Case File #6893: Jerry Watkins came home to find blood dripping from the ceiling. He assumed the worst and called the police at exactly 13:34, police and paramedics arrived at the scene at 13:40. CSI Mary Watkins was pronounced dead the moment paramedics saw her, her son was rushed to Central City Hospital and is currently in ICU.
Barry sighed and put his head in his hands. Cases like this were the reason he didn't want kids. He didn't want to come home one day and have this happen to him, his heart wouldn't be able to handle the pain of yet another family loss. Nevertheless, he had a crime scene to clear. The kit was a familiar heavy weight on his shoulder, anchoring him to this world in a way.
"Queen, you're late," an officer announced once the scarlet speedster neared the tantalizing yellow crime tape he had seen since he was nine. Have it be at his childhood home, or college during that one time a rape had occurred on campus, or his current job, Barry always saw the yellow tape. Barry grumbled in response, feeling bile rise up his throat once more.
The aforementioned police official lifted the tape for Barry, who gave a nod showing gratitude in return. He slowly worked his way past the officers while trying to keep the contents of his stomach down, cursing his bloody husband for putting him in this position. Remember when Barry had mentioned he didn't want kids two paragraphs before? Well, fate had other plans with him. Four months pregnant. Lovely, huh? Except Barry kept getting hit by horrid morning sickness.
I am going to castrate you and then put your dick in a blender on high, Oliver. Barry thought to himself, finally making it to the door of the small yet elegant house. Curse you for being an alpha. Barry continued to think to himself, cursing biology and fate simultaneously for putting him in the position.
Joe and Eddie looked up from where they were once they saw Barry step through the door. Eddie walked over to help him, only to be waved off by an aggravated Barry. The young CSI made his way past his colleagues and to his foster father, a man he looked to for guidance still to this day.
"How are you feeling?" Joe questioned, worry clear in his eyes. Barry shrugged and vocalized his internal thoughts, "Tired, pregnant, but I still have work to do. If you'd please excuse me, I would like to get this over asap." Joe nodded and let his foster son begin his journey up the stairs, but not before grabbing his arm and gave him a warning for the blood that covered the upstairs bedroom.
The first thing Barry did before entering the room, was put on medical gloves. Slowly, he entered the room to find the medical examiner crouching over a dead body, take the women's liver temperature.
"How long?" Barry asked, making his way over to Olivia Turner-Brock. The only living women in the room held up two fingers, signaling that the body in question bled out at 2:00 am. Barry sighed and looked at his watch. 8:00 pm. This victim has been here for nearly eighteen hours, which would explain the blood dripping from the ceiling.
The married brunette looked at the blood spatter a little ways away from the dead CSI's head. He hollered for another CSI from downstairs to join him. A young twenty-four year old blond joined him in the room, a hand over his nose to prevent himself from smelling the copper aroma that is natural to blood.
Barry waved him over to his current position, pointing to the blood spray on the opposite wall. "Blood spray is that way," Barry began, moving his body slowly forward and turning to the young man. "Which means that the perp had to have used some time of blunt object to knock her to the floor."
Barry ambled to the wall opposite of the blood spray. "It looks like our guy didn't get away unscathed though." The brunette pointed to the small blood spatter that decorated the blue walls, contrasting greatly. "Take pictures and string the room, we need-" Barry began, only to be interrupted by Captain David Singh yelling his last name.
"What the hell are you doing here?" The captain drilled, hands on his hips. Barry looked around the room tiredly. "Thomas called me in, said they needed my help with this," CSI Queen gestured around the room. Singh sighed and shook his head. "Go home, kid, we have plenty of CSIs here." Barry nodded and happily scurried out of the room, flying down the stairs and out the door, but not before he called out a farewell to Joe and Eddie.