This is an old fanfiction I wrote and decided to post it now. Hope you like it. Oh and check out my other stories. Reviews are welcomed. Enjoy the story. Until next update!
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The Touch
I've felt so much pain in my life, the kind of pain that no one has ever felt. My childhood was far from normal. What could I have done? I did everything I could to live a normal life, normal childhood but I couldn't. Was it I? Did I do something wrong? No it wasn't what I did. It was not a burden that I had to carry with me for the rest of my life. It was a gift that allowed me to help other people. Little did I know that it would take me into a world that I have no intention to return to, a world of pain.
Las Vegas Crime Scene
"We got a triple murder. Brock Heyworth, 45, Betty Heyworth, 43, and Mary Heyworth, 17. Boyfriend, a Brett Connors, showed up to take out the daughter and found the family murdered."
"Did he touch anything?" Sara asked.
"No just the doorknob when he saw it was left unlocked."
"I'll check the perimeter," stated Sophia.
"Greg, search the first floor and I'll take the second story. Grissom is probably going to want to check the bodies," said Sara, "make sure you're thorough"
"Yes sir!" Greg saluted as he turned and walked into the kitchen. Sara just smiled as she watched Greg enter into the next room.
Sara then began searching for evidence as she climbed the stairs into the next room. She glanced at the pictures on the walls as walked down the hallway. 'They were happy, truly happy together and now this' she thought to herself. She kept walking until she noticed a metal object sticking out of the carpet.
"What is this?" Sara asked out loud to no one.
"I think its evidence," stated Grissom startling Sara.
"Uh Grissom when did you get here?"
"Just a few minutes ago. Greg told me you were up here."
"I thought you might want to check the bodies for evidence so I had Greg search for evidence downstairs. The girl's body is in her bedroom over there" pointed to the door down the hall.
"I could use your help in the bedroom." Sara looks up at Grissom "Processing the room, I mean." They walk into the room.
The girl is slumped over her dresser with her hairbrush thrown on the floor.
"She was getting ready when she was attacked" Sara stated in a soft tone.
"She might have also been placed there. Hence the little blood on the dresser."
Sara walks further into the room and finds a pool of blood on and around the girl's bed.
"I think you're right." Grissom walks over. "She was killed while she was sleeping."
"Which means that we have a lying boyfriend and a possible suspect."
Downstairs….
"So Sophia, how's it like working nights?"
"I'm getting use to it now."
"So what do you think about ….
"I think we should concentrate on processing the kitchen."
"Right.." Greg begins to look through the cupboards when he spots some blood dripping from one of the bottom cupboards. "Hey look at this!"
"What?" Sophia walks over to where Greg is and sees that a man has been stuffed in one of the cupboards.
"Guess this is where it all began." Stated Greg.
"Why go through the trouble of stuffing a man into a small cupboard and leave the other bodies out in the open?"
"Not enough time?"
"Maybe, but we have to let Brass know about the body. I'll go you stay here and finish up."
"Okay." Just as Sophia leaves, Sara and Grissom enter the room.
"Where did she go?" wonders Sara.
"She went to tell Brass about the other body."
"What other body?" questioned Grissom. Greg points to dead man in the cupboard.
"So we now have four bodies and a suspect."
"Suspect?"
"The boyfriend," stated Grissom.
LVPD Interrogation Room
"You told me that you were suppose to meet Mary at her house for a date is that right?" questioned Brass.
"Yes that's right."
"You're sure about that?" asked Grissom.
"Yeah why."
"Because that's not what happened is it?"
"Look I told you already….alright she didn't know that I was coming to her house."
"So what she told you that she didn't want to go out with you, maybe she broke it off with you the night before and you decided to get revenge. Killing her and her family."
"Of course I wouldn't, I cared about … I would never hurt her."
"Then why did you lie?" Grissom asked.
"I was confused before. I had just seen Mary dead. I couldn't think clearly. Can I go now?"
"You may go for now." A young woman with brown shoulder length hair hurriedly rushes to Brett.
"Brett, are you okay? I heard over the radio and I came right over here."
"I'm fine I just came to answer some questions. That's all."
"And who are you?" wondered Brass.
"I'm his sister, Brenda Connors. Is my brother free to go?"
"Yes Miss Connors."
"When did you cut yourself?" Grissom asked, noticing a cut on Brenda's hand.
"I don't know"
"Looks too deep to forget about."
"I work at a diner part-time I'm always getting cut. I'm rather clumsy. I must have cut my hand on a knife and didn't noticed."
"You should get that cleaned up."
"Yeah." Grabbing a handkerchief from her purse and wrapping around her hand as she turns to leave. That's when Grissom spots a piece of what looks like the same metal that Sara found near the girl's bedroom missing from the design of the purse.
"I have to get you home before mother worries about you." They leave.
"We might have another suspect."
"Two suspects and four murders good luck pal," said Brass "Call me when you need my help." He heads back to his office.