This is a crossover between two different worlds: CSI and Death Note. Both are good shows and great with mystery. Now let's see what happens when Grissom gets a big case. I don't own Death Note nor CSI and also this is my very first fanfic.
The Las Vegas Kira Case
Ch. 1: Beginning
Las Vegas…the City of Lost Souls…the City of Sin…One of the most popular places in the nation. Where many people will walk in its streets to seek fortune and glory. Upon many casinos and hotels, only one of them has been stained by blood. In the Zhou Hotel, a new establishment in Vegas, one of its rooms has become a crime scene. A young man lies in bed, as dead as stone. Lt. Grissom of the Las Vegas Crime Lab has come with a few of his coworkers. One of them starts to take some pictures and another appears, talking to Grissom. "Tyler Anderson, Age 25, Cause of Death: Heart attack. In my opinion, there's something fishy about this." Captain Brass says to Grissom. Sara finishes talking pictures and walks over them. "No sign of struggle anywhere, no sign of a break in. Nothing stolen. Not a single print whatsoever. This guy is no amateur." Grissom look at the cup right next to the deceased and picks it up with his gloved hands. "It appears our vic here drank this before he died. We have to run toxicology on him, see if there are any drugs or certain chemicals in his body. Whoever this guy is…he may be slick, but he won't get away with this." Later in the crime labs, Catherine starts to run drug tests on the samples on the cup. She grabs the printed report just as Grissom come in. "Guess what Gil, the cup was filled with a brand of whisky but it also has trace amounts of cyanide. Its possible that that is what gave our vic his heart attack. But there was no trace of DNA or any prints on it." Catherine says to Grissom. He just looks at the cup and sighs a little. "This guy is starting to get on my nerves." Just as he says that, Warrick Brown ran to them as though he's trying to win a race. "Grissom! You're not going to believe this! Look at the news!"
The whole team gathers around and watches the news program on the television screen. "Right now, near the Golden Nugget, lies the body of a young girl who could be no older than 18. Investigators are currently on the case of a similar event that has happen and will tie this to the last victim." Grissom takes out his cell phone and calls the only person who is not with them inside the lab. "Brass, did you hear about what happened?" "Sure did, and I'm at the scene right now just as I got the message." Brass replies. A few hours later, Dr. Albert Robbins starts to run an autopsy on the female victim, and was able to get some information on her as well. Just as he finishes his task, Greg shows up to check up on him. "Say Al, anything on her?" "According to the files I gathered, her name is Felicia Stafford, and get this, she's just turned eighteen. Her cause of death by the look of things happened to point to suicide." Greg starts to question this. "Suicide? But she has to be murdered. Have you gotten anything else?" Al takes off his gloves and places them in the blood soaked water container. "Nothing, no sign of struggle, no sign of sexual assault, no trace of anything from any murderer. But still, this is starting to puzzle me. Its almost as though this is the perfect crime." "There's no such thing." Sara replies as she enters. Al just can't help but point out the facts. "I would agree with you Sara, but under the circumstances, there is no evidence of any kind. Nothing at all. Its like as though all of this is planned out, yet there is no motive." Near the main lobby in the crime lab, a man dressed in all black appears, walking though the lobby as though nothing is inside.
David walks in front of the man in black and stops him from going any further. "Sir, you can't come anywhere inside the lab unless you have an appointment." He said to him firmly. "I'm hear to see Gilbert Grissom. This is of great importance." The person said to him. Grissom comes out to find David talking to the black-clothed person. "Hey, what's going on here?" Grissom asks. "Just some guy who wants to speak to you for something." David responds. The clothed person looks at the supervisor. "Are you Gilbert Grissom?" he asks. "Yes, why do you want to see me?" "Its not me who wishes to speak with you." The man said as he pulls out a laptop and opens it. The screen comes on all white with only one letter that is shown: The letter "L". And then a voice calls out, a distorted voice of some sort. "Hello Grissom, I am L. I see that you heard about what has happened to the two victims you have found and yet you have neither evidence nor records of the killer. I may be able to help you in this particular case. If you truly are in need of my help, Watari will be come back tomorrow with your answer. You have the whole day to discuss about this. I will be able to contact you the next day. Until then." Then the transmission cuts off, leaving the whole team dumbfounded.