Decided to repost this fic, cuz I myself do like it…and I have this fear that my comp. is gonna crash…and I just want it archived somewhere…"how to not sound like a narcissistic.."
Author's note: Just a little side idea that popped into my head. My first attempt in developing a personal side to the characters… I only know so much about them, so I'll fill in the blanks as best as I can. So um yea! Please review… the feedback helps!
Read On!
PS: This fic starts in a scene that I created in "Deviant Behavior" Sara, Grissom and Det. Vega are interviewing a college student at UNLV. (It's not really necessary to read the other fic…) but I thought I would let you guys know that this scene does have a "reference" And YES, some things are different.
Right… on to the story!
"Do you know where you went?" Grissom jumped in. Mike paused. A cellphone rang. The three looked down at their phones. Mike remained motionless.
"It's me," Sara answered, unhooking the phone from its clip. "Hello?" she asked walking away. The three men watched her leave. Grissom returned to looking at Mike.
"Do you remember where you went last night Mr. Halstrom?" he pressed. Mike reverted his gaze back to the older man.
"Um-across town, to this party, out around Mayberry," he answered, rubbing his neck.
"How did you know about this party?" Vega asked. Mike glanced up at him, then looked at the ground.
"The girl that threw it…Susie; we're good friends," he finished. Vega looked at Grissom.
"Are you serious? Sure I'll help ya out," Sara continued with her conversation. Vega and Grissom through her an irritated look. She didn't notice, her back was facing them; she was looking out on to the football field.
"How'd you break your arm?" Vega asked, trying to keep the discussion going. Mike looked down at his arm, encased in the red cast. He nodded back towards the field.
"Flag Football," he answered shrugging. Vega gave a slight smile.
"I didn't think it was that rough." Mike chuckled.
"Not usually. Only when you piss off the wrong people… things get a little out of control," he answered, smiling.
"Mike do you know who this is?" Grissom asked, handing Mike a picture of Elizabeth taken about a month before she died. Mike studied the picture for a few moments.
"Yea-It's a deal. Yea—K. Bye," Sara finally finished her conversation. She looked up to find Grissom looking over at her. He raised his eyebrows in an annoyed look. She put her phone back on the clip and walked back to the group.
"Finished?" he whispered, with an edge to his tone. Before she could reply, Mike finally answered.
"Yea—we've met a few times before, at parties and stuff. Why?" Sara turned her attention to their suspect.
"Do you know her name?" Vega asked, trying to get to the point. Mike stared at him.
"We never got around to names," he deadpanned. Vega frowned.
"But you've seen her before," Grissom noted.
"Yea—here and there. I think we were in the same class once, but it was awhile ago," he paused. "Is something wrong?" The three looked at each other.
"Mike—this girl, Elizabeth Delaney, was found dead in Susie O'Connell's backyard last night, and we're-" Sara started. Mike gave a horrified look. "We're trying to figure out who did it."
"Oh my god.
"Do you know of anybody who would want to hurt Elizabeth?" Grissom asked. Mike shook his head.
"No, I mean, I don't know. I didn't really know her that well," Mike pleaded. There was a moment of silence.
"But you knew who she was," Vega stated. Mike nodded.
"So, you were never involved with this girl?" Grissom questioned. Mike paused, composing himself. He looked back up at Grissom, with a slight smile on his face. He shook his head.
"No. She wasn't my type,"
"What do you mean by that?" Vega interjected.
"She was—I don't know—not my type of woman," Mike shrugged. Vega gave a smirk. Mike didn't see it. He handed the picture back to Grissom.
"I prefer brunettes anyways," he said, glancing at Sara for a moment, then back at Grissom. Sara continued to stare, with a blank look on her face, but a small smile escaped. She bit her lip to try to hide it, but it was to no avail. Grissom looked down at the picture, and gave a slight nod—as if in agreement. Then he realized what Mike had actually said—he quickly glanced at his partner, and did a slight double take after seeing her face. He glared at Mike. Mike didn't notice, he was busy tossing his socks into his bag.
"Do you live on-campus Mike?" Vega asked, trying to change the conversation.
"No, I a, rent an apartment about five minutes from campus. Over on Addison." Vega jotted that down. "Do you know who did it?" he questioned the two scientists.
"Well, that's what we're trying to figure out," Grissom answered, tossing a glance over at Sara. Mike switched his gaze to Sara.
"Since you went to that party, we're gonna need a sample of your DNA," she directed him, holding up a swab.
"Hmm, ok. As long as it helps," he answered, scratching his neck.
"Open," she ordered him. He smiled. She gave him a 'look'. He opened his mouth. She quickly swabbed the inside of his cheek.
Once she was done, she capped the evidence and placed it in her briefcase. He watched her do this. Grissom fixed a stare on him.
"We're almost done right?" Vegas asked the two. Mike looked expectantly at all three of them.
"Yea, I just need his footprints," Sara said fishing out the large plastic sheets. "Stand up," she commanded him. He did so. "Lift your right foot."
"Your right or mine?" he asked playfully. She looked up at him, giving him a aggravated look.
"Yours," was all she said. Grissom managed a tiny smile.