Double murder
Summary: The investigation of a murder appears to be more complicated than the CSI's originally thought. Especially after one of their own was attacked.
Note: This is my first CSI fanfiction story and I'm not sure I've done it well. I'll appreciate the reviews.
Horatio Caine walked out of his car, putting his sunglasses on. He stopped in front of a cute house, putting his hands at his waist. He observed the yellow tape that barriered the yard and house itself, a patrol car with the two uniformed officers chatting outside the building. With a corner of his eye he caught a sight of another car coming to stop near his hummer. Few minutes later Tim Speedle with his kit in one hand joined Horatio.
After a brief greeting the two CSI's walked toward the patrol officers.
"Good morning, sir." One of them said, turning to face Horatio. "I'm officer Milder. We got a call from neighbors an hour ago. They informed about the noise from the house that referred gunshots. We came as fast as we could, but the killer was already gone."
The three of them entered the house. By the first look nothing spoke about the occurred tragedy. The carpet on the floor was neatly swept, none of the clothes were out of order.
"The body is in the kitchen. Dr. Woods is already there."
Horatio nodded his thanks walking inside the kitchen. Speedle followed him, pausing near the kitchen door, examining what seemed to be a blooded fingerprint. Making a mental note to check it out later, he entered the kitchen. The body of a young woman dressed in the nightshirt was laying face down in a large pool of blood in the middle of the kitchen. All stuff there was massed, pieces of shuttered dishes covering the floor.
"Hi, Alexx." Speedle put his kit down, kneeling beside the ME, who was busy examining the body.
Alexx looked up, smiling warmly at him.
"Hello, Timmy. I'm almost done here. Right, sweetie? You was so desperate to run away..." She gently put the strand of hair away from the dead woman's face. "She was shot twice. From the close distance. After the autopsy I'll be able to tell more. But it looks as if she was running from her killer."
Alexx slowly stood up, taking her gloves of.
"Get pictures, Timmy. I'll go call boys. Let them take the body."
Speedle nodded, focusing his camera and taking few pictures of the body from different angles. When he was done, Tim stepped aside, letting the two man take the body out. They were familiar enough with a work, not to spoil any evidence around the victim.
"Bye, Timmy. Take care." Alexx called to Speedle. "Horatio." She nodded to the elder CSI, took her kit and left the room.
"Hey, Speed, check this out." Horatio called, examining a small hutch of ash.
"Looks like a cigarette'." Tim commented, taking few photos.
"See if you can identify this."
Speedle nodded, gathering the ash. Horatio's phone rang. After the brief chat Cain closed the phone and turned to Speedle.
"We got another crime scene. Eric is still at the court and Calleigh has a day off. I'll go check it out. So, you are on your own. When Eric is back from the court I'll call you."
Tim nodded. "I'll be fine here."
Horatio walked outside the building. For some unknown reason his heart was heavy. Putting his glasses on he got into his hummer.
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"You know, Lizzy went to see the doctor yesterday." Officer Milder confirmed into his partner, sounding exited. "We'll have a boy!"
"My congratulations!" The second officer snapped his back, huge grin spreading over his face.
The conversation went on for a few more minutes, but suddenly Milder noticed something with a corner of his eye. He unholstered his gun and turned toward the house.
"I think I saw someone. I'll go and check." He slowly walked toward the corner. Taking few deep steadying breaths Milder jumped out, both hands gripping the gun tightly. He was met by the strong blow to the side of his head. Gun falling from his hands, officer Milder was out cold even before his body hit the ground.
"Sam!" His partner rushed to his aid, taking out his own gun. But he had no chance to shot as a heavy metal pipe kicked the gun out of his hands and than knocked him out.
No one saw a figure of the tall athletic man dragging two bodies away.
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Unaware of the commotion outside, Speedle was examining the crime scene. He took few photos of the large pool of blood, left where the victim was laying, before taking samples. He than turned to the door, dusting the print which he had noticed earlier. It appeared to be the clear one. Nodding in satisfaction Tim walked toward his kit, bending over it, searching for the tape.
He never saw or heard the man who was stealthily entering kitchen, coming toward him with the already blooded metal pipe in his hands.
Finally sensing something amiss, Speedle straightened up, starting to turn around. That seemed to push the intruder into action. He swung his pipe bringing it down on CSI's back. Grunting in pain and surprise, Tim fell onto his knees, black spots starting to dance in front of his eyes. The second blow was aimed at his head, knocking him out. Speedle fell forward, missing the pool of drying blood by inches.
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Tim opened his eyes. A headache he had never experienced before was tearing his head apart accompanied by the strong nausea. First thing he saw after being able to focus his eyes a bit, was a poll of drying blood few inches from his face. His heart pounding, Speedle tried to remember what had happened to him. Surely he felt bad, but somehow he knew that this blood didn't belong to him.
Slowly his memories were coming back, taking their places in the puzzle, enabling him to remember what had happened. He was attacked while proceeding the crime scene!
Slowly, painfully lifting his had up Tim took a look around, or at least tried to for his sight was blurred and he felt the great desire to threw up. The man, dressed in black clothes was digging through Tim's own kit, probably looking for evidences. Suppressing a groan, Speedle put his hand on the holster, trying to get the gun out. He felt his fingers trembling. Every nerve in his body was tensed, his heart beating so loud, Speedle was surprised that the other man haven't heard it. He prayed that the man wouldn't notice his movement's.
But it seemed that luck had abandoned him for the time being. The attacker chose that moment to turn around. For a moment their eyes locked and then the stranger stormed up to Speedle. Tim doubled over from the strong kick to his ribcage, quickly followed by the one into his face. Already dizzy, Speedle tried to defend himself or at least to stay conscious, but that proved to be too much. The room was spinning around him, his vision was turning darker and darker, until he blacked out completely.
... TBC