A/N: First story here in the CSI: NY fandom...This follows the same universe as in my CSI: Miami fanfiction, especially Spin, Spin Sugar. Well, not much to say her but reviews are always welcome!! Yes, that's a man's name, inside joke.

characters (c) CBS

1, Ordinary Day

Tina Percival was a beauty to behold. A supermodel with perfect blue eyes and straight blond hair. Her 5 foot 10 inch frame and finely tuned composition got her into Vanity Fair, Vogue and other illustrious fashion magazines. Her proud catwalk, fortune and acrid treatment of anyone below her made the 37-year-old veteran a bona fide diva…what a pity.

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CSI Stella Bonasera recognized her from some covers hot off the New York newsstands, albeit a little differently than others. She parked her Rover just besides the bright yellow tape as her partner arrived. "I'd guess this is it." Detective Mackenzie, aka Mac, Taylor stepped out of his car, kit in tow and sarcastic grin on face. "What gave it away, genius?" Bonasera laughed. "The hundred or more paparazzi, the spur-of-the-moment memorials, I could go on." Taylor replied while the two met up with the police force.

Detective Donald "Don" Flack greeted them with a hand signal to usher the two CSIs through the mob. "Doesn't get any more glamorous than this. How're you guys doing?" "It's a bit early, Flack. What's the occasion?" Stella inquired. "Tina Percival's the occasion and I'll let the scene talk for itself." "Tina Percival, as in New York's new face for 2006? She's dead?" Bonasera inquired; this woman was in the high profile range. "The one and only. Only priors are for assault and battery on two personal assistants in 2004 and 2005." Flack answered, raising his eyebrows.

Up to the penthouse located near scenic Central Park and the CSI team saw he was referring to; the plush apartment was covered in bloody trails and puddles. "Even a Tarantino movie couldn't come up with this much blood." Mac commented as his partner entered the premises. "Wanna bet?" Danny Messer, fellow CSI, retorted while taking a picture. " Just saw 'Grindhouse' parts one and two on HBO; it's a pretty good contender to this place. The trail starts from the door and follows up to the master bedroom." "Which begs the question, how's the master bedroom?" the ex-Marine inquired. "If I told you, it would ruin the surprise." Messer coaxed with his kit.

Danny wasn't kidding when he meant; the room was immaculate, as if no violence had occurred in there save the bed. The bed sheets were lined with a neat puddle of blood, concentrated on the abdominal area. The response ME along with Sheldon Hawkes was already on scene taking notes when Bonasera tapped her shoulders. "Detective Bonasera, I assume." "You assume right; COD?" "Preliminary points to exsanguinations from a sharp object, probably a knife. Sid will have more details once we get the body to the lab." Dr. Alice Wendy, a rookie ME, replied.

"Up close and personal. What did you find, Hawkes?" Stella continued while taking pictures of the body. "Nothing other than a portable fountain of youth." The former medical examiner responded. "A what?" "You know: Botox, collagen, and for some reason, snake venom and an unknown vial of cream." Hawkes said, holding up a Versace makeup bag. Stella playfully winced, "That cream is mostly made of amniotic fluid." Sheldon gave Bonasera a rather disgusted look. "Hey, don't kill the messenger. Scientists found out that amniotic fluid supposedly stimulates activity in skin cells, accelerating repair for age damage. Snake venom oil acts like a natural Botox, paralyzes muscles that move somewhere you don't want them to."

Mac stopped cold for a second once he heard Stella's explanation. "I'm sorry, I'm in the wrong conversation. I'll be going now." "No, Stella and I were discussing beauty tips." Sheldon joked. "Like I said, wrong conversation. I'll check the master bath room for any poison."

The bath room, like the main bed room, was devoid of any blood but unlike its adjacent quarters, looked as if someone had raided it and tried to put it all back in it's place but ran out of time. Taylor noticed a slightly opened strong box, no forced entry. The detective tried to lift viable shoeprints but no go. Who breaks in, kills a person, raids their personal belongings but takes nothing? Mac thought as he examined the strong box closer.

This idea was proved wrong as a torn manila envelope appeared and its items gone. "Someone went through a lot of trouble get whatever was in here." Taylor said to himself as he sealed the envelope. A scan of the room and the CSI left to rejoin his coworkers outside.

As they processed the rest of the master bedroom, the team found no signs of a break-in but there were of a struggle; misplaced items strewn across the floor along with some papers and photo proofs. The pictures themselves had a watermark that read Avant Garde along with matching serpent-and-dove logo.

"Looks like we found Ms. Percival's agency; let's give them the bad news." Mac announced as he packed up the bathroom evidence. "Something tells me they're not going to miss her too much." Stella retorted while taking some pictures of the bed table; the surface was laden with tabloids and nighttime facial cream. "This woman clearly has an obsession with herself."

A quick session over at the kitchen revealed nothing out of the ordinary for the victim except maybe an uncorked bottle of wine. "Found this; might give us some prints." Danny stated as Sheldon allowed the ME to take the body away. "Pack it and send it to Fingerprint; we have a full day's worth of work ahead." Bonasera ordered, finishing up her end and praying that there was enough coffee on the machine to at least get the preliminaries done.