Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, just the story.
My English isn't very good, because I'm not a native-speaker, but hey, it's getting better!
Target
"Good evening Catherine"
"Good evening Grissom, anything interesting yet?"
"Not really, but you know that never takes very long around here."
"Unfortunately. I could use a break after our last case, that one kinda got to me."
She went for a cup of coffee and settled herself in the break room, planning to do some paperwork she should have done ages ago. Nick and Sarah, who clearly had the same idea, soon walked in and joined her.
"Behind on the paperwork to Cath?" Nick asked.
"Yeah, it's just so boring, I keep putting it off."
"I know the feeling, good catch on that last case bye the way."
"To bad you didn't think of it earlier, would have saved us a lot of trouble, but hey, nobody's perfect, not even you." Sarah sneered, surprising both Catherine and Nick.
'Okay', Catherine thought, 'somebody is in a bad mood'... She really didn't know what had gotten into Sarah lately. She couldn't seem to get a nice answer out of her for some reason. She decide to just ignore it, Sarah would probably brighten up after a couple of cups of coffee, which apparently she lacked at the moment. Nick smiled at her and mouthed 'little sunshine' which made her snicker and clearly pissed of Sarah even further.
After about half an hour Warrick walked in with Grissom. "Hey Nick, we've got a case." He said.
"Actually we have two," Grissom said. "Sarah, Catherine, you with me, we have an apparent murder. Nick your with Warrick"
Half an hour later Catherine, Sarah and Grissom pulled up before a house just outside the Strip. Two police cars were parked in front of it. Captain Jim Brass was waiting in the front garden for them. He walked to the car and brought them up to date on the situation inside.
"One gunshot vic. Female, Caucasian, 32 years old. Name's Debrah Dunvey, used to live her alone. According to the neighbours her only family lives on the other side of the country and she currently isn't involved in a relationship. We cleared the house and garage so you're free to go inside."
"Thanks Jim," Catherine said and followed Grissom and Sarah into the house.
Inside it was a big mess, their victim was at the bottom of the stairs, dressed in pyjamas with a gunshot wound in the head. The whole house was just one big mess. Closets had been emptied on the floor and the spot that probably had held the T.V. first was now empty.
"Looks like burglary to me," Sarah said, "I'll go check outside if there are any traces there. If they took stuff with them, there probably was a car involved. And the yard may hold some footprints" she added while walking outside
"They were rather messy," Grissom said while looking around, "we should be able to find something somewhere."
"No traces of gunpowder on the vic." Said Catherine, "she probably was shot from a reasonable distance, she doesn't have any bruises so she wasn't shot at the top of the stairs and fell down, she was already downstairs. Distance to the front door is too short, telling us the killer wasn't standing in the hallway. Which leaves us with the living room." She thought for a moment "How about this? She's asleep upstairs, hears some noise downstairs and walks in on a burglary. Burglar gets nervous and shoots her."
"Plausible, but we don't know that much yet. Let's start in the living room, since we're most likely to find something useful there. You start in the back, I'll start in the front and we'll work our way towards each other."
"Fine by me," Catherine smiled. She liked working with Grissom; he had a rather unique look at cases, but always worked the scene extremely systematic. He also made sure she didn't unconsciously twist the facts to fit the story as she thought it went down. With him she never worried that they might miss something. They both quietly went to work.
In the back yard a women slowly walked up to a tree. There was a lot of activity at the front of the house, but no one seemed to bother about the back. From where she was standing she could see exactly what was going on in the living room. That blond- haired bitch was working the scene with an annoying superior look on her face, like always, she had watched her so many times. Always so sure that she wouldn't miss a thing, and the really annoying part was that she probably wouldn't, but this time there was al little surprise for her. Just something to make this crime scene one she wouldn't soon any time soon. She quickly looked around making sure no one saw her and then pulled out a gun. She was a good shooter and that bitch was a very easy target standing there. She smiled and aimed...
Inside Katherine was dusting a cabinet that probably had held some silver. She had lifted at least a dozen of good prints, she just hoped they didn't all belong to the vic. Suddenly she heard a shot, immediately followed by the sound of breaking glass. She threw herself against the wall next to the window, adrenaline rushing through her veins. When she pulled out her gun, she noticed a sharp pain and a sticky substance on her hand. She looked down and saw blood pouring from a wound in her shoulder. She felt her knees getting weak as her gun slipped from her fingers. The last thing she saw was Grissom rushing towards her, before she collapsed on the floor.
Okay, part two is on the way (yes I'm a very evil person to stop the story here). Some reviews may speed up the process and make me very, very happy.
My English isn't very good, because I'm not a native-speaker, but hey, it's getting better!
Target
"Good evening Catherine"
"Good evening Grissom, anything interesting yet?"
"Not really, but you know that never takes very long around here."
"Unfortunately. I could use a break after our last case, that one kinda got to me."
She went for a cup of coffee and settled herself in the break room, planning to do some paperwork she should have done ages ago. Nick and Sarah, who clearly had the same idea, soon walked in and joined her.
"Behind on the paperwork to Cath?" Nick asked.
"Yeah, it's just so boring, I keep putting it off."
"I know the feeling, good catch on that last case bye the way."
"To bad you didn't think of it earlier, would have saved us a lot of trouble, but hey, nobody's perfect, not even you." Sarah sneered, surprising both Catherine and Nick.
'Okay', Catherine thought, 'somebody is in a bad mood'... She really didn't know what had gotten into Sarah lately. She couldn't seem to get a nice answer out of her for some reason. She decide to just ignore it, Sarah would probably brighten up after a couple of cups of coffee, which apparently she lacked at the moment. Nick smiled at her and mouthed 'little sunshine' which made her snicker and clearly pissed of Sarah even further.
After about half an hour Warrick walked in with Grissom. "Hey Nick, we've got a case." He said.
"Actually we have two," Grissom said. "Sarah, Catherine, you with me, we have an apparent murder. Nick your with Warrick"
Half an hour later Catherine, Sarah and Grissom pulled up before a house just outside the Strip. Two police cars were parked in front of it. Captain Jim Brass was waiting in the front garden for them. He walked to the car and brought them up to date on the situation inside.
"One gunshot vic. Female, Caucasian, 32 years old. Name's Debrah Dunvey, used to live her alone. According to the neighbours her only family lives on the other side of the country and she currently isn't involved in a relationship. We cleared the house and garage so you're free to go inside."
"Thanks Jim," Catherine said and followed Grissom and Sarah into the house.
Inside it was a big mess, their victim was at the bottom of the stairs, dressed in pyjamas with a gunshot wound in the head. The whole house was just one big mess. Closets had been emptied on the floor and the spot that probably had held the T.V. first was now empty.
"Looks like burglary to me," Sarah said, "I'll go check outside if there are any traces there. If they took stuff with them, there probably was a car involved. And the yard may hold some footprints" she added while walking outside
"They were rather messy," Grissom said while looking around, "we should be able to find something somewhere."
"No traces of gunpowder on the vic." Said Catherine, "she probably was shot from a reasonable distance, she doesn't have any bruises so she wasn't shot at the top of the stairs and fell down, she was already downstairs. Distance to the front door is too short, telling us the killer wasn't standing in the hallway. Which leaves us with the living room." She thought for a moment "How about this? She's asleep upstairs, hears some noise downstairs and walks in on a burglary. Burglar gets nervous and shoots her."
"Plausible, but we don't know that much yet. Let's start in the living room, since we're most likely to find something useful there. You start in the back, I'll start in the front and we'll work our way towards each other."
"Fine by me," Catherine smiled. She liked working with Grissom; he had a rather unique look at cases, but always worked the scene extremely systematic. He also made sure she didn't unconsciously twist the facts to fit the story as she thought it went down. With him she never worried that they might miss something. They both quietly went to work.
In the back yard a women slowly walked up to a tree. There was a lot of activity at the front of the house, but no one seemed to bother about the back. From where she was standing she could see exactly what was going on in the living room. That blond- haired bitch was working the scene with an annoying superior look on her face, like always, she had watched her so many times. Always so sure that she wouldn't miss a thing, and the really annoying part was that she probably wouldn't, but this time there was al little surprise for her. Just something to make this crime scene one she wouldn't soon any time soon. She quickly looked around making sure no one saw her and then pulled out a gun. She was a good shooter and that bitch was a very easy target standing there. She smiled and aimed...
Inside Katherine was dusting a cabinet that probably had held some silver. She had lifted at least a dozen of good prints, she just hoped they didn't all belong to the vic. Suddenly she heard a shot, immediately followed by the sound of breaking glass. She threw herself against the wall next to the window, adrenaline rushing through her veins. When she pulled out her gun, she noticed a sharp pain and a sticky substance on her hand. She looked down and saw blood pouring from a wound in her shoulder. She felt her knees getting weak as her gun slipped from her fingers. The last thing she saw was Grissom rushing towards her, before she collapsed on the floor.
Okay, part two is on the way (yes I'm a very evil person to stop the story here). Some reviews may speed up the process and make me very, very happy.