So this is something I wrote a while back based on the CSI franchise. I suddenly thought, what would Grissom do? and this is what came out of it. Naturally I don't own FMA or CSI but think my version is quite good. Hopefully it should entertain you :)

I would like to add that the Central Crime Lab Characters are my own invention. They're based on real people so please don't steal them cos you'll be stealing my friends :(

Prologue

It was a normal day in Colonel Roy Mustang's office apart from one person. There was one person that seemed out of place in the usual office of Roy Mustang. Colonel Mustang glanced around his office looking at the familiar faces of his subordinates. Havoc, with his feet up on the desk and a cigarette in his mouth. Breda was eating a large baguette with ham and turkey in it. Feury was fiddling with his radio trying to pick up the latest news from Central. Falman was the only one at work but he was reading slowly. Mustang glanced around his office to see that his second in command, Lieutenant Hawkeye, wasn't present. Mustang frowned. Where could she be?

He looked down at a report and started to read it when the door opened. Hawkeye marched into the room with two people following her. Mustang glanced up at them. There was a burly looking cop in a black suit. He was tall with a mop of blonde hair blue eyes. The second person was a short brunette wearing some tailored black trousers and a white blouse.

"Sir," Hawkeye said, "This is Detective Scott Raven and Madison Kemp. They work for the crime lab in Central."

"How can I help you?" Mustang asked looking across at his subordinates.

"Do you recognise this man?" Detective Raven asked, holding out a photograph of a man. Mustang took the photo and looked at it.

"That's Fluffy," Mustang replied. Everyone turned to him not expecting this reply. Kemp smiled at Mustang's outburst.

"Fluffy?" Kemp asked, pulling out a notebook and jotting some notes. "Real name, please?"

"His name was Lewis McPinkins, Fluffy to his friends. He was named that for no other reason than his obsession with cashmere clothing from scarves to jumpers," Mustang replied with a shrug, "He's a State Alchemist."

"Hmm," Kemp said as he continued to talk. "Where were you at 9pm last night?"

"On a date," Mustang replied casually, "Why?"

"Fluffy, as you call him, is dead," Raven said dryly.

-xxx-

"So what have you got so far?" asked Solo, the chief forensic archaeologist. She pulled her glasses onto the end of her nose and glared at her subordinate on the floor. Shaggy looked up at his boss and scowled at her.

"Nothing much," Shaggy replied, "I still haven't found the murder weapon or cause of death."

"Too bad," Solo said with a sigh.

"Although I have found some particulates in the wound which could lead us to the killer," Shaggy said.

"What sort of particulates?" Solo asked.

"Metallic," Shaggy replied.

"Like the sort on automail?" Solo asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Could be," Shaggy replied with a smile, "Why do you have someone in mind?"

"Yeah," Solo said with a grin, "you could say that."