Big Slaughter.
A CSI story.
SYNOPSIS: Sara and Nick are subscribed against their will to the Big Brother's new edition. But the reality show turns into a nightmare when the people in the house begin being offed...
SPOILERS: General
RATING: R. For violence, foul language
DISCLAIMER: I don't own them. Did you believe that?
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is my response to the Big Brother, which could have better ratings this way! :) Just kidding...
Chapter 1 - Amanda.
"Tell me why we are doing this." Sara asked Nick.
"I already told you." he answered.
"Tell me *again*." She shot back.
"Greg was talking about the Big Brother. You kept mocking him, calling it "Big Brothel" and said you and I could do better than that. He subscribed us. We were chosen. We traveled here. We are now in the house." was the simple answer.
"Me and my big mouth..." Sara trailed off, stretching on "her" bed. Her purple tank top slid up, giving Nick a good sight of the girl's flat and beautiful stomach.
"Look at the bright side, Sara. We have some free time," he said leaning in to nuzzle her neck, "for ourselves."
"Yeah, and in front of the whole United States." she replied. "Nick, you already know I love youand all, but even in a "worst case" scenario, and believe me I have experience with those, I'd thought about my parents finding out I have a boyfriend through TV."
"Well, it could be worse." Nick smiled broadly.
"And exactly how?" the leggy brunette asked.
"It could be the evening news."
Sara mock-hit him with a pillow and was about to kiss him when a scream erupted from the confessional.
They ran there, where were also the other inhabitants of the "House", Josh, your typical blond haired, blue eyed arrogant jock, Lana, a funny and friendly brunette, Sean, brown-haired, dark-eyed and mild-mannered, Piper, a redhead with a lot of self-unassurance, Alan, brunet, green eyes and seemingly trust issued, and Joan, also known as the Blonde Bitch by the voters at home, which held a pale Nate, brown hair in disarray and a lot of fear in his brown eyes, in a way Sara could only describe as predatory.
"What happened?" Nick asked.
Nate said "Amanda... she... she is... dead..."
"Nate," said Sara taking him away from Joan the Blonde, "have you touched anything?"
"The doorknob," was the answer in a fear-stained voice, "and her neck to look for a pulse, but there wasn't any."
"Back to work, I fear." said Nick to her.
"But who it is?" Josh asked.
"Josh, we don't know who did it." Sara said, looking intently at the blonde on the seat, her head in an impossible angle. "But we can say it's nobody from outside. Remember, we are locked here since five days ago. And during this time nobody came in."
"You're saying the killer is one of us?" asked Lana, fear creeping into her voice.
"We aren't." Nick said. "The evidence is."
TBC