The Outsiders and CSI: Miami crossover
by Cheyanne Jenn and Alysandra Martin, stepsisters as close a real sisters
Disclaimer: The Outsiders and CSI: Miami don't belong to us. Just the plot, random ideas, and the Sacramento CSI team.
A/N from Alysandra Martin: No flames please! This was just a weird little brain fart Cheyanne and I had in church and we wanted to post it here. And all the scientifical stuff is thanks to me because I watch CSI more faithfully than Chey.
A/N from Cheyanne Jenn: This is an AU. The Outsiders somehow, someway are in present day time (?). Just pretend Dallas (Dally SO CUTE!!) and Johnny are still alive but Bob still died and Ponyboy, Dally and Johnny still saved lives. And let's just say Johnny survived but was crippled.
Part 1: The Meeting
Prologue
:The Outsiders:
Dallas Winston kicked his beer bottle to the side of the road. Could life get anymore boring? While this thought passed through his mischievous head, Dally's facial expression changed. Maybe he could break yet another law. He looked at the Heineken beer he had kicked aside. Dallas Winston wanted another beer. Dallas Winston wanted another beer. Dallas Winston wanted another beer. Dallas Winston wanted another beer. Dallas Winston wanted another beer.
:CSI: Miami:
Lieutenant Horatio Caine was putting on his shades. He looked out the airplane window and sighed lightly. What awaited him in Sacramento, California? A case did. This one was described as 'difficult'. Now Horatio and his team were being flown into Sacramento International. Horatio reminded himself about what this case was about. A teenager suspected, two teens dead in Sacramento, one in Miami, beer stolen from a Sacramento liquor store, all on the same day. Interesting, Horatio thought to himself. In the distance he heard a baby crying. Bored… Bored… Bored…
Chapter 1: Interesting.
:The Outsiders:
Darrel "Darry" Shaynne Curtis closed his cell phone with an uneasy face. Ponyboy Michael Curtis, his youngest brother, looked up from his homework. "What happened, Darry?"
"Dally stole a bunch of beer from the liquor store two blocks away and when two Socs tried to stop him, he killed them." When Darry said this, Sodapop "Soda" Patrick Curtis, the middle child, looked up in awe.
"YES!!" Soda yelled in triumph. "Three Socs in one week! All at the price of a crippled man." The Curtis brothers were orphans but still had to keep away from police trouble, if either Soda or Ponyboy did, the government would send both of them to a boys' home. Darry played the part of the father, brought home the bacon and provided. He was 21-years-old. Soda also worked and had also dropped out of school. He worked at the DX, a gas station, full-time and also played the role of the mother at sixteen. He cared and loved and acted as the string that kept the family together. Soda was similar to a mediator. Ponyboy was the baby of the family. He was the only one in school and was in high school at 14(he skipped a grade in elementary). He had the brains to be successful as did Soda and Darry. Soda and Darry had to drop out to keep the roof up.
Johnny Cade looked up from the couch he was sitting on. He was the crippled one (at sixteen). "Soda, your name is Soda. Get me a Soda."
A/N from Cheyanne: I'm sorry I have to cut this one short. The CSI: Miami part will be long, I promise. (Really long…)
:CSI: Miami:
Horatio sighed as he reviewed the files for the Lieutenant and her second-in-command at the Sacramento PD. He had to admit, they did go through the trouble of making these files seem hilarious.
Name: Ivetta "Ivy" Angel Jones
Job: CSI
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Crime Lab Supervisor
Age: 37
Hair Colour: Dark Brown
Eye Colour: Ocean Blue
Height: 5'8"
Related To Any Other CSI?: no... whatchu want from me, son? Tryna stalk me huh?
Gun: 9 mil Glock
Personality: ... umm... I'm none too good with this kinda ... Funny, I guess. OH!! I have "Grammar OCD" (diagnosed by Detective Katherine Monroe XD but the result was...)
I know that work and important things come first, yet I procrastinate (Kat: See the irony?). I can be very sarcastic. I stumble on my words sometimes... DON'T BLAME ME!!
I take time to get my words out... And for the rest, I'm just plain 'ol crazyyyyyyy...
Ethnicity: Mother is Filipina, Valencia. Father is British, Atticus
Random Facts: I NEVER HAD PIE BEFORE!! Yes pity me. Actually, I'm glad. I am obsessed with Star Trek and making fun of stalkers. STALKERS WILL DIEEEEEEE! I also bake really good BROWNIES!! I also am fluent in Spanish, French, Italian, Portugese, Romanian, German, Russian and two dialects of Filipino (Tagalog and Bisaya). I FAILED my Latin course in 6th grade...
Name: Katherine "Kat" Monroe
Job: CSI
Rank: Detective/Supervisor (Second-In-Command)
Position: Ballistics Specialist/Supervisor
Age: 31
Hair Colour: Auburn
Eye Colour: Emerald green
Height: 5'7"
Related To Any Other CSI?: Yes, Detective Lindsay Monroe, CSI: NY, second cousin.
Gun: .45 Colt
Personality: Sense of humour, slight sarcasm (SLIGHT?!), likes to joke around with co-workers (especially Ivy), yet knows when to be serious; has good interrogation tactics.
Ethnicity: Father is Irish-British, Brendan Monroe; Mother is Russian, Anya (maiden name Nevsky)
Random Facts: is both-handed, double-jointed, and flexible. Can speak Russian fluently. Allergic to nuts (both the food kind and the dude kind... eww) Dances and loves the video game Rockband (excels at drums). Aside from her Colt. 45, has a .38 Smith & Wesson Revolver (has a fetish for Smith & Wessons).
"What're you looking at H?" asked Eric who was sitting in the seat next to Horatio's.
"The files for the lieutenant and second-in-command of the Sacramento PD," replied Horatio. Eric scanned through the files.
He whistled. "Interesting… are you sure they're those ages?"
Horatio chuckled. "We'll find out."
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At the Sacramento International Airport, two women were standing by two beige Jeep Grand Cherokees. The taller of the two noticed the Miami CSIs from their badges.
Horatio started to introduce himself. "I'm—"
"I know," the brunette said, cutting him off. "Lieutenant Horatio Caine. You're becoming quite the celebrity in the CSI world. I'm Lieutenant Ivetta Jones, call me Ivy," Horatio chuckled.
The other woman stepped up. "Detective Katherine Monroe. Call me Katherine, Kat, whatever, I could honestly care less. You'll meet the rest of the team back at the lab."
Horatio introduced his team. "The blonde lady is Calleigh Duquesne, the tall Hispanic is Eric Delko, the brunette guy is Ryan Wolfe, and the African American lady is our ME, Alexx Woods."
"So why the long trip to Sacramento?" asked Ivy.
"Well, we found a body in Miami that has a Sacramento address. We haven't found all of the suspects yet, but so far, all of our suspects are listed as living here, too," explained Calleigh in her Southern drawl.
"We had evidence shipped over. Did it arrive to your lab yet?" asked Eric.
"Yeah, we received it yesterday," Kat replied.
"We still have to process the victims we found two days ago, at the liquor store." Ivy said. "What was your victim's name again?"
"Matthew Wilson was his name. Curious, are you two really 31 and 37?" Ryan asked.
Ivy laughed. "We get that all the time. We still act like 12 and 11 but we know when to shut up and get mature."
"Especially me in interrogations," Kat interrupted. "I love those things for some weird reason."
"Except she is showing signs of ADD," Ivy joked. Kat glared at Ivy. "Kidding…"
"You're forgetting I'm the ballistics expert," warned Kat.
Ivy stepped a bit closer to Horatio and further away from Kat. Alexx looked at the exchange of words between the Sacramento CSIs. They did act like her kids, Janie and Bryan, when they were playing around with each other.
"Your files didn't state your marital status." Eric said curiously. "So what is it?"
Kat sang the chorus of 'Single' by Natasha Bedingfield. Ivy showed her ring. "Not really," she said in a singsong voice.
"Oh, you guys sing too?" Alexx asked.
"I'm more instrumental," Ivy said, she had already inched her way to the car that the Miami CSIs were standing by.
Kat's response was the opposite. "Are you kidding? I've been taking lessons since I was six. I was originally considering being a Broadway singer until my mother got murdered. I was fascinated by the way they did their jobs and how they caught the killer. Ever since then, I knew this was what I wanted to be," She said.
"So how's life, you guys?" Ivy asked pleasantly. She obviously wanted to avoid the topic of death.
"We'd better get to the lab to finish processing the evidence," Horatio pointed out.
Ivy nodded and escorted the male Miami CSIs to her Grand Cherokee. "But seriously, how is life?"
Kat looked uneasily at Alexx and Calleigh. "Won't they flirt with her or something?"
Alexx looked back at Kat. "She's protected, she's married."
Kat nodded and shrugged. "True that," And she showed them to her car.
In the other car, Horatio took off his shades and finally answered Ivy's question. "Life is never boring when you're a CSI."
