Chapter 1 New CSI
The day started off normal in Miami; sunny with a slight breeze to the west. Inside Miami Dade crime lab the CSI's worked on a triple homicide, someone or something had killed a suburban family of three.
Not the normal crime. It's usually the parents that kill the kids and spouse… Alexx mused. Calleigh walked through the door just as the thought finished, Her 7 inch heels making a tap tap tap on the floor as she walked. She stood on the other side of the table, opposite Alexx
"Hey, Alexx, what do ya got?" Calleigh asked, a Southern drawl accenting her voice.
"Jon and Marlin Oplical and their 2 year old sweet heart, Christy. Jon was stabbed multiple times in the torso and shot in the ear, gave him a clean through and through. Marlin was strangled and stabbed in the back, and their 2 year old, Christy, was hung and shot in the torso right through the belly button." Alexx sighed.
"How could anyone kill a 2 year old, especially one that cute?" Calleigh asked angrily with just a touch of sadness tinting her words.
Just as Alexx opened her mouth to answer the door opened, and in walked a young girl. She looked as though she couldn't be a day over 15.
But looks can be deceiving. She wore a low cut white shirt with had buttons going down at an angle between her breasts, covered by a black sweater and a pair of long black pants. She wore a pair of black-and-hot-pink soled Gucci 9 inch heels which covered her toes and ankles, and extra large gold hoops touched her shoulders, complimenting her blond hair and slender figure perfectly. Her blue eyes twinkled as she smiled and she let a set of perfect white teeth show.
"Hey, I'm look'n for an Alexx Woods?" The girl said. She too had a slight southern accent.
She waited patently at the end of the table where she could face both Alexx and Calleigh. Her eyes darted from Calleigh, then to Alexx, then to the body on the table and read the label.
Jon Oplical
Then her eyes continued to scan the body, coming to rest at the hair where she noticed a few thin fibres. She decided to say nothing assuming that the M.E, Alexx --whichever one she was-- had already sent some to trace. Finally, she looked up and said:
"So which one of you is Alexx?" Her voice impatient.
"You can't be down here, authorized personal only. And who wants to know who Alexx is?" Alexx, of course, asked.
"OK. One, if I'm not allowed down here as a detective or the crime lab then she shouldn't be here ether." The girl nodded towards Calleigh
"And second, I want to know who she is because I was sent to get some files from her that Horatio wants." The girl, who was now getting very angry, was staring at Alexx with such an intense glare that it made Alexx suddenly feel uncomfortable.
Calleigh and Alexx looked at each other, so surprised that the girl at the end of the table thought that she had grown an extra arm.
After what seemed like an hour Alexx looked at her, smiled and said:
"I'm Alexx. These must be the files you're looking for." Alexx reached over to her tray and picked up a file that read:
CASE # 1965823842. It was thick, about 56 pages long.
"Thank you. Was that so hard?" The young girl asked with a very sarcastic tone in her voice.
She turned to leave but didn't even get out the door when she was cut off by Alexx.
"Before you go… you said you were a detective. What's your specialty, and your name?" Alexx asked, curious.
"Ballistics, underwater recovery and trace. My name… it's Anna. Can't give ya my last name though, because… well, because." Anna replied and turned on her heels to leave again when a soft southern voice cut her off yet again.
"You said your specialty was ballistics, underwater recovery and trace. But we already have a person for each of those areas. Why are you here? In Miami I mean." Calleigh said with more drawl than necessary.
Anna simply smiled and walked way with a tap tap of her heels. She hit the elevator button and asked herself
"Why did that blond seem so familiar?" Anna, on her ride up the elevator, recreated the woman in her mind. Simple black heels about 7 inches high, a green silk top with a matching pendant, long black sleeved sweater buttoned up half way and bright green eyes…
Ding
Anna jumped, not realizing that she was at the CSI floor already. She got off the elevator and walked over to Horatio's office. Anna knocked lightly and she heard Horatio say, "Come in". Carefully, Anna stepped in and smiled.
"Here are those files you wanted. Sorry it took so long, the people down there can't seem to answer a question without asking 14 more." She sighed and handed Horatio the files. Turning on her heels to leave Horatio stopped her with a question.
"Did you meet Calleigh?" His question was subtle and he wanted an answer.
"Maybe there was a blonde there that could have been her; she never introduced herself, southern though." Anna replied simply.
Horatio nodded yes.
"Yep, that was her. Eric Delko is the Cuban man, Natalia Boa Vista is the dark brunette, Alexx well, you meet here already and Tripp is the larger officer. You'll see him here once in a while." Horatio filled Anna in on the people in the lab and its history.
"Got it." Anna said and smiled one of her ear to ear smiles.
She turned to leave and did so successfully. Anna thought to herself that, if that was Calleigh, then that would make sense why she wanted to know why she was here. Anna did, for one, know that Calleigh was the ballistic expert and Eric was their underwater guy.
Anna headed out to get a coffee in the break room. When she got there and went to enter the room, but when she pulled on the door it wouldn't open. She pulled harder and sighed. Maybe it was closed.
Suddenly, a man came and asked:
"Need some help, Cal?" He said with a laugh in his voice.
Anna for one didn't get the joke and why he called her that. But it took her by surprise that someone offered her help. She stood there for just a moment's pause, and then turned around, looking right into a big strong chest with obvious six pack. She noted he had very nicely toned arms. Then Anna realized he was Cuban. She looked up and saw a handsome man with large brown eyes, a very nice nose and a much defined jaw line.
"Ummmm." She was speechless. Not often did she come to work and find an extremely hot guy working there.
"Yes. Is there another door to the break room? Also why did you call me Cal?" Her mouth was dry. And that was odd; she never got a dry mouth around a cute or hot guy.
"No, this is the only door and… well… it's a push door not a pull door. I thought you were someone else." He looked at her with his large dark brown, almost black eyes.
"Long shift? I mean, the night shift must be hell. You got to work the triple homicide." He stopped and looked at her.
"Ummm… no just a rough day that's all. I'm not on night shift." Anna turned, went into the room and grabbed a cup of black coffee.
"Sorry, never seen you around here. That's all." He said and smiled.
Anna was now completely lost for words. She smiled and shrugged.
"I'm new here. It happens a lot when I switch units." Anna told Eric with an excess of drawl on her sentence.
Eric looked at her, puzzled, and then something hit him. That smile was the same ear to ear grin as the one Calleigh gave. Eric though that he was going crazy. He knew that Calleigh had a signature grin and no one had the same grin, unless she had a daughter. He laughed at the thought that Calleigh could possibly have a daughter.
"Love your smile. Hope you have a good rest of the day here." Eric said, walking off.
Anna, who had now turned bright red, was smiling from ear to ear.
Damn he's hot. She thought to herself. No way could I get him. Not in a million years.
The next morning, Horatio had called Anna to go to the morgue and get the bullets from Alexx, then give them to Calleigh. In total there were 2 little 9 mill rounds. Anna walked to the elevator and checked her reflection on the shinning silver doors as she waited.
Looks good to me. She thought as the elevator dinged. She got on and straightened her yellow shirt; made of a soft, silk-like fabric that had a low, wavy cut cleavage. The elevator reached the CSI floor and she got out of the elevator and walked over to the ballistics lab, her heels making a click click on the floor. She reached the ballistics lab and stood in front of the door reading
CSI Detective C. DuCaine Ballistics
Anna breathed in and exhaled heavily. Eric, meanwhile, walked up silently behind her. He put a perfect, large brown hand on he shoulder and made a comment
"You can go in you know. She won't bite." He commented.
Anna turned to look at him with the glare she gave people when she was only slightly mad with someone, as opposed to the death glare she gave people when she was insanely pissed. Or any of the glares in-between minor and extremely pissed off.
"I know I just don't want to get her mad. I mean she is in a lab full of guns and weapons." She added sarcastically, along with the grin she gave people when they made comments like that, one eyebrow raised and a crooked one-side-up grin with a single lowered.
"Go in then." Eric stated with just a little too much entertainment in his voice
Anna gave him a 'getting annoyed' grin and entered the lab. She looked for Calleigh and finally spotted her in the corner cleaning her gun.
Calleigh was wearing a pair of 6 inch heels, light blue top with white pants and a pair of simple diamond studs and a gold bracelet. She had her light golden blond hair down straight and down her back. Anna swallowed, thinking that Calleigh didn't like her too much.
"Pardon me, Miss DuCaine. I have the bullets for you to process." Anna said with a shaky voice and a little southern drawl.
"Why do you think that I'm CSI DuCaine?" Calleigh asked with a southern accent matching the one that Anna put on her statement.
Anna suddenly realized that that might not have been the person she was looking for.
"Oh umm… sorry I thought that you were CSI DuCaine because of the door. But she must have an assistant, I mean the most highly respected ballistic CSI in Florida she must. Sorry again. Could you tell me where to find CSI DuCaine?" Anna said with the most embarrassment that her voice would let her have.
"I'm CSI DuCaine, and no, I don't have an assistant. You said you have my bullets, may I have them?" Calleigh asked.
Anna was about to give her the bullets when her phone began to ring. Anna reached for it and read the caller ID. It was Horatio.
"Hello?" Anna answered.
"Anna." Came the reply
"I would like you to process the bullets in the lab. You know, to get used to it. After all, you will be in there quite often." Horatio instructed her and then hung up.
"Umm Calleigh…? Horatio wanted me to process the bullets, seeing as I will be spending a lot of time in here in for a little while." Anna said with hesitation.
Calleigh turned, suddenly pale, and then stepped aside and waved her in. She went through the drawers and where to find what she needed. When she asked Anna if she got it, and Anna nodded 'yes', she left, leaving Anna alone in the lager lab. Calleigh walked out the door and to the break room and grabbed a cup of coffee. Black coffee, to get her mind off of the last comment that Anna made.
Eric walked through the door and interrupted her thoughts, wearing a pair of slightly baggy blue jeans and a red top. She smiled and Eric thought, again, that the grin was almost identical to Anna's. He smiled back until he heard rounds being fired from the ballistics lab. Eric raised an eyebrow at Calleigh. She sighed, looked at Eric and started talking:
"I think Horatio is going to transfer me or…" She hesitated. "…fire me" She said in a voice so low that Eric had to strain his ears to hear it.
Eric looked completely stunned that Calleigh would even think that.
"Cal, H would never transfer you, let alone fire you!" Eric said in a comforting tone.
Calleigh just looked up at him with sad eyes. Her usual extremely bright green eyes were dark, dark green and had almost no shine to them. Eric looked into them deeply. Eric leaned into Calleigh and gave her a very passionate kiss; their tongues mingled and explored each others' mouth.
Suddenly there was a loud crash, an ear piercing scream and a gun fired followed by another scream. It came from the ballistics lab. Eric and Calleigh broke apart and Calleigh's eyes darted to the wall that separated the ballistics lab and the break room. They dashed out the glass door and over to the lab. She had a fear that maybe one of her guns had fell off the rack and discharged.
It was worse. There, in the middle of the floor, lay two half dead people. One was a man Calleigh didn't recognize, but looked familiar. The other, was Anna.
Eric ran into the room and called someone to get rescue. Anna was unconscious on the floor, a bullet wound to the chest. Calleigh ran to the man and flipped him over. She then recognized him from her kidnapping; she had to force herself to try to stop the bleeding. As the paramedics ran over to Anna (who now had a pulse so weak that the paramedics could barley feel it), the other man was pronounced dead due to blood loss.