I must apologize for the profiles and lack of action in this first chapter but I figured readers would need to know about the OC's in this. The Vegas crew will show up, just not now and no, the OC's won't be with and of the Vegas CSI's. And please, please, please be nice. Tis' my first CSI fic.
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Brianna McCarthy
Age: 27
Info: Specializes in 'strange' wounds and weapons. Because she's traveled so much, she has amassed a collection of rare and odd weapons from around the world and uses them all in reference for cases. Because she was raped in college, she doesn't work rape cases fearing she may get too involved.
Marital Status: Hadn't dated since college until recently.
Damian King
Age: 43
Info: Damian was just recently promoted to head of the investigation unit which means he stills knows his people pretty well. With a fairly upbeat personality, it takes a lot to make him angry. But when angered, there's hell to pay. He's very close to Brianna but sees her merely as a friend.
Marital Status: Married.
Tarshen Fujiyama
Age: 25
Info: The resident lab 'techie', Tarshen can definitely be classified as an odd one. Born in Tokyo, but raised in the U.S., he sports bleach blond dreadlocks, when his hair is actually black. He rooms with Brianna in an apartment and loves to antagonize her. He respects Damian wholeheartedly.
Marital Status: Dating Aisha Parks
Michael Murphy
Age: 33
Info: As one of the older CSI's, he also doubles as a profiler, working briefly with the FBI. From working so long, he often has to make sure he isn't already picking a murderer with the first suspect. At times, he tends to make assumptions and seem snobbish but he truly is a good person though he butts heads with Brianna often.
Marital Status: Widowed with a 10 year old son
Aisha Parks
Age: 26
Info: The only other female, and one of few African Americans, in the building, she has a buoyant personality and connections with the gangs of the city, once being in a gang herself. Specializing in blood spatter, she especially likes to try and re-create whatever spatter she's found. She loves to try and set Brianna up with someone but usually backs off.
Marital Status: Dating Tarshen Fujiyama
It was a gruesome crime scene, one most investigators never wanted to see. And it almost seemed to defy the laws of physics too.
"Boyfriend found her trussed up like this and called the cops. Said he was too freaked and didn't even go into the room the body's in. That call was at 7:17 am."
Damian King only nodded to the officer who nodded in return and left. Pushing graying brown hair out of hazel eyes, the older man walked into the house crawling with officers and headed towards the room where he knew the body lie… or more appropriately, hung. An older man in his mid forties, Damian was the recently appointed head of the Chicago Crime Lab.
Carefully walking lest he disturb evidence, Damian made his way to the back room were a young woman was already standing. Coffee brown hair was pulled back in a long ponytail and though he could not see it in the dark, he knew the khaki and green shirt clad woman had green eyes.
"What's holding her up, Brianna?" He spoke softly, eyeing the naked body.
A once pretty woman was now a bloody mess. Ligature marks on her wrists, neck and ankles as well as thin but obviously deep cuts all over her body as well as seemingly curved stab wounds. Her head was tilted back a gag in her mouth. The most perplexing was the fact that she seemed to just be suspended in mid air in a room with absolutely no furniture at all.
A soft sigh and Brianna McCarthy turned to face him. "What's holding her up is a nasty little weapon known informally, I think, as garrote wire. Thin enough not to be seen by the naked eye at times but sometimes strong enough cut through limbs."
"And the curved wounds?" He prompted his weapons expert.
A shake of her head. "I need a better look."
"You think we can get her down without destroying the wire, her, or evidence?"
"Not without someone getting cut by an unseen wire."
"Wonderful." Came the dry response. "Just get Aisha in here with you, have Tarshen log this in the files, gather what you can, the figure out how to get this damn body down."
"Yes sir."
"Poor girl…" Aisha murmured, snapping pictures of the blood drops and splatter around the room.
"Yep, but life's a bitch." The black woman looked over where Brianna was crouched, looking closely at the wires attached to the wall… somehow.
"And so are you. You're point?"
Brianna just turned to smirk at the other woman and before a smart comment could pass her lips, her cell phone rang. "McCarthy here. Oh, hey Tarshen. Really? So soon? Where? Okay. Okay… yeah. Call him. Keep us posted… yeah, bye."
Aisha paused, raising and eyebrow and lowering her camera. "What was that about? You seeing my boy behind my back?" Seeing her friend's expression remain solemn, she frowned. "What?"
"Tarshen entered the case profile."
"And…?"
"He's got a match."
"What, is it between cities?"
"Hun, this is now between states. Same type of vic, profile and murder scene was found in Las Vegas Nevada."
Aisha blinked once, then twice. "Well shit."
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or anything affiliated with CSI. And I would like to add, I am no CSI myself and any mistakes on the 'acting' of the characters or their actions are purely because I am not… a CSI.