Author's Note - So this is only my second fic and also my first CSI one. Please review and follow!
The team had just finished a case and the day shift were entering. Morgan was just coming out of Russell's office when she spotted someone. Sean Yeager. They had worked a few cases together and from what little conversation she had had with him, he was an open and optimistic person. She noticed she was staring at him and immediately looked down to the case file she had been given before realising he was staring back at her. He walked over to her.
"Hey. How are you? Heard you arrested someone for the rape murder case you worked on, nice catch!"
"Hey. Yeah we got him." she said, feeling a little uncomfortable, "I just got given a case from D.B that I am apparently working with you on. Do you know anything?"
"If it's the dead Elvis impersonator then yeah, I know all about it!"
"Yeah that's the one! Do you think you could bring me up to speed?"
"Sure, I'd love to! How about over some breakfast?" There was a flirtatious hint in his voice.
"Sounds great, I haven't eaten since like 6pm last night so I'm starving!"
After finding an all night diner a couple of blocks away and ordering their food, they found themselves deep into a conversation about Vegas weddings and marriage in general.
"Would you ever get married?" asked Morgan.
"Of course." he answered, his response quick like he had been anticipating the question
"How do you know? I mean, what if you don't find the right person?"
"Oh I've found the right person and I know exactly where she is." he looked right at her when he said this. Morgan didn't know how to respond. Luckily the food came, saving her from answering. It did, however, leave a tension in the air. The atmosphere of an unanswered remark, the silence screaming at them until Morgan finally cracked.
"What did you mean when you said you had found the perfect woman?" the question came out more abrupt and outright than she intended.
"Well, I just meant that, I meant that, err. I meant that the perfect woman for me is in Las Vegas and is probably blond, slim, smart and funny." He had just about saved himself although Morgan still had her suspicions that he was on about her.
The case was a dead Elvis impersonator called Mickey Davis who was found stabbed to death down an alleyway just a block away from the church where his last gig had been. They approached the scene. They could see the white of the Elvis suit. He was lay on the ground, sprawled out with his hand clutching a piece of paper. It was a lottery ticket. He was face down with blood pools around his middle. There were five deep stab marks in his back, the red staining the costume.
"Wow!" said Morgan, "This is a winning lottery ticket!"
"Why do you know the numbers off by heart?" asked Sean playfully.
"I might play the lottery every week..." she was shy to admit this.
"So do I! I just don't memorise the winning numbers!" he laughed.
After leaving the medical examiner to transport the body the couple went down to the church where Mickey had last been seen. They interviewed all of the staff only to find that no one had actually liked him.
They returned to the lab to process the ticket. Just as they expected, the only print was Mickey's. They did however find unknown DNA on trace from under the victim's fingernails. Soon Dr Robbins called them down to the morgue. The cause of death was obvious, blood loss due to stab wounds in the back. Unfortunately for Mickey, there was no damage to any vital organs meaning his death was almost certainly long and painful.
About two hours later they got a call from a uniformed officer that had found a relative of Mr Davis. They went to break the news to his sister.
"We are very sorry to tell you this but-" Miss Davis cut him off.
"He's dead isn't he?" she showed now sign of distraught.
"Yes, we have reason to believe he was murdered. I don't mean to pry but you don't seem upset about your brother's death."
"Look, just because he was my brother doesn't mean I liked him. He was the type of person who would make you trust him then tell everyone all your secrets. He was an attention seeking bastard."
Morgan didn't know what to say. Luckily Sean did. "So you didn't like him?"
"That's an understatement, I hated him!" she spat out those words like they were poison in her mouth.
They headed to Davis' apartment after the interview with the sister. Inside was a mess. There was clothes all over the floor and dishes in the sink waiting to be washed. What they found surprised them both. It was a picture of Mickey and his sister as children on the top of a dresser.
"She might have hated him but he loved her." said Sean
"Hey she's not all he loved. Look what I found!" shouted Morgan from the other room