TITLE: A Short Misspent Life
AUTHOR: Chauncey10 aka MSCSIFANGSR
PAIRING: G/S
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: A floater is discovered in Lake Mead
DISCLAIMER: I'm just playing with them.
NOTES: Csiprompts weekly challenge: Topic: April Showers. Must start with the line: Looking up at the bleak sky, she said, "I realize it's spring, but I don't think I've ever seen it rain this much before." Random Prompts (Use or Don't Use - it's up to you): Ice cream, tennis balls, a floater in Lake Mead, redneck truck driver, wireless broadband connection, skateboard.
SPOILERS: Every show aired in the U.S. to date.
Chapter One
Looking up at the bleak sky, she said, "I realize it's spring, but I don't think I've ever seen it rain this much before."
"It has been unseasonably wet this spring," Grissom replied. He thought Sara looked 'cute' in her foul weather gear with her hair up in a pony tail covered by her black LVMPD baseball cap; he was dressed the same: rain slickers over his clothing, and heavy hip waders.
They had completed their work on the floater in Lake Mead, securing the limited evidence they had found on the body. Any other evidence the lake had taken away. The male body was severely bloated after exposure to the elements for several days. David Phillips had pulled the body out of the water, pronounced death and placed it onto a tarp like coroner's bag as Grissom and Sara had taken over the examination.
They had found some identification in the back pocket with a driver's license proclaiming the man: Duncan Green, 19, of Pensacola, Florida. The young man's weight was listed as 120 pounds, but with the bloating, he was well over 250 pounds.
Grissom flipped through the wallet that bore the word 'Emerica', wondering out loud what that stood for, David quickly answered, "Oh, it's a skateboard company with it's own line of clothing and other merchandise."
The lead CSI looked at the coroner's assistant over the tops of his glasses, smirking. "Skateboard companies produce clothing? Rapper's produce clothing lines? What's next? The well-dressed coroner's line?"
The small group of police officer's, CSI's and coroner's laughed at Grissom's warped sense of humor.
The weather had changed from cloudy and dreary to sunny and bright in the two hours the two CSI's had been at the crime scene and both has sloughed off their bad weather slickers.
David had taken the body to the morgue. The detective in charge of the case had left the scene to attempt to contact the family of the deceased. The uniformed police officers were milling about waiting for the two CSI's to complete their investigation. Sara Sidle-Grissom was busy with taking water samples from the lake and Gil Grissom was busy checking out his wife's ass as she bent over in intense concentration.
He licked his lips and said, "Sara, what do you say about stopping for some ice cream on the way back in to the crime lab?"
Sara stood up, stretched out her tense muscles, her bulging stomach sent a surge of pride through him.
"Gil, honey, you must have read my mind."
They were traveling west on State Highway 573 when Sara saw a billboard for a Dairy Queen on North Tenaya Way, only a mile in the distance. "Can we stop there?" She purred.
"A Dairy Queen?" He puzzled, "You usually want 'Ben and Jerry's. What's up?"
"Nothing, just DQ has the best soft serve. Please stop, there it is, up there on the right. See it?"
"Yes dear."
While waiting behind a car in the drive through line of the Dairy Queen, Grissom noticed a sign on the building proclaiming "Free Wireless Broadband Connection Inside."
When they arrived at the window, Sara greedily grabbed the cone from his hand as the clerk took his money to pay for her treat. He began to pull out slowly, then Grissom braked the Denali unexpectedly as they were pulling out of the drive through line as an old woman on a walker with wheels in the front and yellow tennis balls in the back walked out in front of them.
Sara was hungrily attacking her chocolate dipped cone and as the vehicle halted, the cone smashed into her nose.
Grissom smiled and waved to the woman wearing a bright pink t-shirt bearing the phrase: "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas" giving her right of way. The woman flipped Grissom the bird. Sara burst into laughter.
Gil followed soon when he noticed the ice cream on Sara's nose and the expression on her face was priceless.
"The father of the victim is Harry Green, 45 of Pensacola Florida. He and the victim were traveling together. Harry is a big time redneck truck driver, who hauls Dole bananas. Said his son was a skateboarder and he dropped him off at the skate park on Lake Mead Blvd three days ago. Harry hasn't seen Duncan since. Harry doesn't know how the boy ended up in Lake Mead." The sound of Brass' voice droned on, "The Green's were staying at the Motel 6 way off strip. Seems Harry's been drunk and whoring for three straight days. He didn't miss his son."
"Sad." Sara intently studied the floor tiles of Jim Brass' office.
"Yeah, I went to the skate park and they have a signed waiver by Duncan absolving the park of any bodily damages incurred on their property. After that, there is absolutely no trace of Duncan until his body was discovered last night. What did Doc Robbins say?"
"Nothing yet, hasn't done the autopsy yet." Sara replied.
"Well, looks like we're stumped for a while until we have cause of death." Brass looked at the woman sitting before him. "When are you taking your leave?"
"Oh, in about another week or so. Gil, Jr. is getting rather heavy to carry around to all these crime scenes." She smiled.
"Yeah, when my ex was pregnant with Ellie, she complained about that all the time. And I felt guilty at the time for putting her in that position, well turns out I didn't, but she was a wonderful little girl." His smile was sad. "I sincerely hope your child has a better fate than did our victim or Ellie."
Brass frowned as he sipped his coffee.
TO BE CONTINUED