"What do we have?" Warrick asked as he approached the detective. His kit in his hand and Nick and Greg following behind him.
"A neighbor called it in, a Mrs. Winslow; she came over to check on the victim after noticing that her door was standing open. She stepped inside to see if anything was wrong and found the deceased. Called us immediately, she's over there with Officer Nolan giving her statement. We have a female, nude, gunshot to the head. Who wants to talk to the neighbor?" Brass asked eyeing the three men.
"I'll do it. Greg, why don't you dust for prints on the door and then head inside after checking the perimeter. I'll meet up you and Nick after I'm done." Warrick instructed as he began to walk towards the neighbor who was crying and holding on Office Nolan.
"Alright Greg, you heard the man, lets get started." Nick said as he moved to towards the house. Greg picked up his kit and then set to work on the knob and as Nick entered the house.
Nick took in the crime scene, noting the clothes in a small pile on the floor and the blood on the couch. He began to take pictures of the scene as David from the coroner's office stepped in.
"Hey Nick, how's it going?" David asked as he entered and began to set to work.
"Hey Super Dave, it's going, how about you?" Nick responded. "So, time of death?" He asked.
David took the temperature of the body and then responded. "I would say death was no more than an hour and half ago and caused by a single gun shot wound to the back of the head. I'll know more when we open her up." David answered as he began to load the body.
"Okay, thanks Dave." Nick replied as he began to process the living room. As David was leaving, Greg came in to give Nick a hand.
"I found a set of prints out by the bushes took a plaster cast and pictures. Looks like a size 13. What have you got?" Greg asked as he began to work alongside the older man.
"Victim was shot at close range, nude, time of death was an hour and half ago. How's Warrick doing with the neighbor?" He inquired as Warrick entered the house.
"The neighbor says that our victim's name is Lisa Martin, age 34, single, no family, she works for an advertising agency, but the neighbor couldn't remember which one. She didn't see or hear anything, but she was out at a movie and the house on the other side is empty. Mrs. Winslow returned home about 10:30, saw Miss Martin's door open and became suspicious. She walked in and found her and then called 911." Warrick informed them as he moved towards the kitchen to begin processing.
"So, no witnesses and so far not much evidence to go on either." Nick replied with a sigh as he finished processing the living room. "Hey Greg, why don't you take the bathroom on this floor while I head upstairs and take a look around." Nick said as he moved to the stairs.
"Okay, no problem." Greg answered quickly making his way over. Warrick continued to process the kitchen, coming up empty handed and then headed upstairs to find Nick in the master bedroom, also empty handed.
"I got nothing, you?" Warrick asked as he walked into the bedroom.
"Ditto, nothing, there's a second bedroom set up as a home office and a master bath. I'll finish up in here and meet you in the second bedroom." Nick answered.
Warrick ambled over to the second bedroom and began to process the room. He was soon joined by Greg who informed him that he too had found nothing of interest in the first floor bathroom. Nick finished the master bath and came out to the hallway as Greg and Warrick were leaving the second bedroom.
"Alright, let's head back and start processing what little we have." Warrick announced, Greg and Nick followed and they headed back to the truck.
A set of eyes watched from the empty backyard of the house next door as the criminalists left, grinning as he hid in the dark by the bushes.
"You won't find anything CSIs, I've been doing this for a long time now and you've yet to find anything." He laughed softly to himself as their truck pulled away from the curb.