Ok, so, this Can't Love You More, chapter one. This is a case-centered story, but majorly snickers. Very pg. I hope you enjoy!
I'll most likely update about once a week or so. Maybe more :)
Chapter I:
Rock 'n' Die
"Rodney! I said turn that music down!" Mrs. Morrison screamed for the 3rd time that morning. "If I have to turn it down myself…" The blonde woman began her ascent to hew new stepson's bedroom.
This music is so angry. How can he enjoy this? She wondered. BANG BANG. She knocked hard on the door. The woman, only 10 years Rodney's elder tried the door. Locked. Of course.
Teenagers. I didn't get 'em when I was one. Grabbing the room key above the doorframe, she unlocked the door.
"Where are you?" she yelled, voice drowned out by the rock music. Where is he?
As she walked to click off the cd player, she began to get nervous. She walked to the closet, and opened the door. "Oh… my…" She screamed.
"Suspected suicide. New stepmom found him… hanging." The handsome older man informed his CSI's.
"Anything suspicious? To make it seem otherwise?" a brunette asked, uncharacteristically dejected.
"No. Seems, so far, like your run-of-the-mill teen suicide."
The Texan scoffed. After the body bag was moved outside, he started to walk in the door. He stopped as his shoulder was touched softly. A young brunette, face red from crying, spoke quietly.
"Is it true?" She sniffled. "It was… suicide?"
Nick was silent for a moment, as he realized who she must be. The girlfriend. "That's what we are here to find out, miss." Clearing his throat, he turned and walked inside.