"Nick and Angelle"
I'd been a CSI in Vegas for a while, so you know, I thought I'd seen everything. I thought I'd seen all the different types of homicides. Murder-suicides, rape-murder,
Shootings, gang shootouts, rumbles. You know the rap. So yeah, I thought I'd seen it all.
But when it came to this case, I had no idea what I had gotten myself into.
"Nick, would you mind getting a move on?" I hurriedly tied my boots, and began pulling on my Forensics wind-breaker.. "Nick… Grissom's gonna have your…." I interrupted her " I know Sara….I'm hurrying…" Ya see, Sara is a good CSI, but she can get slightly irritating..
We had another case.
These cases were the saddest. A sixteen year old girl had been killed in small suburban house in North Vegas.
Sara impatiently tapped the toe of her black boots…. "Alright, Alright…I'm coming"
Sara decided that I took too many chances when I was the one driving, and she didn't want to be the one autopsying my body. So instead of arguing with her, and being given the silent treatment over the entire case, I left her to drive, and I quietly accepted the passenger seat.
"Now Nick," Sara kept driving, and looking at the road. " I'm going to warn you, this is going to possibly the hardest case you've ever had to deal with…"
" Come on Sara, it can't be that bad , I mean you've…" "Seen the cases you've worked? Yeah, Nick I've only been your partner for almost ever case you've ever worked on in Vegas."
" I'm telling you….Just….Just keep your cool, ok? I don't want you loosing it."
" Trust me Sara, I never loose my cool"
Looking back on that day now, I realise, I'm not as tough as I thought I was…
I guess people are only meant for a certain level of homicides… Some are easier to handle than others…
I guess I wasn't made to handle these types of cases.
I guess…
Sara deftly pulled the Taurus into the parking space in front of the little house.
"Well, here we are…Now remember Nick…" "I know, I know, don't loose my cool"
I opened the door, and was greeted by a semi-sweet smell. Rather feminine, and kind of……well…… intoxicating..
I walked into the bed room, and the scent changed from intoxicating, to nauseating.
The metallic smell of blood mixed with the feministic perfume.
Every time I think of it, I can still smell it… It's a haunting fragrance. A fragrance of Innocence, cut down before it even had chance to find a first love. A fragrance of utter,
And complete hatred. A smell, that as long as I live, I will never forget.
The sight alone was enough to make a grown man loose his cool…Even I, Nick Stokes,
Was about to officially loose it…
This thought, I cannot get it out of my head! That sight…A sight so haunting, not even
The calming words of Catherine Willows, can get it out of my head.
I never want to see a sight…..so terrible, that it stays in my head like that again.
The terrible sight that greeted me, was of a girl, who looked no older than fifteen, Laying crossways on the otherwise neatly made queen bed. Crimson blood was Creating continually growing river of blood on the lavender comforter.
I guess I was staring at the vic, because I was then surprised by the slim hand of Sara Sidle, " Nick?" She shook my shoulder. " Nick, are you alright?"
I shook myself out of slight daze, at the horror of the cruelty that some cold-hearted criminal Would commit against a seemingly innocent high school girl…
It may have been --what seems like-- a long time ago, but I still can't help seeing that sight every single time I shut my eyes…That sight's so haunting, I can't stop seeing it.
"Nick, did you want me to process the bedroom so you…."
I shook my head. " No, I'm fine Sara."
Or so I thought
Note Italics what Nick's thinking looking back on it Bold what's happening in the story