CSI: Crime Scene Investigators

When Life Merge With Death

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or any of the characters. All original Characters and events are purely fictional.

Author Note: Hi everybody! This is something new for me. I have just watch CSI for the first time and crashed course season 1 to 5 in 2 weeks. So basically, this fic is set after season 5 but seeing as I haven't seen season 6... I'm just speculating. This is also a case fic, so relationships will be as seen on TV... with my interpretations.

Chapter 1

The sun shone brightly outside. It was already very hot and something told Sam that today was going to be one of those days. Tilting her head at the sound of her teenage kids running down the stairs and slamming the door shut, she sighed. Yes... just another day in Viva Las Vegas! Gathering up the plates of untouched food, she walked over to the bin to tip it out. She sighed as she looked at the overflowing bin. Some days she wondered why she was still among the living. Her kids didn't care. No matter how many times she asked, David would just shrug and say he'll do it later. Now, yet again, she is the one taking the trash out. When did her live become so sad? Was it after her husband lost everything at poker and committed suicide? Was it when she got fired from work? When her kids started to ignore her? Right now she didn't care. It was just another day. Walking outside, the sharp sun stung her pale skin. The 48 year old women moved her aging and slumped body over the lawn. Throwing the trash in the big bin, she turned to walk back when she saw something odd. Her neighbor's door was open. Someone else might not find anything wrong with that, but she had enough time on her hand to know that the Coxes always had the door closed. The Mrs. was very paranoid and the Mr. was out of town. Walking over to the house, she softly knocked on the door as she slowly stepped in. Walking in, she scanned the house so different from her own. Clean and spotless. Walking past the kitchen she saw the first thing out of place in this neat and tidy place. Sam let out an earth shattering scream.

Greg, Grissom and Warrick stood in the doorway, looking around the room. A young blond woman laid on her back on the white tiles of a kitchen floor. She looked sophisticated with her hair in a French braid and dressed in the black mini shirt, matching waist high jacket and delicate black sandals. Her white silk blouse was stained dark red from all the blood. She was stabbed twice in the neck. After a while Grissom finally spoke. "Well, I guess this makes number 5. Our serial's escalating."
Raising his eyebrows, Greg turned to Grissom before asking, "Do you want me to take the outside?"
"No Greg, I want you to take the house – get Nick to help you. Warrick, you do outside." Walking to the woman, Grissom kneeled down next to the Coroner. "You about done, David?"
Pushing his glasses up his nose, David responded. "Yeah, she's all yours." As David exited the room, Brass entered.

He looked at the scene around him before consulting his notes. "The next-door neighbor realized something was wrong this morning when she took her trash out and saw the front door open. She came over and found our Vic on her stomach. She turned her over to check for vitals and then ran to the phone and dialed 911. She positively identified the Vic as Shannon Cox. 27 years old. Lives here with her husband, Kirk Cox. We haven't located him yet."
Grissom shinned his flashlight to the victim's left hand, the diamonds on her ring sparkled. "Robbery was not a motive. Our killer has not removed anything from any of the crime scenes so far. None of the victims were raped either. He... just kills. Find out what else the neighbor touched in here besides the phone." Grissom requested before continuing to examine the body. "No defensives wounds." He stated as Greg re-entered the room.
"Hey, I found something you might want to see." He hands him a framed photo of four people in a very old Cadillac. Shannon Cox with her blond hair in a 60's style was laughing while hugging a young blond girl. The young girl had a 60's diner dress on. On either side were men dressed in the same fashion.
Brightening, Grissom ask. "Isn't that our first Vic?"
"Yeah, Pattie Hilton. I think we just found a connection between the victims."
"Great find. Greg, call Sara. Get her to run with it. I want to know how and if there is a similar connection to the others."
Nodding Greg left Grissom and Brass alone. "So... we have 5 female victims so far. All of them blond. All of them stabbed twice in the neck." Brass stated.
Nodding Grissom added "Yeah, and up till now, that was all that connected them. They didn't have anything else in common. Not age, location... nothing. This is the first connection between victims. Now, let's just hope it connects to the killer."

Three hours later the team walked into the lab finding Sara and Catherine in the break room. Sara was massaging her shoulders before turning to Grissom. "Hey, I checked out Shannon Cox. Her maiden name is Philips. The same as Pattie Hiltons mother. My guess is that they are cousins. I'm still trying to get in touch with the Hiltons to confirm. As far as I can tell, none of the others have any connections to Shannon. This might just be coincidence." Before Grissom could tell her what he thought about coincidence, she hastily added." But I'm still looking. How'd you go?"
"Better than at any of the previous crime scenes. Warrick got a partial from the doorbell. Jackie is working on it now. And Nick did find some blood in the bathroom." Grissom answered before Greg remarked.
"I also found some weird chemical residue. I think our killer is getting sloppy at cleaning up."
"Sloppy? Maybe. But we still have nothing on him. The blood will most likely be that of the Vic and with nothing to match the fingerprint to... we are still at square one and that is not the place to be when there is a serial out in the open." Nick responded.

Turning from the kettle, Catherine joined the conversation. "Brass called and said he found the husband. He's in New York on business. Left last Friday and is supposed to return on Wednesday. He's on a flight now. Demanding to know that happened to his wife." Sighing, Grissom left the room and headed to his office. He needed time to think.
"Grissom!" Groaning, he turned around to watch as Ecklie approached him. "Grissom. How's the case coming along?"
Grissom smiled at him "Good day, Conrad."
Conrad Ecklie straightened his grey tie, before starting. "I see that there has been another killing in the knifed-women case, and yet no suspects. Care to explain?"
"Well, Conrad, as you know, we are all pulling overtime as you can clearly see by the entire team being in the lab during the day. DNA is backed-up and this guy isn't giving us much."
"Very well then, tell Sanders that when he is not in the field... he will be helping Mia in the lab till the new assistant DNA scientist starts here."
Shrugging, Grissom added before turning to leave. "Isn't it our jobs to find serials and get them before they strike again? Greg is a CSI. I'm sure he won't mind helping out as long as it doesn't become permanent. Now, if you'll excuse me." With that, Grissom left and entered his office. 'Greg is not going to be happy. It will help matter thou.' Before he could sit down, Nick stuck his head in the door.
"Doc Robbins called. He's ready for us at the morgue."
Sighing again, Grissom turned and mentioned for Nick to follow him.

On the way to the exit Grissom stepped into the break room. "Greg, run the blood. I want the result by the time I get back from autopsy. Warrick... Print!" And with that both Grissom and Nick were gone. Shrugging while getting up, Greg asked. "I left the lab for the field. So how come I do more lab now than I did back then?"
Smiling Sara answered. "Because DNA is backlogged, you are the newbie and besides... nobody is as good at blood and semen as you." Smirking Greg left the room.
"If you inflate his ego anymore, he won't fit through the door."
Sara smiled at Warrick before answering, "I'm just trying to help. Besides, he can't complain. I've been stuck in front of these folders and computers while you got to process the scene."
Warrick grinned. "Price to pay when you maxed out on overtime. Got any wiser?" He asked as he points to the folders.
Shaking her head, Sara answered. "No... Yes! Another connection! The fourth victim, Alexandria Hobbs, works at the same company as Kirk Cox, the fifth victim's husband!" Rising, Sara grabbed the folder and ran after Grissom.

Author note: Well that was the first chapter. I'm just giving this a go. If you like it... I'll continue to write it. I have got the next two chapters already written. I just want to see what type of response I get from this. Read and review please.