Disclaimer: I do not own any of the CSI: Crime Scene Investigation Characters. They are owned by CBS/Alliance Atlantis/Momentum Pictures (add any other production companies I missed out here) I do however own me aka Melanie-Louise. So hands off.
Outside In the parking lot
Greg Sanders stumbled into CSI. He'd fallen asleep, without setting his alarm. He'd woken up and realising the time, jumped straight into his Mercedes and driven at speeds double the limit to get to work.
"Man I hope I don't get a ticket" he mumbled to himself as he reverse parked his car, though not really acknowledging the speed he had just been driving at. He checked himself in the mirror, his hair was messier than usual, the bags under his eyes blacker than usual. Apart from that, he decided, he looked fine.
"Talking to yourself again Sanders?" laughed Warrick. He'd left his cell phone in his SUV and had returned to get it. He'd amused himself for the past few minutes by watching Gregs attempts to reverse park his car.
"Um, yeah, maybe…." Greg replied, not really understanding what Warrick had just said.
"C'mon, lets go get some of that coffee of yours cos hell if im drinking anything out of that machine again" Warrick replied, playfully hitting Greg.
In the break room
"Im glad you could join us" smiled Grissom as a now more awake Greg took his seat at the table next to Nick.
"Yeah, sorry about that boss" He apologised.
"Ok, now everybody's here…. " Grissom began.
All of a sudden, the door bolted open. Eckley came barging in.
"No time for a team meeting, we have a 419 a few blocks from here" he panted, clearly short of breath from running down the hall from dispatch.
"Nice to see you too Eckley, I was just giving out the assignments" Grissom replied not looking up from his papers.
"All assignments are officialy backlogged, I need all of you at this 419, now"
"All of us? At one 419? Whats so special?" Questioned Sarah.
"13 dead bodies"
The team looked at each other, before heading out.
At the crime scene
"Am I the only one a little creeped out by this?" Questioned Greg. He had just pulled up outside the crime scene, and was checking to see if anyone else looked at least a little creeped out.
The team had just arrived, and were for the moment, simply looking at their crime scene. It was an old victorian house, derelict for years according to city records. It looked like it might cave in at any moment.
"Well, we'd better get inside" Suggested Catherine, picking up her kit.
"Hold on there Cath" Replied Brass. He was walking from his car with a look of concern on his face, more so than usual.
"Jim, let me in my crime scene" She smiled politely. She hated it when cops were difficult with her when all she wanted to do was get on and do her job.
"Theres one more person who needs to be here first" Brass replied, looking over his shoulder.
Catherine looked around- all of the team were there, even a couple of day shifters. She couldn't imagine who else needed to be here, it was getting pretty cramped as it was.
On the driveway
"You guys here that?" questioned Nick.
A unmistakable sound filled the air- an engine. Not just any engine. Nick turned to Warrick and Greg.
"Gentleman, do you hear what I hear?"
The guys looked at each other, the knew exactly what he was talking about.
Catherine looked over at them.
"What?" She questioned.
"That is the unmistakable engine sound of a Bentley Continental GT" Nick smiled, and turning to his left, the afore mentioned car came into sight, and pulled up into the crime scene. It was black, and brand new.
The car parked, the team approached it. The door opened and out-stepped a young woman. She looked to be in her late teens or early twenties. She had shoulder length dark hair, green eyes and pale skin. She wore a black skinni t shirt and jeans.
Grissom spotted the young woman, tutting to himself at the lack of security surrounding the crime scene. Sometimes it seemed all it took to get past cops was a pretty face.
"Miss, this is a crime scene, You cant be here" Grissom said sternly,
"Ah, Gill Grissom. Allow me to introduce myself…" she smiled, getting out of the car, looking around at a team of confused faces. She continued in a soft British accent.
"Im Melanie-Louise, I'm an occultist. I was requested by Captain Brass in reference to a homicide that took place here tonight"
"Jim!" Called Grissom. He hated being kept out of the loop, but surely there had to be some kind of mix up- this girl only looked about eighteen years old.
Brass excused himself from Catherine and walked towards the driveway.
"Yeah Grissom"
"You called an occultist?" he questioned.
"Yes. If you'd step foot into that crime scene, you would have too"
He looked questioningly at Jim. Grissom wasn't exactly a believer In the occult he was a scientist. Science would solve this crime, not someone who studied something, which for him, didn't really exist.
While he and Jim discussed the issue, the boys couldn't resist having a closer look at the new arrival.
"Nice wheels" Smiled Greg.
"Thanks" she smiled. "Im Melanie-Louise"
"So we just heard " he replied. "No offence but…."
She looked at them, she knew exactly what they were about to say.
"Before we get started, lets just clear a few things up. Im 21years old, im not a teenager. Im not some freaky goth chick. Im a graduate from Oxford and yes, im aware im driving the world fastest coupe. Oh and no, being an occultist does not pay that well"
She looked at them, they were all looking at each other wondering how someone so, normal looking and polite could be so…… up-front.
"So explain how a 21year old occultist gets her well groomed self a Bentley Continental GT?" Greg question. If she was determined to be up-front, so was he.
"Hard work"
"But you just said…?" he replied, getting confused
"I know, but I didn't say hard work as an occultist, did i?" She smiled, walking off towards the house.
"That was interesting" smiled Nick
"Uhm-hmm" replied Warrick,
"She's smart. And hot. I like her" Said Greg in a matter-of-fact manner.
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