A/N-Okay here is my newest story. It is going to be a very intense story, that is why it is rated M. It is Greg-centric as all my stories are, with a big focus on Nick and Grissom too. I have pretty much written the whole thing just not typed it all out. I got the idea for this story from some stories I heard on CNN about the drug nicknamed "Devil's Breath", hence the name of the story. I hope you will leave feedback as I love it.
She smiled as she watched him squirm for his freedom. His wrists were rubbed raw and bloody from fighting against his restraints. She walked over to him and placed her hand on his head and petted him like a dog.
"Get your hands off me, you crazy bitch," he spat at her.
She made a fist in his blonde hair and yanked his head back, so he was forced to look at her. His green eyes stared up at her in fear. "There, there my pet. You do not want to make me mad again. You know what happens when you make me mad." She ran her hand over his bare chest that was covered in welts and dried blood. The man shivered under her touch.
"I hate you," the man seethed.
She shook her head. "No, don't say that. It hurts me when you say that and when I hurt it makes me want to take it out on you. You did not want to end up like my last one, do you? I can make you happy if you just cooperate."
He stared up at the hazel eyes that belonged to the woman he now knew only as "Love." She always had that unhinged look in her eyes that made him feel like death might be a better option. "I just want to go home," he said to her in a slightly shaky voice.
She smiled at him again with that eerie look. "You like to whine a lot, you know that? It's getting on my nerves. I am sure I can find better." She let go of his hair and got up. She walked towards a black metal trunk. His eyes went wide with fear as she opened the trunk and looked for the item she sought.
When she turned around and he saw what she held in her hand he panicked. "No, no! I'll stop whining. I'll do whatever you want," he begged.
She just smiled sinisterly at him. "I'm sure you will, my pet," she said as she advanced towards him pulling a surgical mask over her face. He tried to turn away from her but was not able to avoid her blowing the powder in his face.
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They looked down at the naked male body. "Second one we found like this in a month now," David Philips said to Nick Stokes and Greg Sanders as he examined the body.
"What's TOD, Super Dave?" Nick asked the assistant coroner of Clark County, Nevada.
"He's been dead about 14 hours. We are ready to take him back to the lab."
Greg snapped a few more photos of the body before Dave and his assistant put the body on a stretcher. As they took the body away, Greg turned to Nick. "So it looks like we might have a serial killer on the loose."
Nick nodded to him. "Looks like it. Body left in same area as last one was and also left in almost same condition. Someone is really taking it out on these guys and not leaving much in evidence behind either."
"Well we will have to wait until tox screen comes back on him to see if he has Scopolamine in his system too, then we know we are dealing with the same person," Greg said as he snapped a few more photos of the scene.
Nick shined his flashlight around the alley in which the body was found. It was off-strip and located behind a strip club. A stripper going out back for a smoke came across the body when she smelled something from behind some cardboard boxes.
Detective Vega came out to meet with the CSI's. "Hey guys. I just finished talking with Candy Cane aka Candice Keystone. She's the one who found the body. She's never seen the guy before. She tells me she knows all the regulars who come here and he is not one. I'll check into missing persons to see if anyone reported him missing and maybe we can ID him." He walked off to his car and left the CSI's to finish processing the scene.
"There's no cameras in this alleyway. The person who did the body dump probably knew that too," Nick said to Greg as he looked around the area.
"Yeah just like the last one that was dumped not too far from here. The killer must know this area fairly well."
"Well, we are not going to find much else here. Let's go back to the lab and see if Doc Robbins has any news on our victim."
Nick and Greg put their cases and the little bit of evidence they collected in the back of the Denali and headed back to the lab.
"Have you had any hot dates lately?" Nick asked Greg as he drove.
Greg frowned at Nick. "Hell no, been working too much, hard to meet anyone when you have been doing nothing but working and sleeping. All work and no play is making Greg a dull boy."
Nick chuckled. "You have to try to get out some more, man. I got lucky meeting Vicki like I did. Now we've been dating like 2 months. We see each other as much as we can which is not a whole lot, but she is a patient woman."
"Yeah lucky for you. At least when I was in the lab I had more time, lately it just seems impossible."
Nick smiled. "You got to make time for love, Greg." Greg rolled his eyes at Nick.
"You are about to make me sick with that talk, Nick." Nick just laughed at him.
When they got back to the lab, after they dropped off a few items for Hodges in trace lab, they went to the see Doc Robbins.
"Hey Nick, Greg, looks like you are right that this guy was killed by the same person who killed your last male victim. The lacerations and welts on his body are similar to the last guy. Looks to be made by some sort of braided whip and look at these marks." Doc Robbins pointed to some oval linked like markings on his back.
"Looks like he was hit with a chain or something," Nick said as he examined the marks more closely and took photos of the marks.
"Also scratch marks on his chest and face like the last victim, no defensive wounds though. Wrists were tied up with rope by the looks of the ligatures on them. Evidence of rectal tearing and penile fracture also like the last victim had. COD is still pending on tox results."
Greg shook his head in disgust. "That is messed up. We need to find this person who is doing this."
"Kind of hard with little evidence left by our killer," Nick said to him. "Let's see if Mandy found out who our guy is by his fingerprints. See you later Doc. Let us know if you find anything else out we should know about."
Nick and Greg walked into the print lab where Mandy sat in front of her computer screen. She looked up as she heard them come in. "Hey you two, I got a hit on your victim. His name is Jeffrey Parker from Summerlin. He was once picked up on a DUI. I've passed on the information to Detective Vega already. He's getting in touch with the man's next of kin. So is it true there might be a serial killer out there again?"
Greg looked to Nick then responded to Mandy. "It looks like it at this point. Our last two victims have almost identical types of marks on their bodies and found in same manner."
"Once we get toxicology results back from Henry we will be able to know for sure." Nick said to her. "Thanks for the quick work. We'll be in touch."
Nick and Greg went to the layout room and spread out the photos of their two victims on the table. Grissom came in as they were comparing notes.
"Henry gave me your tox results on your latest victim. High dosage of Scopolamine was found in his blood. So we have someone very dangerous out there. This drug is rarely used for stuff like this and hard to find easily in large powder doses in the U.S. This person probably has connections somewhere in South America where this drug has become more popular. This means we need to see if your current victim's checking account was cleaned out." Grissom said to them.
"Well Mandy just got an ID on our latest victim. She said Vega was working on contacting next of kin and getting more information about him. So we will let him know about the presence of the Scopolamine and then we can check on his stuff," Nick suggested to Grissom.
A couple hours passed before they were able to meet Vega at Jeffrey Parker's condo.
"Jeffrey Parker was a financial advisor. His co-workers last saw him 4 days ago. He had been reported missing after he did not call into work for 2 days and no one could get a hold of him. I am waiting for his checking account records to see if he made any withdrawals in the last 4 days," Vega told Greg and Nick.
The two CSI's walked into the condo and started examining to see if anything was stolen. After an hour of casing his condo, they could find nothing out of place. His bed was not even slept in.
"Hey guys. There was a withdrawal from his checking account 4 days ago, at the First National Bank branch ATM on North Nellis Boulevard. The withdrawal was at 4:13 am in the amount of 500. Then another was made at the First National Bank branch ATM on East Owens Ave, only about 3 miles from the other one. That was made at 4:47 am and for 800. We are getting the security camera footage from both. Did you find anything missing here?" Vega asked them after he filled them in on the ATM withdrawals.
"No, nothing looks out of place from what we can tell. Same as the last guy too. Only made the cash withdrawals and then had their fun with the victim it looks like." Nick said to Vega.
"Well, let's head back to the lab and wait on that security camera footage and see if our killer shows his face this time around," Greg said to Nick.
She sat on the barstool, twirling her hair in between her long fingers. She sipped on her drink as she waited for someone to make a move on her. So far she had been lucky, she had not needed to make the first move. They always came to her. Men always wanted her, all her life so much so she grew to hate them until she discovered how to have her way with them and make them pay for all the pain she had been put through at the hands of men.
She smiled as a handsome black haired man with icy blue eyes sat on the empty barstool next to her. "Hi there. Looks like you could use some company this evening," he said to her in a Southern drawl.
She batted her long lashes at him, giving him a coy look. "I could use some company."
He smiled at her and got the bartender to order her another drink on his tab. Then he turned his attention back to her. "So you come here often?"
She giggled at the horrible line that he came up with, such a typical male. She was getting sick of the typical male type like him but would stick it out with this guy this time around since he came to her.
When the bartender served up their drinks, she suggested they take a quiet table in the corner so they could get to know each other better. He practically drooled at the invitation to be alone with this beautiful brunette.
Once they were comfortably seated at a corner table for little to see them, so fingered the little packet in her pocket. She let him start kissing her. As he was busy nibbling down her neck, she took the powdery substance in the packet and emptied it into his drink. When she was satisfied, so pulled away briefly to get a sip of her own drink. She smiled brightly as she watched him down his drink.
"So what do you do for a living?" She asked him while he was still cognitive.
He blinked a little, starting to feel a bit weird but answered. "I work in the Tangiers in the casino."
"Do you live close by here?"
"Not too far." He said but was starting to feel like a bit woozy.
"Are you okay? Maybe I should take you home. You do not look so good," She said coyly, knowing perfectly well what was happening to him.
"Yeah that might be a good idea." She helped him up and walked out with him to his red Mustang.
"Nice car. I bet you make good money at the Casino." She said to him as she helped him into his car in the passenger seat.
"Yeah it pays well." She studied his eyes a moment and smiled when she knew the drug had taken its affect.
"Good, let's see how well." She said as she got in the car with him and locked the doors.