Author's note: So this is my first CSI fanfiction. It's basically been an idea that's been in my mind for the past week. I kinda like it but I don't think I did a good job of writing it. I've never been the Vegas so the street names are from Google, I made up the resturaunt name and yeah. Also, I know it seems kinda fast pace, but I don't know what goes on in the mean time of things so yeah. I hope it doesn't suck too bad. Reviews please :)
It started out as a normal day at the office. Came in, got my vest and badge, grabbed my kit, found out my case for tonight and went for it. I never knew that this particular case would bring me to this point in my life. Having to chose between someone I loved and my job. Everything was on the line right now, but I couldn't bring myself to regret the desicion. Not once did I ever find myself wishing someone else took this case. I'm glad it was assigned to me. Because it brought me to her. And I wouldn't trade her for anything.
"Greg, go get Nick, will ya? He can join you on this one," Grissom said as he walked away. I glanced down at the information card in my hand. A simple 419. Dead guy in the alley way off the strip. We've only had a thousand of these.
I knocked on Nick's office door and he nodded. "Case?" he asked as he pulled on his vest.
"419,"
"Ah," Nick stated, grabbed his kit and followed me out the door.
The blue and red cop lights brightened up the sky. I parked the car near the crime tape and Nick and I got out. Brass met us halfway there and gave us the rest of the information. "Male, mid twenties, store owner of The Crash found him when she was taking out the trash. Called right away. I got one of my guys questioning her now,"
Nick and I nodded and ducked under the crime tape, advancing towards the victim. David was already taking notes and studying him. I looked at him. As Brass had said, he looked about twenty-five or twenty-six, pretty natural looking man. A button up plaid shirt with dark jeans. He had some stuble and bright blue eyes. Nothing unusual about him.
"Did he have I.D. on him?" Nick asked.
David nodded. "His name is Adam Laroni. He's twenty-four. According to his I.D he lives in Utah," David handed the wallet to Nick and he looked at it before putting it in a evidence bag.
David stood up. "His liver temp says he's been dead for about thirteen hours, and my guess of C.O.D is strangulation,"
"Thanks, David," I said and knelt down next to the body. He had blue lips and some discoloring around his eyes. Probably strangulation like David had said.
A few hours later, Nick and I got done covering the scene and we drove back to the lab. While Nick went to log in all the evidence, I walked down to the corner's office. I pulled on the blue rob and walked in.
Doc Robbins had just pulled the sheet over the vic. "Oh, I'm sorry, Doc, I could have given you more time," I muttered.
"Nope, just got done. It's fine,"
I walked closer and stood across from the Doc, waiting for my answers,"
"He died from strangulation. I got some bruises around his throat that appeared to be fingers, but I couldn't get any prints. I think the killer used gloves. The bruises, though, almost over-lap. I'm thinking he had big fingers. I'm thinking his time of death was around eight o'clock last night,"
"Any other things I should know?" I asked.
"He has a cut on the inside of his lip that lines up with his tooth. My guess is someone hit him before they strangled him. Maybe a street fight gone wrong?"
"Could be," I nodded. "Thanks, Doc,"
I walked out and tore off my rob, throwing it in the laundry bin and made my way back to the lab, ready to see if anyone else had answers.
Nick met me half way, with a folder in his hand. "Brass did a background check on our Vic. Adam Laroni moved to Utah when he was sixteen years old. He was emancipated from his dad and moved in with an uncle in Utah. His mother died when he was seven and his father died about two years ago. He has a sister, a year younger than him. We're gonna go talk to her,"
"Where is she living at?" I asked, as I followed him towards the parking lot.
"Somewhere in the hood, but she works at a dance studio not far from here from six until midnight. We're gonna check there first,"
The studio was almost secluded. It didn't have a bright sign like anything else on this block. It had a black wall and the door was locked. It didn't even look like someone could work here. Nick shot me a confused look and pulled out his gun, walking through a driveway to the back entrance.
That door was unlocked and when I stepped in, my eyes hurt. It was really bright with pink walls. It looked like a ballet studio. A hardcore band I didn't recognize was playing and standing in front of the mirror, was a skinny girl staring at herself.
Once the heavy beat started up again, she began dancing. With a setting like this, you'd think the dancer would be graceful, but she was anything but. She moved her hips in a sensual way and twisted her body so tightly and fast that it almost looked painful. Her black hair whipped around her face and body. She was wearing a black sports bra and black cargo pants. Her movements got faster and faster, twisting and turning and jumping and kicking and moving in ways I couldn't comprehend.
Nick moved over to the CD player and turned it off. She stopped dancing and whipped her head around to us, panting and sweating. "Who the hell are you?" she asked in a deep, almost sexual voice.
I tore my eyes off of her to look at Nick, who had put his gun away and was standing near the wall. "Julie Laroni?" he asked.
"Yes. Who are you?"
"My name is Nick Stokes, this is Greg Sanders. We're from the crime lab," he answered. "We have a few questions to ask you about your brother, Adam,"
She scoffed. "My brother? My brother was a dead beat. I'm not surprised he's in trouble. He hasn't even been back a week and the cops are already after him. What'd he do this time?"
"Well, ma'am, I'm sorry to inform you, but your brother has been murdered,"
She didn't even flinch. I focused my attention back to her, trying to keep my eyes on her face and not her body. She stared at Nick with hard eyes. After a few moments, the corner of her mouth turned up the tiniest bit. "I'm not sure what reaction you're expecting, but I'm not going to get upset. He left me a long time ago and never came back. Well, until yesterday that is,"
"Did you see your brother yesterday?" Nick asked.
"Yeah, we went out for dinner around six.," Julie walked towards the radio and grabbed her jacket. "It was the first time I saw him since I was fifteen. He acted like nothing happened. After about thirty minutes at dinner, I got tired of him so I went home. Haven't seen or talked to his since,"
She pulled on her jacket and zipped it up.
"Why did he move to Utah?" I asked.
Julie's eyes flashed to me. They were a deep green that clashed nice with her tan skin and black hair. I couldn't pin an ethinicity on her. Her dark red lips pulled up into a smirk as she looked me up and down. Her eyes reached mine again and she said, "My dad didn't handle my mom dying too well. We were both getting tired of him. My brother did something about it, I didn't. I just don't forgive him for walking out on me," she shrugged.
"Where were you last night between seven and midnight?" Nick asked.
Julie's eyes didn't leave my face. "I was here. I know it's stated as my job, but it really isn't. This place went out of buisness a few years back but I still come here every night to dance. I have camera's set up in every corner. You can take them if you'd like,"
"They would be great, where are they?"
"In the sound studio, follow me," she walked past me and brushed my shoulder, smirking up at me. I felt a wave of electricty at her touch so I took a deep breath to steady myself and followed her into the room.
She ejected two tapes from a VRC type thing and handed them to Nick. "They're the whole weeks tape, but I'm sure that's not a problem,"
"No, not at all. You'll have to come down to the station with us to sign a statement and give us your prints,"
"I'd love to, but it's already a far walk to my house and the station is about ten miles further,"
"We'll arrange you a ride home," I promised.
"Alright then," she smirked at me again.
Nick put the tapes in an evidence bag and then followed me and Julie out the door. Something about her...it was so brilliant. I don't know if it was her dance moves or the way she held herself, but she seemed thrilling. Exciting. Wild. She made my hormones turn into a frenzy and my mind foggy. Suspects weren't supposed to do this.
I leaned up against the wall of the confrence room and waited. Nick had sat in and listened to Julie and Brass talk, but I didn't. Like before, there was something so captivating about her. If I spent too much time with her, I would probably end up ripping her clothes off and having my way with her. I don't know what it was. I've never felt like this before, but I was almost burning with the ache to touch her.
The door opened and Nick and Julie came out. I bounced away from the wall and walked up to them. "As promised, Julie, I will take you home," I smiled.
She smiled back at me, her green eyes smoldering. Nick shot me a warning glance before walking in the other direction.
"So isn't this a cop's job?" she asked as we walked to my personal car.
"I made the promise," I reminded.
She got in the passenger's seat and put on her seatbelt.
"Where to, ma'am?" I asked, starting the car.
"Swenson, I'll point to the house when we get there,"
"Swenson? That's a pretty bad area," I commented, pulling out of the parking garage.
"What can you do?" she asked, shrugging her shoulders. I wondered if she lived alone, if she had a boyfriend. I couldn't imagine a tiny, beautiful girl living alone in this part of the city. Either she was really tough or she lived with someone else. I gritted my teeth, thinking of her big manly boyfriend she must have. Lucky guy.
"So, you're a dancer?" I asked, trying to get my mind off of things.
"Since I was four years old. First it was ballet and little girl stuff like that, but as I got older and moved to Swenson, I saw a lot of street dancing and thought it looked better than ballet. I taught myself and now I just practice to stay fit,"
I nodded. Sounded nice. She was definitely fit and her moves were unbelievable.
"So what's your favorite thing to dance to? Rap? Hip-hop?"
"Anything really. I just love to dance. Play a song and give me a minute to find the beat and I'll go,"
"Really?" I asked, laughing.
"Really," she nodded, laughing with me. "Do you not believe me?" There was a challenging edge in her voice and I smirked.
"No, I don't actually,"
"Then pull over, I'll show you,"
I drove a few more blocks and pulled into an empty parking lot near Swenson. I grabbed my iPod out of the glove compartment as Julie got out of the car. She took her jacket off and placed it on the hood of my car. I stood a few feet away from my car and turned my iPod volume up all the way.
Written in the Stars started playing. Julie closed her eyes for a moment before breaking into a hard dance. Once again, the way she moved caused my body to tingle and I wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch her. She twisted and turned in the parking lot, loosing herself in the music. I just wanted to loose myself in her.
"Alright, alright," I laughed. "Let's see about this," I scrolled through my list and clicked a song.
Yeah Yeah by Bodyrox - an up beat, fast paced - song started playing. Without even closing her eyes this time, Julie's hips started moving sharply in tune with the beat. She moved herself closer to me, still moving her hips and by the time the lyrics started, she was right next to me, swaying her hips against my in time with the song. I clenched my teeth together, telling myself to keep control as she whipped her hair around and moved her body sensually against mine.
Holding my breath, I found a calmer song and hit play, desperate to get her body off mine, before we did something we'd regret.
Rolling in the Deep began playing. The clock ticking in the beginning was all the time it took for her to find the beat. She backed away from me and began moving more slowly through the air. Her body seemed to move on it's own. Like she wasn't in control...the music was. As the chours began, she bent her body in ways I'd never seen. She spun around the parking lot, oblvious to anybody walking by. My eyes were glued to her.
"Alright, you're winning. Let's see how you do with this song, though," I found the song I was looking for and hit play.
The Mess I Made blared out from my tiny iPod. She walked towards me, smirk on her face. "You know, I think I need a partner for this one,"
I smiled and put my iPod on the hood. She put her hands on my shoulders and I placed mine on her hips, flushing our bodies together. The spark between us made me feel high. I had to regain focus to gentley spin around with her, trying to stay in tune with the beat, but more like making our own dance.
She rested her head on my shoulder and sighed, her cool breathe tickling my ear. I bit back a moan, and wrapped my arms around her waist.
Right when I thought I had gained self control, she began placing light kisses on my neck...my weakspot. The grip I had on her waist tightened a little. I closed my eyes and I could feel myself slipping away. Drowning in her.
I let out a soft moan when her teeth grazed my neck, and then my mind snapped back on. She was a suspect...she could be the murder...this was my job...I was working.
I pulled away from her. "Oh, my god, you're a suspect,"
"What?" she asked, innocence filling her voice. It seemed out of character.
"I can't. I need to take you home, then go give this case to someone else,"
"No! Greg, I'm sorry! I didn't know I was a suspect!" she cried and followed me into the car, pulling on her jacket.
"I really am sorry," she muttered when we pulled into her driveway. "I didn't know questioning me made me a suspect,"
"You'll be cleared in a few days," I said, more calm. During the drive, I had taken it all into consideration. I honestly didn't believe she killed her brother. But she still needed to be cleared. And then maybe we could...
But why wait?
But why risk my job?
There were so many questions buzzing through my head. I didn't know how to get them to stop.
"Alright then..." she muttered. "I'll go now. Th-Thanks for the ride, Greg,"
Something about the way she said my name, sent my mind into a fog again. I opened my door and jogged around to hers, opening it for her.
"Thanks," she smiled.
I walked her to her door. Her house was small, but nice. Again, I wondered why she hadn't been messed with in this neighborhood.
"Well...goodnight," she whispered and looked up at me, her green eyes soft and innocent.
I smiled down at her and thought, fuck it...I'm going to kiss her. I carefully placed my hands on her bare hips and pulled her to me. She smirked and I pressed my lips to hers.
It was like a cloud of lust and hormones and pleasure and heat and electricity exploded from us when our lips touched. I felt like my lips were burning, but all I could do was pull her closer.
She yanked at my hair, causing me to moan instinctively. I gently pressed her against the door and flushed her body to mine. She moaned loudly and that only turned me on more.
"Let's take this inside," I breathed against her lips.
"Okay," she whispered, and reached into her coat pocket for her keys. Still tangled in each other, we stumbled into her house. I kicked the door close with my foot and tore off her jacket.
She started pulling us through the house, while pulling off my shirt. Her little sports bra was easy to remove and when her bare chest pressed against mine, I almost lost it.
We stumbled through another door and I found her bed, lightly tossing her onto it, competely drowning in her.
Author's note: Thoughts on Greg and Julie?