Love of A CSI

Disclaimer: Power Rangers and CSI: Crime Scene Investigation does not belong to me.

Summary: When a former Power Rangers-and one of Sara's good friend- dies, she leaves her daughter in the CSI's hands, for fear that the stepfather might sexually assault her while the biological father, another former ranger, searches for his daughter.

TV Shows: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation and Power Rangers

Trailer: On YouTube, search the name colyssa95 and find the title, Love of A CSI.

Chapter One: The Murder

The three-year-old toddler, little Yasmin Evans Langer was in the room when it happened. She waddled down the stairs and peeked out from behind the bars. "Mummy," she called softly.

She gave an 'ooh' as she saw her father holding something gleaming in his hands, taken out from the back pocket. She desperately wanted to call out to her father.

"You bastard," her mother called out. "You betrayer!"

Yasmin watched as her father smacked her mother hard with his other free hand and the woman fell to the floor.

"You ungrateful beast!" yelled her mother.

"SHUT UP, YOU BITCH!"

"You will never be given custody of our daughter. Never!" she barked, trying to get up in vain as the father had stepped on her back.

"You wanted to divorce me, isn't it? So you can go back to that guy," hissed the man. "You can't do that."

"I CAN! YOU BASTARD!"

"You won't be getting the chance to do that, Enrile," warned the husband in a cold whisper.

He plunged the knife into her neck. All this the three-year-old took in, her eyes darting around. She heard her mother's scream, then everything was peaceful silent.

The father's eyes popped open; he hadn't expected to kill her. Just subdue the mother and then keep her to torture her again. He took one look at the massive blood forming on the white carpeted floor and ran out, tossing the knife in the bin, flinging the latex gloves on the road.

Yasmin waddled over to her mother, and watched the red paint colored the white carpet. She placed her face close to her mother. "Mummy?" she asked.

Gathering no response, she figured that her mother was in a deep sleep. She crouched down and smelt the red color.

"Paint don't smell like this," she gabbled. "More like…bloody blood."

She ran as fast as her legs could take her to the phone and called one of her mother's good friends, a Crime Scene Investigator-Sara Sidle.

Warrick Brown, a tall and broody African-American, was playing video games with another Crime Scene Investigator, Nick Stokes, in the break room.

Nick Stokes was a lean and tall man with a flirty smile that could knock anyone off his or her feet-literally.

"Shit!" swore Warrick as the ball went into his goal for the second time. "Damn!"

Nick grinned. "You owe me fifty, buddy."

Gil Grissom and Sara Sidle strode into the room and took the sofa. "What are you two doing?"

Grissom was the graveyard shift supervisor, which meant that they worked crazy hours. His eyes alert and sharp, he worked towards justice for the victims.

His girl, Sara, was called in from San Francisco when a CSI had died in the course of duty. He had met her at one of his seminars. An excellent student of his, they were currently involved in a relationship.

"Grissom, let them chill."

He just looked at the blonde CSI who had just entered the room.

Catherine Willows' heels clicked as she walked briskly into the room; once the exotic dancer, she was graceful and fast. She took a seat opposite of Grissom and Sara.

She had no sooner started to speak when the shrill ringing tone of a phone broke the silence. Sara quickly apologized, then turned to answer it.

"Aunt Sara?"

"Yasmin?" she replied, concern in her voice.

"Aunt Sara, the carpet floor has red paint and Mummy's not responding when I call her."

"Is she breathing?"

'I don't know; I never checked."

Sara was puzzled; what on earth did the girl mean?

"Umm, sweetie, how about I go over? Meanwhile, don't touch anything, okay?"

"Okay."

Sara cut the call and dropped the phone in her pocket, rising up and heading towards the door.

"Where are you going, Sara?" called Grissom.

"To a friend's house to check out something. Her daughter called me and told me the carpet has red paint and her mother didn't respond when she called her."

"In that case, I'm going with you," he insisted, rising up.

"Me too," Catherine added, glancing distastefully at the guys.

Nick rolled his eyes. "Don't give us that look, Cath."

But she was already out of the room with the others.

Yasmin had her arms wrapped around herself when the three CSIs had arrived. She looked up at them with innocent eyes.

Sara went besides her. "Yasmin, where's your Mummy?"

The little girl got up and moved into the corridor, pointing at her mother.

Grissom moved carefully over to the body, stepping carefully over the blood.

He knelt down besides her and felt for a pulse. No pulse, no sign of life. He looked up at them and shook his head. "She's gone."

"Aunt Sara, where has my mummy gone?" the little girl asked with big eyes.

Sara squatted down in front of her. "Honey, your Mummy's gone to Heaven."

"Oh," was the girl's only reply.

Sara sighed and picked her up, moving out to the patio in the bench, while Catherine called for dispatch.

"I know who let Mummy go to Heaven," the girl said matter-of-factly.

"Who?" Catherine probed gently.

"My Daddy," she answered simply.

Catherine and Sara traded looks.

"How did he 'let' her go to Heaven?"

"He held something gleaming in his hand…he stepped on her back after he smacked her…then he plunged the knife into her neck…"

Catherine stroked the girl's hair. "It must be horrible."

"He was a baddie…my daddy…mummy says he is not my real daddy…bad daddy…"

Sara's eyes practically popped open. "Frank Langer wasn't your real daddy?"

"Mummy says that…"

Nick and Warrick who had just materialized besides them interrupted their conversation.

"Hey, Sara, that's a beautiful kid you got there."

She rolled her eyes. "She's only three, Nick, the daughter of the deceased. Which is also my good friend," she added in.

"What are you two yakking? Get your butts over here and start processing!"

Nick and Warrick strode over, while Sara just held the girl in her arms.

Now that the mother was gone, Sara Sidle would protect the girl with all her heart, even if it meant sacrificing her own life.