Title: Yuletide Rambo
Author: Ellie Franks
Category: Case-file, humor
Fandom: CSI
Spoilers: Nope
Feedback: Like offbeat shenanigans, it totally rules!
Summary: The team processes a scene on Christmas Eve.
Distribution: I would be honored! Just keep my name on it and send me a little note to let me know where it's going!
Disclaimer: Without Prejudice. The names of all characters contained here-in are the property of Jerry Bruckheimer. No Infringements of these copyrights are intended, and are used here without permission.
Notes: This is my first fic in a long time and I feel like I don't really know the characters anymore, so I apologize for that.
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Catherine took in the crime scene with horror. It should have been a picture of innocence and joy, but in its place was a horror house. Brass had shown them the news footage, but that didn't prepare her for what she saw.
The artificial powdery snow covering the Christmas village was now blood red and covered in shell casings. When the bullets had stopped flying several agents, employees, and bystanders were dead. The small workshop building was now a pile of smoldering ash.
"Hey Catherine, you alright?" Nick looked over at her.
"I used to bring Lindsey here when she was younger."
"Is that…?" Sara trailed off as she looked to their left.
"A dead reindeer?" Warrick supplied.
"Merry Christmas boys and girls." Grissom greeted them.
They glared at him in return. "It's not Christmas for another twelve hours." Sara pointed out.
"Well, then lets get to processing then, shall we?"
"Why are we here? I thought the feds have the guy in custody?" Warrick asked his boss.
"They do. They just need us for crossing the T's and dotting the I's. It's not everyday that they arrest Santa Clause. Sara, I want you to process the workshop. Nick, shell casings. Ballistics is going to go crazy so photo document everything. Cath, you and I are taking the employee elves, and Warrick, you have the reindeer."
Nick and Sara exchanged a smirk before going off to process.
"The reindeer?" Warrick raised his eyebrows.
"Photo document and collect any trace from the dead ones, or what's left of them. Animal control is en route for the ones that are alive. Talk with them when they arrive."
"Wonderful." Warrick grumbled as he took his camera and kit and made his way over to the reindeer pen.
"So Jolly old Saint Nick did this?" Catherine motioned to the bloody scene.
Grissom began to snap pictures of a dead man dressed as an elf. "Guess he just wasn't in the Christmas spirit."
Catherine shrugged as she too began to snap pictures. "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas."
"Ho. Ho. Ho."