Title: Doll House
Disclaimers: I don't own CSI and I doubt I ever will :(
A/N: I've changed my ideas now and I've realized my other stories are unbelievably crappy! So, I'm gonna try a planned story, with them actually doing their jobs! This will eventually be a Cath+Sara story and it's told from a character I made up's POV. Hopefully you'll enjoy :)
It's my first night on the job, I've been training, studying, dreaming of this night for years, and I'm finally a CSI level one. I walked down the short corridor until I came to a desk with a curly haired woman sat behind; I cleared my throat and introduced myself,
"I'm Abby Wilson; it's my first night..."
"Here's the paperwork, and…" She trailed off, apparently looking for something, "Aha! Your ID. Good luck Miss Wilson." She passed me a sheet of paper and my ID badge, CSI Wilson. Wow, it still shocks me that I got this far without giving up. I turned when I heard heels clicking toward me, a balding man in a brown suit stopped in front of me,
"You the newbie?" I nodded, not being able to take my eyes off of his accomplice, her straight blonde hair framed her face beautifully, while brilliant blue eyes held me under an intense gaze, I insecurely looked down at what I was wearing, patent leather heels were smart and practical, tight but comfortable trousers matched my tailored black jacket perfectly, and the purple v-neck shirt showed enough to show what I have, but not enough to be insulted. I had my hair cut before I started to work here, so my dark brown hair was straight in a concave bob. Make-up was minimal, mascara and a tiny bit of eyeliner around my deep brown eyes. I looked pretty freakin' professional. "Detective Jim Brass. We got a busy night, you'll be with Sofia." He jabbed a thumb in Sofia's general direction and walked off, I smiled at her,
"I'm Abby." I stuck out my hand, "Abby Wilson." She grinned and took my hand,
"Sofia Curtis. We really do have a busy night, so you'll be thrown straight into business." I nod, turning serious and dropping her hand.
"How busy?"
"Multiple B&Es, suspicious circs, and last… Three dead in a club on the Strip. And that's the case you'll be working, with… Sara Sidle."
"I thought I was working with you?" I asked, trying not to sound disappointed,
"I'm not a CSI; I'm showing you around and basically keeping an eye on you." I grinned at her,
"Cool. Where do we go now?" She laughed a little at my question,
"Follow me, Sara'll be waiting for us at the scene, but you need a gun and a radio." I nodded and followed her down corridors I'd definitely forget.
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I arrived at the scene twenty minutes later, gun and radio holstered on my belt; I flashed my ID to the officer at the door and walked through to the club with Sofia, it was dimly lit, black leather seats around glass tables covered in beer bottles and glasses. The bar area was a deep red colour, with a few hanging lights above it. I walked in a little further, spotting a space for the DJ, a small stage and dance floor. But no bodies. I turned to Sofia, a questioning look on my face, she shrugged and was about to call out when a tall, brown haired woman stepped out and smiled at us,
"I guess you're Abby?" I nodded, "Sara Sidle. The bodies are through here, it's a VIP room."
"Any ID?" I asked, stepping into the room after Sara,
"Yeah, Tracy Rodriguez, Clarissa Moore and Nicola Andrews." She said, moving slightly so I could see the victims. They were all laying face down in a puddle of blood, "COD is gun shot wound to the head."
"Execution style." I said, shaking my head sadly.
"I've bagged their purses, and there was a long brown hair on Clarissa Moore's shoulder. Could belong to the suspect." I nodded,
"Anything for me to do?"
"We'll need security tapes from the manager, all of them. And the bins outside need checking for the weapon."
"Consider it done." I said, heading towards the manager. This is going to be a long night.