First-time writer here :) Thanks for giving the story a shot, I hope you stick with it, and let me know what you think!

As an FYI - the original character in this story has no relation to the Kaye Shelton case in the real CSI. The last name was a coincidence and I didn't realize it until I had several chapters posted. Sorry!

Also, for this chapter and all those that follow, I don't own CSI or their characters. If I did, I wouldn't be a poor little student!

Sara swung open the door to the break room's mini fridge, pushing aside jars full of gooey, slimy substances to locate the jug of milk at the back of the shelf. She poured a bit into her coffee as someone from the doorway said her name. She turned to face Warrick, who had a pile of papers in hand.

"Hey," she said, smiling at him as she stirred her coffee. "What's up?"

"We got him."

Sara gaped at him.

"You found Luke Shelton?"

Warrick nodded.

"He's in interrogation with Brass right now," he said.

"Well, let's go," Sara said, abandoning her coffee and striding past Warrick to the small questioning room.

"Sara," Warrick said before they entered, grabbing her elbow. "You're, um… you're here to observe. Brass and I will ask all the questions."

"What?" Sara said, looking confused and a little hurt. "Says who?"

"Grissom," Warrick answered gravely.

Sara turned away from him in frustration.

"C'mon," Warrick said softly. "I'll handle it for the both of us."

The two entered the room and took seats across the table from a huge, burly Luke Shelton.

"Luke Shelton," Brass said, leaning against the table. "You've been a difficult man to find."

"I was on vacation," Luke responded gruffly.

"Convenient," Brass said. "So. Luke. Got a question for you. Where do you work out?"

Luke glanced at his lawyer, who gave an approving nod.

"Fitness Galaxy. Why?"

"But you used to go to Competitive Athletics," Warrick cut in. Switched about… two weeks ago?"

"Yeah. So?"

"I'm sure you've heard of the missing women," Brass continued. "Three of them, kidnapped, raped and murdered, all within the last two weeks."

"Saw them on the news," Luke said. "What is this all about?"

"Christina Hall," Warrick said, placing a photograph on the table. "Went to Fitness Galaxy. As did Amber Jones and Mallory Green. They were all found with their gym membership cards cut into pieces."

Luke responded with a clueless look.

"Let me fill you in," Brass said. "You and Christina Hall met at a casino, two weeks ago. You flirted, she wasn't interested. Wouldn't give you her number, or even let you pay for her drink. So when she pulled out her wallet, you saw her gym card. Decided to… stalk her a little?"

"You have no evidence of that," Luke's lawyer cut in.

"We have your client, with the vic, on casino surveillance tape," Warrick said, placing more photographs on the table.

"Proves merely that he was there."

"And it's just mere coincidence that he switched gyms right after meeting Christina Hall," Brass said. "And coincidence that he ran into Amber Jones and Mallory Green?"

"Can you prove that?"

"Look, you have a history of sexual assault," Warrick said. "We know you had contact with Christina, and eyewitnesses at the gym say they've seen you around Amber and Mallory. That doesn't look good, man."

"Circumstantial," the lawyer said, now looking bored and frustrated. "You no physical evidence that puts my client at any of the three crime scenes, and other than his gym of choice, nothing against him as a suspect. We're leaving."

She pushed back her chair.

"Warrick," Sara muttered, elbowing him.

"Sara, she's right, we have nothing substantial to hold him on," Warrick whispered back. "We have to let him go."

Warrick collected his papers and followed back to the door before he realized his colleague wasn't behind him.

"Sara."

"I'll… catch up to you."

Warrick shot her a warning look, but followed Brass out the door.

"What," Luke spat at Sara, giving her a once-over as she observed him.
"I know you killed those women, Luke," she said evenly. "I just can't prove it. Not yet. But I promise you, I will. I will not sleep or eat until I find what I'm looking for. I will get you."

In a sudden motion, Luke started towards her and shoved her away from him. The observing police officers responded quickly, grabbing him and pulling him away from her.
"Not if I get you first," he said with a nasty look.

The officers escorted Luke from the room, and Warrick entered as they passed.

"What the hell was that?"

"Did you hear that?" Sara asked, ignoring him. "Those three women… they were all tall brunettes, same profile as me."

"That doesn't prove anything, Sara," Warrick sighed.

"I know he did it, Warrick," Sara said. "And you do too. You just don't want to prove it."

A/N This isn't my first story, but it's my first attempt at a CSI fic. Let me know what you think, and suggestions are welcome! Thanks :)