A/N: The author of this work does not in any way profit from the story. All creative rights to the characters belong to their original creator(s). CSI:Crime Scene Investigation is the property of CBS
This story was written for the Seventh Nick Fic Song Challenge and was inspired by the song It Was an Accident written and performed by Don Conoscenti.
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Unbelievable
"It was an accident!"
Nick snorted with derision as he sat back.
"Honest!" The suspect whined again, leaning forward and imploring his interrogator to believe him.
Nick stayed silent as he contemplated the suspect. Just a kid really, in his early twenties and dressed in the artfully frayed style that Nick privately thought was a waste of money. The young man's red t-shirt was spattered with blotches of blood, a red-on-red combination that no designer could have replicated.
"I swear….it was an accident."
"Uh huh," Nick said quietly, folding his arms across his chest.
The blood-spattered suspect sat back in his chair so it titled on its back legs. In this precarious position he grinned and exchanged a look with his lawyer.
Nick shook his head. "You're not impressing me man."
The sharply dressed lawyer whispered something to his client, obviously exasperated with the young man's cocky demeanour. The front legs of the chair hit the floor with a bang, and the suspect leaned forward on the table, arms stretched out in front of him.
"I didn't mean to do it." The young man sounded petulant.
"It sounds like a story to me," Nick shook his head again, ignoring Greg's pointed look. Shifting in his seat he tapped his fingers against his arm.
The suspect shrugged and crossed his arms on the table, resting his chin on his forearms.
"And I'm not buyin' it," Nick continued.
"Nick," Greg whispered urgently.
"It's obvious he's lying'," Nick turned to Greg, unfolding his arms.
Greg rolled his eyes and sighed. It was obvious there was no stopping Nick so he said nothing.
Nick turned back to fix a glare on the suspect. "He's lying," he repeated. "I can see it in his eyes."
"That does it," a voice came out of nowhere.
"Shut the fuck up," another voice hissed.
Greg elbowed Nick as a chorus of "Shhhh" came from behind them and heads turned in front of them to glare at Nick.
"Keep it down will ya?" A man's voice came from their row.
Nick sat back, folding his arms again and ignoring the glares.
The movie theatre quietened down as the film continued, the suspect on screen fidgeting in his seat as his interrogation continued. The young man maintained his innocence.
"It happened so fast," he stated quietly. "He went down and…and I shot him."
"The bastard's lying," Nick said again to Greg's dismay as another round of "Shhhh's" filled the theatre.
"Unbelievable!" came an incredulous voice from behind him.
Nick twisted in his seat. "Glad you agree," he said as Greg slapped his hand over his eyes and groaned.
