CSI: Crime Scene Investigators

The Message Writer

Tamora had blonde hair with copper highlights, and soft blue eyes-she stood on her usual corner, watching as the

people passed by. Most of them tried to ignore her and not look her straight in the eye, Tamora had always found this

very amusing, for even when they tried not to look, they would anyways. She smiled slyly as a group of men passed her,

likely on their way to one of the casino's on the street, they lustily stared at her, but were too shy to make a move around

their friends. Tamora sighed, she got alot of that especailly when she wore her silver half shirt and her mini skirt that was

barely a skirt at all. Business was slow tonight, with another sigh Tamora decided to take a break if no one came up to her

within the next ten mintes, and it looked like no one would, she was just eye candy for the men who wanted to, but either

couldn't or were too shy to come up to her. Leaning against a wall, Tamora looked up at the night sky, the stars were

blotted out by the unnatural glow from Los vegas' many lights. It had been a long time since she had seen the stars, ever

since she had moved to Los Vegas a few years back. Tamora missed the stars, she used to lay in the fields of the small

town she had grown up in and just watch the stars for hours. her thoughts were disturbed when a man dressed in a black

hoodie sweater and an untucked white shirt came walking up to her. She sneered slightly, this man looked nothing more then

a street bum, and she had had problems with them before in the past, but she would wait and not judge this man, all that

mattered anyways was that she got paid.

'Hey there, you got a face under that hood?'

she playfully reached towards the man's hoodie to pull it back, but the man stepped away quickly. This surprised Tamora

and at the back of her mind she felt freaked out by this man, but then decided that perhaps the man was just teasing her

like she teased the men who called upon her business. Not wanting to lose business, Tamora bit her tongue and smiled

deviously at the hooded man.

'Alright, I like 'em mysterious anyways.'

she chuckled as the man nodded his head, but remaind silent. Getting slightly frusterated that this man was playing games

and not clarifing what he wanted, Tamora shifted her weight, knowing that the more time she spent with this goon the more

business she was losing out on. She noticed a man glancing at her from his car, she smiled and winked at him, she then

returned her attention to the strange man infront of her.

'Look Bud....'

she was cut off as the man pulled out three one hundred dollar bills, twice the price Tamora usually charged. Her entire

expression changed, seeing that this man was actually serious. She took the bills out of the man's hands and just made

sure that they were real, she then slipped them down her shirt where she always put the cash until she was done, though

she knew that it never stayed there very long.

'so, do you have a place in mind?'

'yes.'

'oh, so you do speak.'

Tamora joked, as the man took her by the arm and began to lead her down a dark alley, his hands were unnaturally rough,

and they hurt as he held her arm tightly. She was always told never to go down any dark allies with strange men, but she

had a weapon that she would use if things got out of control. She sized the man up as he continued to take her farther down

the alley, he was tall and thin, he looked like he may be faster, but perhaps not stronger. Figuring that she had nothing to

loose, she giggled again, and allowed herself to be taken away by this man....

Bob and Charlette were taking a short cut to their movie through a dark alley, Knowing it would save them at least

a good ten to fifteen minutes. Being the youthful teens that they were, Bob began to scare his girlfriend by pretending to

be some deranged killer, Charlette laughed and ran ahead of bob, giggling and pretending to be horrified of him. As she

turned to look over her shoulder at Bob she tripped over something and fell on her hands and knees, landing in something

wet and warm. naturally she was grossed out, thinking it was piss of something, she tried to get out of it, glancing towards

the wall to see what it was she had stumbled over. Bob heard Charlette start screaming her head off, it was a frantic scream,

he didn't hesitat to run to her aid, seeing her scrambling around on the floor, he helped her to her feet and she was sobbing

hysterically. covered in something, he looked at her as she grabbed his shirt roughly, shuddering as she still tried to get away

from the spot she had fallen.

'what the...'

Charlette had her face burried in bob's shirt so she couldn't answer, he looked down towards the spot his girlfriend had fallen

and felt his stomach lurch foreward when he finally saw what was slumped against the wall....

Gil Grissom looked down at the body of the mutilated woman, she was completely naked and looked as if her whole

front had been torn to shreds. her chest was torn open in a twisted and bizarre fashion, in fact it looked like the aggresser had

tried to rip her heart out. The cops who had been first on the scene had ID this woman as Tamora Landers, a regular street

worker between second and fourth street, she had been arrested several times before for minor reasons. Gil was analizing

every little detail of the scene and trying to recreate what could have happened to this woman in his mind, he was deep in

thought and not even the blaring sirens from the ambulances could distract him at the moment.

Sarah Sidle walked up to her supervisor, gloves on each hand and her field kit in one of them. On the street behind the two

sat Bob and Charlette wrapped in towls and talking to Detective Brass about everything they could recall about how they

came upon the body.

'who ever did this, knew exactly when and where to strick. probably they had been watching her routine for a few days.'

'hmmm'

Sarah nodded, slightly shaken that Gil had even acknowledged that she was there, as she hadn't said anything to him yet,

she got closer to the body and placed her kit down, to take pictures and collect any evidence before the body was moved

to the corners office and any evidence would either be distroyed or compramised.

Brass had just finished interrigating Bob and Charlette when Warrick Brown arrived on the scene, he looked at the

two kids then to Brass who looked his usual grim self.

'Those the kids who found the DB?'

'yea.'

'Geez, what happened to them? they're covered in blood.'

'Apparently, the girl fell into the vic's blood while the boyfriend had been goofing off and chasing her.'

Brass glanced back at the two, both looked pale and still very upset by their encounter.

'And they didn't see any one else?'

Warrick asked, also looking back at the kids.

'That's all I could get out of them. but I think their telling the truth, the girl's traumatized.'

Brass nodded to the girl who was shivering and not talking to anyone, she looked like she was lost in thoughts.

the two heard heavy footsteps behind them, turning they saw Gil walking towards them.

'Warrick, you'll be working this case with Sarah.'

Grissom said taking a slight pause in his walk to look at Brass and Warrick.

'Where are you going?'

warrick asked, knowing all too well that it wasn't unusual for Grissom to float between cases, but wondered why he was leaving

so soon.

'I've got to pick something up.'

with that Gil disappeared behind a large emergency truck that blocked the general public from getting in the way of the many

people who were working to clean up the scene as quickly and quietly as possible.