Deceptions

Rating: PG

Warnings: Some foul language. Un-Resolved (as of right now)...

Pairings: None

Summary: Can the Criminologists unravel the mystery behind the murder of a little girl? And can they save an entire family from annihilation

Chapter One: The Alleyway

Greg

Greg Sanders looks down the dark wet alleyway behind the shop where a girl was murdered. He doesn't know what he's looking for, but he's sure he won't find whatever it is out here.

Or will he? Something strange or maybe even unusual catches his eyes. It could have been nothing. In fact, yes, he was sure it was nothing, but then again it was always the small things that tended to break cases.

He snaps on a new pair of gloves and kneels down to collect whatever the small parchment was that lay on the ground. It wasn't bigger than a silver dollar. In fact that might have been giving it more credit than it deserved.

The alley cat's meow screeches through the brick wet alleyway chilling any who listened to the bones. Greg found it most uncomforting. He hated alleyways and he wasn't exactly sure just how much he hated them. Maybe it was the dampness he disliked so much, the smell, the close confined spaces or just the fact it seemed like an underworld behind the world in which we all see. The alley is just an endless labyrinth of small roads that lead behind the scenes in some strange fucked up carnival show.

Slowly, he stands placing the small tear of parchment in a small zip-lock baggie before seeing something else of oddities.

Greg did think the crime was odd. A little girl was murdered there and there was no struggle. The crime was not of passion. Or at least he had no reasons at this time to believe it at the present moment anything other than just a strange coincidence. The shop was reported not to belong to anyone. Yet, the shelves were stocked full of costumes, accessories, make-up, and other things needed for the perfect costume and/or magic tricks.

He took a few steps down the alleyway trying to be careful and observant. Two things he'd been working on since becoming a CSI one not but six-months earlier. Again, another feat he never thought he would accomplish after so many blotched tries at becoming a CSI. Walking through the back way around the buildings for a few blocks he would have figured he came upon a shell casing to what he would guess to be an old revolver. He takes his camera out and snaps a few well positioned pictures of the bullet casing before looking around.

Nearly paranoid, Greg jumped at any sound and the sounds of screaming were just that sound to get him out of his comfort zone. He ran down the alleyway desperately trying to follow the echoing bellows he could hear oh so clearly, but it was impossible to catch the screams or where they came from.

Out of breath and out of luck he looked around and he was totally lost. He wonders to himself if the rest of the crew was done processing the store.

Deciding that he best start going back through the endless maze of alleyway's behind this old part of town, another glimmer of something caught his eye. It was crimson blood flowing freely down into the drainpipe. He watches it and pulls out a specimen cup to catch some of it, hoping it would become useful to the crime.

Footprints emerged into his sights and he photographed them and decided to try to tape-lift them, since they were bare footed. Kneeling over, he gets his lift and goes for the next one and the opposite foot. He got his second lift, but then things really started to get creepy around him.

The crickets were chirping loudly into the night. No lights were out on the back of the stores were on. He could have sworn they were, but now only darkness lingers in the alleyway now only lit by the presence of the quarter moon.

Hands come from behind him grabbing him, choking him. He fights against the strangling grips of the madman behind him and he does his best, but cannot fight off the strength of the person holding him against his will.

To Be Continued...