Love is blind
Disclaimer: I own Nothing Dang!
Chapter 1: The Beginning
Disclaimer: I own Nothing Dang!
Chapter 1: The Beginning
It all started when I was called to a 419 in the projects right outside the strip, there had always been gangs in Vegas they just weren't popular.
Well anyway, the victim had been beaten to death, but then I noticed a group of kids late teens early twenties they were watching and observing me.
"Brass who are those kids?"
"KOB*K boys... there a gang" they all had dark purple and black on which was odd choice for gang colors if you ask me, they all had tattoos some more than others.
"KOB*K?" I had never heard of them before, and i knew the majority of gangs.
"Kill or be killed, there a gang of 'vigilantes' so if this guy has a past I have an idea where we should look" Brass said pointing to the group of the thugs.
"Clever name" I mocked though, it really was most gangs were named after her street or ethnicity.
"let's talk to them" most gangs run when police come these guys stuck around "hey fellas" they were very built street tough "do you know him" he said pointing to the body
"no sir... it be ashamed if such an upstanding member of society is killed for no reason but no I haven't seen him before how bout you fellas" they all shook their heads just then a much older more mature looking banger came out he had kob*k written on his jaw line and a dark purple star on his neck and some more arm his arms with dark blonde hair with hints of black he was cute in a bad boy kind of was. He was big and strong his eyes were the lightest blue I had ever seen.
"boys let the police do their jobs" he said his voice was strong and raspy a little quiet nice to listen to might I add. It made him sound very tough, his voice sounded like he had lost his voice and it was just coming back.
"Do you know him" I said
"no ma'am... I thought this was safe neighborhood" he was wearing a black dress shirt he was more clean cut then the other bangers except for his sleeves of tattoos.
"with your kob*k boys on patrol?" I mocked he just smiled.
"why when police only come after the problem I try to make sure that we don't have one... boy believe me having you pigs in my neighborhood doesn't make me feel any safer"
"Or you can't any money with us pigs around right bad for business" I was feeling cocky challenging a harden gang banger. His smile hid his anger not vey well but he didn't look to mad.
"I don't deal" he crossed his arms showing his confidence, meaning he really didn't have any or he hid then good.
"Let's make sure" Brass said as 2 uniforms put the banger against the wall "what's your name?"
"Jay Heldon officer you aint gonna find anything... What's your name?" the officers continued to search finding nothing.
"CSI Catherine Willows, well Jay... who would kill an innocent guy in your neighborhood"
"I don't know but if the guy had enemies, anything is possible Miss cate" Jay said pretending to be clueless another banger came out this guy was huge his hair was wild and he had a crosshair tattooed on his neck
"You need any help?" the big man said but Jay quickly dismissed him.
"no c'mon let's let them finish... Oh Miss Cate try not to stay to long this is a bad neighborhood,"
"it's Catherine, and are you threatening me?"
"of course not Miss Cate I'm just looking for a homie" he flashed a smile, they sat on a stoop watching us work every time I looked out there seemed to be more and more purple shirt guys outside.
Later I went back to the lab to run the victim's fingerprints Nick was already inside working with Warrick I watched them and the screen waiting for a hit and just then...
"their is a hit Patrick Keepsy was in for two counts of rape got out last summer" Grissom said
"Huh... so what does that mean?" I asked
"That means we have to go talk to the kob*k boys again"
"Actually I dropped samples off at DNA" as I walked over to prints "did you get a hit?"
"yea to a Tyler Heldon, one arrest for battery assualt and another for auto theft" I remembered the one banger, Jay Heldon, immediate I called brass and the kid was arrested I say kid because he was only 15 but he was a kob*k boy just by looking at him I could tell he was going to be tough. The streets age kids faster if it doesn't kill the first.