Title: Welcome Home
Author: Viggorrah
Pairings: GSR (look for it later)
Setting: During the late 7th Season (after Grissom's sabbatical); early 8th Season
Disclaimer: If I owned CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, do you seriously think I would be writing this? I would be writing screenplays, not Fan Fiction and meeting with William Petersen and the rest of the stars of the show. Who the hell do you think I am?
Rating: Was M at first, but is now T.
Summary: Everything starts off normally...
CHAPTER I
It was the beginning of yet another shift. Gil Grissom, the CSI Graveyard Shift Supervisor, and Sara Sidle, the tall brunette CSI, had a 419 to process in Henderson. The drive to the scene was relatively short; only about twenty-five minutes. Once the two CSIs had arrived, Grissom parked his midnight blue Denali as close to the yellow "Crime Scene" tape as he could. He and Sara both got out of the truck and grabbed their field kits from the backseat. They met the Homicide Captain, Jim Brass, about halfway to the house. Together, all three of them walked up to the red stucco, two-story house. After the pleasantries were exchanged between the three, Grissom got right down to business.
"So, what do you have for us, Jim?"
"Tony Talbot; Caucasian male; mid twenties. Single gunshot wound to the chest. Bullet ripped through the heart and, virtually, bled out. David pronounced TOD at about 6 p.m. yesterday. The maid of the house found him when she came by the house tonight. The body's upstairs in the master bedroom." Brass replied. (It was currently 1 a.m.)
"Alright. Sara, I want you to work downstairs while I go upstairs and examine the body." Grissom told Sara as they worked their way through the hoard of officers around the house. When they finally got through the front door, Grissom headed left towards the stairs and Sara kept going forward into the living room.
On the upper level, Grissom was just getting ready to process the body. 'Well, there's no doubt he bled out…' Grissom thought to himself as he scanned the master bedroom. There was a massive blood pool beneath the body. The body had a pair of black jeans on and a blue and white (well, used to be blue and white) Polo™ shirt on. He set down his silver field kit, opened it, and grabbed a pair of transparent latex gloves. After putting on the gloves, he got his camera out, crouched next to Tony Talbot's body, and started to work.
Back downstairs, Sara looked around the living room. It was a modest, middle-class living room. Nothing out of the ordinary; nothing misplaced or missing. 'I wonder what I should look for first…' She thought and, after thinking about what she had just said, shrugged. 'Anything that's useful towards the case I suppose.' She turned around and called Jim over.
"Did the maid mention anything about something that might have been missing or taken?" He shook his head.
"No, she didn't. We can go ask her, though. She's standing outside."
"No, it's ok. This doesn't look like a B and E, anyway, but I just thought I'd ask."
"You're sure you don't want to go ask her? It's not like we'd be bothering her or anything, Sara." Jim said with a smirk. She shook her head and smiled at him. "Well, ok. I'll be outside or upstairs. Call if you need me." With that, he walked away and left her to process the living room.
About three and a half hours later, Sara had collected some fingerprints off of some doorknobs and lots of photos of the whole downstairs level. By this time, there was only one officer, besides Brass, that was still at the scene. She hadn't heard anything from Grissom about the body or the top level, so she decided to head upstairs.
"Grissom?" she called when she got to the top of the stairs. "Where are you?"
"Last door on your right." Came his response. She walked to the room he had indicated and saw him crouching down, packing his equipment and evidence away.
"Did you find anything downstairs?" He asked as he turned to face her, still crouching.
"A few fingerprints, some footprints, and lots of fun photos." She answered with a shrug.
"Hey, it's better than nothing." He pointed out with a smirk.
"Yeah, I guess so. What did you find?"
"I found a few fingerprints and some hairs on the body. Besides that, nothing." He stood up and sighed. "Well, grab all the evidence you did find and load it into the back of my truck. I'm going to finish up in here and do the same. I'll be down shortly so we can get back to the lab to start processing." He pulled the keys from his pocket and handed them to her. She received the keys, headed out the master bedroom, and back downstairs. She gathered everything in her kit and went outside to Grissom's Denali. She popped the trunk and put her stuff inside. She waited down there for a couple of minutes and talked with Brass about the case. After their talk, Brass said his goodbyes and he, and the other officer, left. She decided to go help Grissom with his stuff. When she went back into the house, she heard some rustling in the upper level…
TBC