For those out there who enjoy CSI:
I thought that it would be fun to write my own CSI fic. And I'm also going to give my best attempt at making this a case that has to be solved. Whatever I come up with though, I hope you like it. R&R please!
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Chapter 1
Walking toward the front doors of the Las Vegas Criminalistics building, I saw a tall, very slender, blue-eyed brunette walking my way. Reaching the doors, an officer opened one for me.
"Thank you, sir," I said as I walked in.
Oh, and about the woman I saw; that would be me, Cristina Miltadez.
I was starting my first night here. I am to be working as part of the Graveyard Shift, so appropriately named. Most people that come in usually end up in a grave because, oh yeah, they're already dead. It's our job to find out how they died and who killed them.
But first it would help if I had and identification badge and an area to work in. So I went straight to the front desk to see if someone there could tell me where to go.
"May I help you miss?" the woman at the front asked me.
"Um, yes. My name is Cristina Miltadez; this is my first night here. I was wondering where I have to go to get my i.d. badge," I replied.
Looking at a note posted next to her computer, she spoke to me again: "Oh yes, Miss Miltadez; we've been expecting you. Please follow me this way."
Getting away from her computer, she led me down a short hallway and into a small room with a few tables, chairs, a computer, and the same kind of camera that they use for school pictures.
She then handed me a clipboard with two sheets of paper clipped to it and said, "Now if you will just fill everything out that applies to you, then I can get a badge for you. I'll be back in five minutes to see if you're done then."
And with that she left me to fill out the paperwork. And she was back, exactly five minutes later. I then handed her the clipboard as she sat next to me to check everything.
"Perfect. You just forgot to write in your marital status," she said to me, pointing to the only blank I had left.
"I'm sorry; I just didn't know what to put. I didn't know if you'd want 'single' or 'unmarried'," I replied.
"Single will be just fine," she said, laughing at what I said as she wrote in 'single'. "Be grateful you aren't married either."
"Why is that?" I asked.
"Because those of us who are never get to see their families for the most part," she replied, showing me her family picture in her wallet.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," I said, not knowing what else to say.
"Don't worry about it. My family understands that it's our job to put the bastards in jail who would otherwise harm people," she replied, standing up and walking over to the computer.
She then sat down and began typing in everything that I had filled out. Soon enough, she called me over to stand in front of the camera so she could get my picture for my badge.
Within a few minutes, I had my i.d. badge and was ready to work, as soon as I found out where I was to go.
"I'm sure that you would like to know where you are to work. So please, follow me," she said to me as she began to walk down a long hallway.
Following her, I noticed something about most of the rooms: the walls were made of glass. Meaning, you could see what everyone was working on at any given time. I thought that was pretty cool. There were some rooms though that had at least one normal, solid wall. I kept wondering where I was going to be working.
We then turned right into another hallway. I finally started seeing some rooms without the glass walls. She stopped right in font of one and knocked on the open door.
"Yes?" I heard someone say from inside.
"Mr. Grissom? Miss Miltadez is here now." she said.
"Please, send her in. Thank you," he replied.
"Go right on in Miss Miltadez," she said to me as I walked in.
I stood in front of a very cluttered desk; stacks of papers were everywhere. Looking around the room, I saw many samples of bugs in jars, glass cases, and even living ones in what, at some point, was a fish tank.
"Please dear God don't tell me I'm working in this room," I thought to myself as the chair behind the desk spun around.
"Ah, you must be Cristina Miltadez. We're glad to have you on our team. I'm the night shift supervisor, as well as your, for lack of a better term, boss; Gil Grissom. Please have a seat," he said to me.
So I did, I sat down, still rather uncomfortable about being in a room filled with bugs, living and dead.
"So, what made you come here?" he asked me once I had been seated in front of him.
"Well, it's quite an interesting story......................."