Note: This story is created by me, based on the history of my RPG character at a CSI fan site. I put it here, in the CSI:Miami section, because it's set in Miami and because the main character Sam works there.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Miami character. I wish I did. I do own Sam and James, but I don't own Zora because she's the RPG character of someone else. Though I think that person won't mind I used her.
LIES
Prologue
Sam smiled at James, who sat next to her at the table.
James stroke a strand of Sam's hair behind her ear.
Morning sunshine created golden beams through the blinds.
"You already have to go?" James asked. Sam nodded.
"I guess so. Someone's gotta make a living" she answered.
"Hmm. Yeah. You're right" James laughed. Sam never seemed to wonder how he could afford his expensive lifestyle.
Sam picked up the breakfast plates and put them in the sink.
"Jimmy, will you put them in the dishwasher in a minute? I really gotta get prepared for work" she said, while she started to notice red droplets in the sink. "Jimmy, what are those red drops in the sink?"
James laughed again. Sam never liked his laughter. "Oh Sam, why are you so over-concerned? I cut myself yesterday; those damn kitchen knives never do what I want them to do. Nothing to be worried about."
Being an employee of the Miami-Dade Crime Lab, Sam should have noticed there were way too much droplets for someone who just cut his finger. And that James didn't have no cuts at all. She did indeed notice it. But she was too afraid of James to say something.