Disclaimer: I do not own anything except what comes out of my little mind. I own no CSI characters, episodes, or anything you recognize. With that said I'd like to inform you a little bit. If you are a person that likes to try and solve the crime, then go and watch the show. This story, or series for that matter, is basically where the show leaves off or doesn't show. There are a lot of spoilers just because I'm better at writing drama then I am at writing crimes. Kudos to Jerry for a kick ass show.
Chapter 1:
Hailey Hayes collapsed onto her bed. She hadn't had a day off in three weeks and she was looking forward to sleeping all day tomorrow. She didn't bother to change as she hugged her pillow and immediately fell asleep.
She was woken up by the shrill ringing of her cell phone. She slung her arm to the night stand, not fully awake, and picked up the phone. "Hello?" She said groggily.
"Hey Hailey, where you sleeping?" Grissom asked on the other side.
"Yeah." She answered becoming more awake.
"Sorry hon, but we need you." He said taking the phone back a few inches from his ear.
"Can't you call Sara?"
"She's already here, we need everyone on this one." He said.
If she had the energy to kick and scream, she would have done that, but she knew that it would have eventually been useless. She breathed a deep sigh. "Where?"
"Go to the lab, Nick will meet you there and fill you in." They disconnected and Hailey fell back again on her pillow. She knew if she laid there for to long she would fall back asleep so she got up and took a cold shower to attempt to wake herself up.
She emerged ten minutes later, wet and cold, but still not awake. She walked over to her closet and pulled out a white t-shirt and her denim overalls. She dressed and walked back into the bathroom, she hung her towel on the rack and looked at her self in the mirror. And saw the shell of a person she was a few days ago. She needed a day of or she was going to insane. She looked almost like a child with her 5'4" frame in overalls, but she didn't care. She moved her dark green eyes up to her hair, her medium brown, curly, hair was definitely not going to do what she wanted it to, not to mention she didn't really want to do anything to it, so she grabbed a hair tie and threw the curls into a messy bun on top of her head. She walked back into her room throwing socks and her favorite black converse on her feet, her overalls barely allowing the tips of her sneakers to show. She looked out the window and saw the rain beating down. "Today will be a very long day." She told herself. She grabbed a black hoodie that said MADE on the front and made her way to the kitchen. She grabbed her keys, bag, and a small orange juice from the fridge and walked out the door.
After locking up she decided to take the stairs down to the lobby. She lived in an old building on the second floor. "Off to save the world again?" She heard Mr. Koveleski say when she reached the lobby.
"Once again." She smiled. Except for her and the single mother on the eighth floor, everyone in the building was over the age of seventy.
"Say hello to that nice boy Greg when you see him. He helped Loretta with her bags last time he was here." Lorette Lavine, and Mr. Koveleski lived on the second floor right next to each other, a few doors down from Hailey.
"Will do Mr. Koveleski." She said as she headed out the door to the black mustang parked in her space. She worked so hard to save up money for that car that she treated it better than herself. She had gotten the car that she called 'baby' two years ago after saving up for six years since her eighteenth birthday. She shifted into gear and made her way to the lab.
She pulled into a space and turned the car off. She placed her bag on her shoulder under the oversized hoodie, to keep it from getting wet, pulled the hood over her head and ran for the door.