Disclaimer: Nothing CSI related actually belongs to me - I just have an overactive imagination.
Well, he's yet another attempted at a CSI fic, and this time it's more case central - And includes all the Graveyard shift CSI's - Grissom, Catherine, Nick, Greg, Sara and Warrick (naturally) and also; Detectives Brass and Vartann. Doc Robbins & David Phillips, and everyone's fav lab rats - Archie, Hodges, Bobbie, Jacqui and Wendy. Might add bit of Sofia in too, but not sure.
Fic is set out more like a normal CSI ep, hope I manage to keep everyone in character, and will update when I can - And I even researched certain things so the science is as close as possible to fact...
Stripped Bare
He swept along the winding roads, the engine roaring loudly and his headlights flashing him glimpses of the road ahead and in front of him as he quickly passed. Yawning slightly he turned the volume up on the radio which as blasting out what the DJ had decided were 'Great Driving Tunes'.
Glancing at his clock he noticed the time was now just after 1am. A reflection in his rear view mirror alerted him to the fact there was another car speeding along behind him. Surprising considering he rarely met someone else out at this time on these roads, let alone someone with the engine capacity to catch him up after travelling alone for at past the past 20 to 30 miles.
He pushed his foot down slightly on the accelerator so as to stay a safe distance from the car behind, whist was quickly gaining.
Suddenly the car behind hit him, and he began to skid…
Gil Grissom, Nick Stokes, and Greg Sanders climbed out of the car and walked towards the yellow crime scene tape that was sealing off the crash site from anyone who didn't have clearance to enter – Not that there was anyone around, just the two cops in patrol car that had called it in, David Phillips, Doc Robbins's assistant, who was hovering nearby, and Jim Brass, the detective in charge.
"What you got for me Jim?" Gil asked in greeting as Nick and Greg continued to walk towards David.
"Patrol called it in about half an hour ago, ran a plates check – DB is a John Damien, last known work place was as a waiter at 'Juno's Bar' down on the strip, but seems he quit last month after striking it lucky at The Tangiers." Brass informed him as they moved under the tape and walked to where Greg was now checking out the outside of the car and Nick was talking to David about TOD.
"So, judging by that, I'd say he's being dead no more than between one and a half, to two hours." David said, quickly glancing at his watch. The time was five minutes to three.
"Thanks David." Nick replied before turning to Grissom and Brass.
"So,
what do you think happened?" Grissom asks Nick, who then looks
around the scene a moment before replying.
"Vic has a Lotus –
No way would he be travelling at the speed limit this time of night.
Roads are empty, but it's still dark and bendy. – We passed tire
marks on the road as we walked up. He probably turned too quickly,
swerved, then slammed on his breaks, but the force of momentum
shunted him along till he hit the wall, automatically releasing the
airbag and also causing the smoke from the engine and obvious damage
to the front of the car. Most likely he died on impact. But seems to
me it was just an accident." Nick concluded, waiting for Grissom to
reply, but Greg spoke up first.
"If that's the case, then why is there fresh paint transfer and damage to the rear of the car?" He asked, instantly getting the attention of the others.
Grissom raised an eyebrow. "Looks like our 'accidental' shunt just turned into a bump n' shunt."
