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Chapter 1: Murder
In the streets of LA a body lay on top of a car, drenched in blood. It looked like a suicide, because of tall buildings and the back-landing. The dead boy looked to be in his early 20s and his stained, black shirt spoke of a Rolling Stones concert from '85.
The impact on the car made sure to leave its marks on the body, a fractured arm and dislocated knee were the facts of it.
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It was 4 in the morning and the streets were quiet, maybe too quiet, when the investigators arrived at the scene. "A woman heard a loud thud and found the body, she lives on the 4th floor at number 215. She had seen it through her window on the streets sight and called the police, who sent me and I called you. Bodies' yours." The agent, an officer around his mid 40s, explained to the men of the crime scene lab.
"Thank you, Officer Vega. Your duty is over now, have a good night rest. We might contact you for more information though.
"The teams leader, Derickson said. "We'll contact you about the continuation of the investigation. Gibson, time of death?"
"He's been dead for at least 3 hours sir, which puts time of dead between 12:30 and 1 AM." Gibson replies with a cheeky grin. He loves investigating the bodies. It's a bit concerning, that he loves his job so much. Though the young man, late 20s, had just finished his study and started working for the CSI LA. His love will slowly subdue to a less concerning state, as long as he still does his job.
Now the team was at the scene, Officer Vega had no point to be there. His duty ended 10 minutes ago and he decided after the concluded time of dead, it was time to head home. "Good luck on the case, gentleman. Have a good night" and walked towards his car. Back to the Vega residence.
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"Gibson, cause of dead?" A woman asked once she stepped through the glass slide door of the moratorium. Her brown, curled hair and grey eyes complimented her tan skin. Lines around her eyes were from squinting into the light and smiling. The nameplate explained she was chief of the whole lab. 'Inspector Flora'
"Ah common Janice, give me time, I'm not as fast as lightning." Gibson plead. His skin was blank with freckles, a bit childish to most. And his black hair and brown eyes gave him a playful look. Especially when he playfully pleaded to one of his colleagues.
"Gibson, its 8 in the morning. You're faster than 4 hours and this one shouldn't be too hard. Now tell me, pretty boy." the woman, who now stood next to the body, observing every curve, smiled. Slightly amused by the fact that Gibson was one of the few colleagues who acted happy on the early mornings.
"Yes ma'am! Well, it is because his heart stopped beating, he died." Gibson said showing his signature grin.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious. And now the more detailed version please" a mild amused laughter escaped Janice's lips.
"Alright, sit straight, be ready, here we go. The young fella, Thomas Dean West, was pushed of the roof, I assume because these bruises in the form of a hand were inflicted around his time of death. And landed on top of a car, causing him to die immediately after impact. Further damage was done by a fractured left arm and dislocated right leg. Also the blood vessels on his back were cut thanks to the glass of the cars front window. Which was an Audi A1, 2010 edition. Lovely car, too bad it didn't survive the impact." Gibson trailed of talking about his hobby for cars, but after a sigh of disappointment he continued "Shirt of Stones concert was stained with blood, has been sent towards the investigators above. And further nothing, cause of death, impact onto the car."
"Very well, did you run a tox~" Janice wasn't given the chance to finish as Gibson, again, rambled on.
"1,3 promile on alcohol. And nothing more. Just that he'd been drinking before ending on top of that car. And before you ask. Those scars on his wrist are from self-harm. Old faded scars and freshly adapted scars. Has nothing to do with his death."
"Sounds good to me, great job Boy Gibson." and with that Janice walked back to the glass slide door, smiling on the fast work of the young mortician.
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"Who's cell phone was that?!" Sikowitz yelled once he heard the school bell of Hollywood Arts.
"Its the school bells, sir!" the always Bubbly Cat Valentine replied.
"Oh, class dismissed then." Sikowitz said a bit confused, he took a sip of his coconut. The class left pretty quick until two certain classmates were the last to leave for lunch. "Jade West, Tori Vega, I have to talk to you two."
"Sikowitz, Why?!" Jade grunted in disappointment... She wanted to eat lunch and to prove her point her stomach growled. Tori gives a slightly confused look at the sound, but focused back on their teacher. "Sikowitz, what's up?"
A silence occurred and both girls looked at each other, confused. Sikowitz started pacing on his little stage. That is, until he jumped of the loud scowl. "SIKOWITZ" Jade's tone was filled with annoyance and she tapped her feet on the ground, very impatient.
"Uh, oh, yes, well." Sikowitz takes a deep breath, he was strange, but never this strange.
"Tell us what's going on." The younger Vega now starting to feel annoyed too.
"Tori, your father called to tell you to keep watch over Jade these couple of weeks. You must stay at her house too" Sikowitz finally explained.
"WHAT?!" Jade certainly knew that she heard that wrong.
"You heard me, Jade."
"Not gonna happen, not in a million years"
"Thomas Dean was found dead this morning."
"What?" the usual harsh voice of the goth softened. That wasn't true. It couldn't be.
"He was found dead on top of a car... I'm sorry for your loss." Sikowitz, being terrible at supporting people through their grieve, chose to escape through the window on the left side of the stage. Leaving the latina with the goth alone in his class room.
Jade trembled and fell to her knees. Soft sobbing made itself hearable. "This cannot be true. This is a bad joke" she didn't want to believe Sikowitz, but it was none the less true. What should she do now?! He takes care of her and her little brother. Well, he did. She can't do such. "Why." a grieving cry escaped as she stared at the floor in front of her. Make-up lost its form and dripped downs her cheeks.
Tori, who was shocked and unsure of what she should be doing, now kneeled next to Jade and wrapped her arms around the shaking girl. "Oh god, I'm so sorry." the latina said, she couldn't believe how horrible the goth must feel.
Tori pulled Jade into a tight hug and was accepted. "I'll be here for you, okay?" she whispered in the goth's ear. Who only nodded. The pale girl pushed her face into the crook of the latina's neck and cried. Her older brother had died.
AN/ I've been so off the radar D: Woohh. haha. I am really bad at updating shit so, my bad.
What to do, what to do. Well here's a story.. Jori shipping, bla bla bla. Uhm. review if you want. Guess I'll see ya'all later