Las Vegas Lights
Chapter One- Nothing Like A Murder
Thanks to Lady Heather, Nisha14, mj0621, Daydreamer1127, DrusillaBraun, CissaMalfoy, soliz, myfairlady, JacobedRose, and my wonderful Sergeant Happy Bunny for their reviews on Leaving Las Vegas.
Disclaimer: I have no ownership of any characters. No affiliated with CBS or the producers of CSI.
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"Have you seen anything like this?"
"No...it's like a battlefield in here."
Gil Grissom glanced up at his brunette partner. "D-Day indoors." he said.
Nick walked up to them. "This is insane. I don't have enough markers to mark all these shots fired." he complained.
"Improvise Nick." Grissom said bluntly.
Nick nodded. "Right." he said walking off to work with Warrick and Greg.
Sara and Grissom went back to work, processing a scene too big for the CSI team, especially with one missing.
"Wow way close up shot." Sara noticed at one of the dead vics.
Grissom moved around her to get a closer look. "Straight in the back of the head. Either the killer had a damn good aim or he was standing two feet away from our deceased."
"Which is more likely?" Sara pointed out.
Grissom half smiled. They continued to work until they ran out of film. As they got up to grab another roll from the CSI van, Sara leaned over and kissed Grissom gently on the cheek.
"Nice working a murder with you."
"It's what we do everyday." He responded.
"Yeah. That's why I like it."
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"Anthony Johnson, you are under arrest for the murder of Diana Pierce. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be provided for you. You have the right to decline counsel."
"Yeah yeah yeah." The perp muttered as he was led into a squad car.
Catherine Willows shut the car door with a brisk manner and smoothed back her long strawberry blonde hair. The badge at her waist glistened in the Montana sun.
Back in the squadroom, the cops were celebrating and Catherine was in the center of attention. She had made the arrest, cracked open the case, and the Montana PD couldn't be more pleased. Wine for the occasion.
"Detective Willows?"
Catherine turned. "Yeah?"
"Message for you."
"Thanks." She said, taking the phone from another cop, heading outside of the noisy room.
"Hello?"
"Catherine?"
"Eckie?" She said with a surprise in her voice.
"Yeah hey. How have you been?" he asked politely, trying to make some small talk before he asked her for a huge favor.
"I've been good."
"You rusty at being a CSI?" He asked, only half joking.
Catherine made a face. "Never. I'm guessing this isn't just a friendly call."
"Wow you're still good." He replied. "We got a big case. Shout out in one of Braun's casinos. Over one hundred shots fired."
Catherine whistled. "Wow. I'm guessing you need me."
"You guessed right."
"Let me think on it and see if I can take a vacation. Call you back. Same number?"
"Yeah."
"Okay." She said hanging up.
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"Hey Lindsay?" Catherine said, walking into the barn that she knew her daughter was in.
Catherine couldn't believe that she was back in the place where she had grown up. Her daughter sitting in the same stall that she had spent so much time of her childhood. It was nice to be home, but a small part of her still missed the city lights. But with those lights came dark memories…memories that Catherine would rather not relive.
"In here." Came a voice from one of the stalls in the back.
Catherine poked her head in to find her daughter grooming a spotted mare. "She looks good."
Lindsay beamed. "Yeah she sure does." She replied, moving to check the mare's hooves.
Catherine leaned against the stall door and looked the horse over, before mentioning what was on her mind.
"Ecklie called."
Lindsay's head snapped up. It had been five years since her mother had had any contact with anyone in their old life. Their life in Vegas. Sin City. Her mom had decided to move them back to her hometown under the thought that maybe what happened in Vegas would really stay in Vegas and that neither of them would have to live with the memory that Catherine had been forced to kill her husband…Lindsay's father.
"And what?" she asked looking at Catherine unblinking.
"I think I need to make a trip back to Vegas."
"You think that's a good idea?"
"I don't know."
Lindsay put down her brush and went over to her mother. "Mom, whatever you decide is fine with me."
"So is it okay if we go back, just until this case is closed?"
"I'm fine with it."
Catherine wasn't convinced. "You sure you're gonna be okay?"
Lindsay flashed her mom a lopsided grin. "Mama, you got all your siblings coming over everyday to make sure I'm happy here. I think I can handle it. Afterall, I can't miss school and I need to know what's going on in Vegas in case you decide we're going back."
"Who said we were going back?"
"Just a hunch."
Catherine smiled at Lindsay. The younger version of herself.
"Alright psychic I'll catch the early flight out and call you when I get there."
Lindsay wrapped her arms around her mom. "Have fun." She said as Catherine kissed her on the side of the head.
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This was short and sweet. Just providing a little intro to the story. More on the way I promise! Lots of twists in the story. Just the way I like it. Hehe