AMAZING
I'm posting this for my friend who wrote it for me for Christams. Tell me what you thought about her first CSI fic. And yes, the main characters are based off of me and her. All reviews will be sent to her. You will see where I get my sense of humor…
Thanks
Chapter One :
It was deathly quiet in the dark room. Though he was accompanied by many television screens and keyboards, all buzzing as they scanned the data loaded into them, he was rather lonely. He pressed several keys into the keyboard before him, causing the screen just inches above to flicker in a spectrum of salt and pepper grains and zoom in on the image he was attempting to decipher.
He sighed and rubbed his face with his clammy palms. It had been such a long day, with three cases…each involving security cameras, and not of the best technology, I might add. "What time is it?" He asked himself, searching through all of the screens to find the hidden clock. "Nine thirty…Why did I choose night shift?"
He stood and crossed the room, adjusting his black jeans around his waist as he opened the door, heading to the small room which held the refrigerator and the coffee maker. He looked around, making sure the hallway was clear. He turned back to the room, to make sure it was empty. He smirked to himself, and began to pour a fresh cup of the infamous Blue Hawaiian Coffee which was exclusively bought by one of his co-workers…one who didn't like to share it.
"Ah, Archie…" The smooth, deep voice of a tall male floated through the room and danced around the ears of the coffee drinker.
Archie's eyes turned to the man in the doorway, looking over the rim of the coffee cup. "Ah, Greg…" he replied with yet another smirk.
"Tell me," Greg pushed off the doorframe he was leaning against and proceeded towards Archie, pouring a cup of coffee for himself. "How are those security tapes coming?"
"I think I have something on the suspect on the 'I don't like you so I shall kill you with my frozen carton of milk' case," Archie led Greg across the hall and sat down in his swivel chair. "Since there are cameras in the kitchen of the restaurant, I got several angles of the crime."
"Oh, really?" Greg straddled the chair beside Archie and sipped his coffee. "Enlighten me."
"Well," Archie moved several frames across some screens and adjusted them so there was a clear picture. "Here we see the suspect entering the kitchen, where the victim is kneeling by the stove, obviously cleaning in the cabinet beneath it. The suspect apparently has a grudge towards the victim."
"Yeah, well, anyone could see that after you saw the suspect kick the victim just like that…" Greg watched the screen, attempting to find any flaw in the suspect's plan.
"And here it is…" Archie pointed to a screen beside him, showing Greg what he found after clearing up the pictures. "The suspect walks away from the victim and approaches the freezer. There he takes out the frozen milk carton and whack…the victim is unconscious."
"And due to the weight of the frozen milk, and the force of the repeating blows to the head, the victim's skull was fractured," Greg sighed. "So we know how this guy was murdered. But the who and the why are still unknown."
Archie nodded. "That's where I got this," he pulled up another screen showing a clear side view of the suspects face.
Greg almost fell over in his chair. "It's a woman!"
"Yeah. The baggy clothes and the haircut with the hat are just to throw us off," Archie sighed.
"Alright, thanks, Arch. You can rest easy on this case," Greg gave him a slap on the back and ran out of the room, running down the hall into the boss's office.
Archie nodded. "No problem…any time…"
"Hey, Archie," Gil Grissom, the boss the investigators had to answer to walked into the video tech lab where Archie sat.
"Yeah?" Archie looked up at Grissom.
"You look…horrible…" Grissom said bluntly.
Archie rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I've gotten that a bit lately."
"Alright…" Grissom looked up at the screens. "Anything on the tape from the hotel?"
Archie shook his head. "No."
Grissom heaved an agitated sigh. "Go home and get some sleep, Archie. You look like hell."
Archie looked up at him. "What are you talking about?"
"You're dead tired; you can barely hold your head up. I can't have a video tech falling asleep on the job. Go home," Grissom left the room, leaving Archie to finish up where he was.
"Well…I'm going to get some sleep tonight…" He couldn't complain, he had had a rough week and staying up all night after a serious breakup was the last thing on his mind.
As he gathered his things into a bag that hung over his shoulder, a woman with short brown hair walked into the office. "Yes, Sara?" He asked.
"Oh…" Sara looked at the grim expression on her co-workers face. "Hey, are you okay?"
Archie nodded. "Grissom just told me to go home. I'll work on your case in the morning."
Sara blinked as he walked by, shutting the door behind him. "Oh, okay…"
"Hey, Arch!" Nick Stokes, yet another CSI from the lab smiled as Archie walked by.
Archie didn't even acknowledge his presence as he proceeded out of the Crime Lab and to his car.
"Ooh, I'm so excited!" Twenty-six year old Jamie Thomas stretched out across her comfortable queen-sized bed around 7:47am. "I've finally gotten a job!"
"Even if it means cutting up dead bodies?" Jamie's best friend Jess Benet walked into the bedroom, sticking a toothbrush in her mouth.
"I don't know," Jamie shrugged. "Jess…and you finally got your wish. You're a lab rat now!"
Jess's eyebrow twitched. "You said that as if it were a good thing…"
Jamie stood up and cast her pajama shirt and shorts to the floor, standing in front of the mirror in only her unmentionables. "I'm hot."
Jess fell over. "You freaking narcissist!"
"Careful, you'll choke on that toothbrush. Then you'll be the one they're cutting open with a Y-incision," she teased her friend, walking into the bathroom they shared and turning on the shower.
Jess regained her composure and she too entered the bathroom, ignoring the fact that Jamie had just stripped and was now climbing into the cold shower. She spat out the toothpaste and rinsed out her mouth, looking up into the mirror and staring at herself.
She was an ordinary girl, with long flowing black hair and big beautiful blue eyes. Of course she wore contacts, like Jamie, she wore glasses until high school. She stood five feet and seven inches tall, with a slim waist and a very noticeable chest. She had no visual marks marring her beautiful complexion, except for the tiny scar on her left temple from a spur of the moment idiotic idea; of course it belonged to Jamie…to go "ice sledding." They were fifteen at the time, and Jess had joined Jamie to one of her horse back riding lessons, and afterward, the dove onto sleds and slid down the hill in Jamie's back yard, which was completely ice from the frigid weather and a very heavy rain they had just experienced recently. Jamie's younger sister McKenna had joined them, and she, along with Jess had slid down the hill, tipping the sled over, and sliding across the ice. It took Jess a while to realize her head was bleeding. And Jamie never heard the end of it.
They had been friends since the seventh grade. Friends unlike others, who could make fun of each other and laugh it off, even insult each other to the point of tears and just shrug it into the past and watch a movie. They could even talk about themselves in the most repulsive, conceited, disgusting ways, and still find humor in it. Though this mostly belonged to Jamie who enjoyed talking about her charms in any way possible. She had once said: "You know Jess…I just realized something," and here she pushed her arms together, increasing her cleavage through the v-neck shirt she wore and looked into the mirror. "We speak of the twins as if they're a separate being…our girlfriends have no problem poking them and naming them…" Here she raised an eyebrow and fell back against Jess, the both of them laughing hard.
And now look at them. Two twenty-six year old women sharing a beautiful condominium and getting ready to work in the same place.
Jess, who had always dreamed of being a crime scene investigator, was now a lab technician. She'd be in the lab analyzing the evidence and searching for DNA and other sources to convict a suspect in the cases the investigators before her would bring in.
While Jamie on the other hand, would be in the morgue performing the autopsy on the victims in the cases Jess would be analyzing. So for them, it all worked out. Two best friends, grew up together, went through school together, live together, and now have a job together.
Jamie stood in the shower, the increasingly hot water dripping down her body. Like Jess, she was an ordinary girl…well in her case, a girl who was out of the ordinary…with long curly brown hair and crystal blue eyes. She stood a mere five feet five and a half inches tall, with a chest that caught even women's eyes. This, she loved to talk about. She teased herself, saying her chest was always in the way, and the next minute how she loved the size of her chest. She flipped back and forth just to annoy her friends. Like Jess, she wore contacts. Though unlike Jess, she made more noise attempting to put them in than a herd of elephants did. Not to mention the herd of elephants was in the middle of Africa, and she and Jess lived in Las Vegas. Aha, see my point?
Jamie had a smooth complexion, adorned with two beauty marks on either side of her mouth. But one marking on her face stood out. On her forehead above her left eyebrow was a scar from the second grade. That scar was dear to her for when she was young her best friend in the entire world, Nicole Weis received the chickenpox from Jamie, on their mothers' behalves, Nicole herself attained the exact same scar in the exact same place.
"You know, it's rather nice to be early on your first day of work," Jess said, shooting a burning glance toward Jamie as she climbed out of the shower. Jess watched Jamie, of course after she had donned a towel, as she leaned forward and shook her long hair out like a dog does after its bath. "You…are the weirdest person I know."
Jamie wrapped the towel around her below her arms and pushed her hair out of her face. "I know. I guess that's why I took the job as the doc in the morgue. I'll…lighten things up a bit," she gave Jess a smirk before dropping her towel just enough to flash Jess and disappear into the next room.
"Nick," Grissom leaned his head into the coffee room. "Get Sara, Catherine, Greg, Archie, and Warrick and tell them to meet me in the DNA Lab ASAP."
Nick blinked at the now empty doorway, Grissom had scared him…throwing a door open and sticking that head into a room before Nick's had his coffee is not a bright thing to do. "Yeah…right away…" he sipped at the Blue Hawaiian coffee and left the room.
"Nick," Warrick looked at his co-worker and friend, "Grissom wants us in the DNA Lab ASAP."
Nick nodded. "Yeah, I know," he continued in the wrong direction, heading to where he'd find Archie, Sara, and Catherine.
"Nicky," Catherine looked at Nick as she stood beside Sara and Archie. "Come on, Grissom wants us in the Lab."
Nick blinked. "Yeah…" he turned around and entered the coffee room where he had just seen Greg disappear into.
Greg looked up at Nick as he poured himself a cup of HIS Blue Hawaiian coffee. "How many times do I have to tell you, hands off the coffee!" He scolded, exiting the room. "By the way, Grissom wants us in the DNA Lab."
Nick rolled his eyes and followed Greg silently, still groggy from falling out of bed this early in the morning.
As the ground assembled in the lab, each finding either a chair to sit on, or a desk to take it's place, much to Grissom's dismay, two beautiful women entered the room.
"Guys," Grissom said as both women took their place by his side. "Since Mia moved to Illinois and Doc Robbins has retired, we had to bring in some new recruits."
The group nodded in unison as Grissom turned to the girls.
"Everyone, this is the new Lab Tech, Jess Benet," Grissom said. "Jess, this is Nick, Sara, Warrick, Archie, Catherine, and Greggo."
Suddenly the woman with the long brown hair blinked, obviously holding back a laugh. "Eggo!"
Everyone turned to her.
"Oh dear, I've done it again, haven't I?" She blushed.
Jess sighed. "You've drawn attention to yourself, yet again."
Nick and Greg laughed, Nick resting his elbow on Greg's shoulder.
"Apparently they know each other," Greg laughed.
"And this," Grissom looked at Jamie who stood beside Jess. "Is Jamie Thomas. She's taking Doc Robbins's place."
Jamie smiled as she watched the group of people in front of her burst into a fit of hysterics. "Yes…I know, I'm not the type, right?"
Greg couldn't help but nod. "You sure don't look nor act it."
"Well," Jamie huffed, her hands on her hips. "I've been reading nursing books and such since I was fifteen years old. I know my stuff."
Jess smirked. "Yeah, she'll be a complete and total moron most of the time, but when she's serious, don't mess with her."
Greg looked at Jess. "Did you get that scar from her being serious?" He noticed the small like on her left temple.
"No, that's when I suggested we go Ice Sledding," Jamie smiled. Then she realized what she had said. "Oh, I'll get you for that, Eggo."