Before I start:
I am a huge fan of CSI, CSI NY, and CSI Miami series. I started watching all three CSI series only about a couple of months ago, so I am still going through season 1 of the CSI Miami series right now, but already my favorite character is Ryan Wolfe ;P (And he doesn't even come out until season 3!) This is my very first fiction on CSI, and I was kind of very scared to upload my story, for I thought I would make a lot of grammatical and scientific errors due to my lack of knowledge. But I decided to be brave and just try it. I would really appreciate if you guys write reviews. Feel free to correct any mistakes and errors I made, but please just don't be so harsh..
* It's been a while since I first uploaded and I know I haven't updated this for, like forever. But I swear, I haven't given up on this and intend to finish it. That being said, I've re-read what I've uploaded so far and found it to be just horrendous... Really horrendous. It's so cringy and embarrassing (lol). So I've revised it before continuing onto the next chapter. Frankly, I want to rewrite the whole thing, but decided against it for now, for I think it will take much longer for me to finish it if I did. And I already have so many other things to write that I haven't been able to yet, so I really need to finish this up for now and maybe I can rewrite it someday in the future.
Chapter 1: It's been Ages
A man was sitting on a small couch with a bowl of popcorns on his belly. He scooped a handful and stuffed them into his mouth. His eyes were fixed on the small set of television, in which an old-fashioned comedy show was on. He chuckled along with the laughing audience on the TV.
Then there was a sudden knock.
It was rather subtle and soft. Frowning, the man took a brief glimpse towards the direction of his front door but didn't move. Instead, he turned his attention back to whatever he was watching.
Another knock.
The man muttered a few curses as he stood up, placed the bowl aside and headed to the door. He opened it to find a guy wearing a black hoodie standing before him. His face lit up with a joy at the sight of the visitor.
"Ah, so you have it?"
The hooded one just went past him into the house without answering. The door closed.
"Well, that's a very gentle way of a murder," was Ryan's first response to the sight of the body.
The dead man was placed in the middle of the short pathway, right in front of the front door. His shirt was soaked with blood and multiple cuts covered all over his body. Next to him was a trail of blood that led to the inside towards the living area.
"It certainly seems like someone had a grudge against this guy." Said Calleigh, standing beside him.
"Well, don't about 90 percent of the killers have a grudge against their victims?" Tom replied from his kneeling position next to the dead man. "Anyway, this man here has numerous cuts all over the body. You see, here(forehead), here(left forearm), here(left shoulder), here(right thigh), and here(right calf)." He pointed to each part as he explained. "Nothing major, but still it would've been very painful. And those aren't even all of them."
"Any ID on him?" Calleigh asked while her eyes still stayed on the body.
"Dustin Manson. 56. This is his house."
"So he died in his own home," Ryan said with a hint of sorrow in his voice. Calleigh turned her face towards the living room. She found the television.
"Seems like he was taking a rest," Calleigh said before she faced Ryan. "The TV's still on."
Ryan was also looking around after taking a few pictures of the blood trail with his camera.
"Well, there's a blood trail," Ryan said he walked closer to the living room. Calleigh crouched down and observed the blood drops on the floor.
"It's gravitational. And judging by the direction, I think he was going for the door." She said.
"Well, he collapsed before he could head out. Obviously." Ryan said as he got near the coffee table and the sofa. "And I guess we'll probably not be able to find vic's blood on our killer."
"Why's that?" Calleigh asked as she got up from her crouched posture and walked towards him.
"I found these." Ryan picked up a black hoodie and a pair of sweatpants soaked with blood and showed them to her. "And gloves too. Man, this guy's been prepared so well. And I think we have our murder weapon here." He indicated at a long, thin knife on the floor with his head.
"It doesn't matter how well the killer was prepared," Calleigh said, walking past him and bagging the knife. "We will get this guy anyway."
"Yeah, of course." Ryan answered as he carefully put the bloody clothes into brown paper bags."
Leaving Calleigh to process the scene, Ryan walked outside the house and saw a young woman standing right outside the yellow tape. A patrol officer told him that she was the finder of the body and also a daughter of the victim. Ryan walked over to her with his camera dangling off his shoulder and to his side.
"Excuse me, you're Miss Kiana Manson?" Ryan asked carefully.
"That's me." The young woman answered quietly.
Ryan scanned the person in front of him. Her face was very pale, but her expression seemed rather unaffected. Kiana looked very calm, yet was trembling. She had her arms crossed and her fingers constantly fidgeted. She was looking at Ryan, but she clearly wasn't paying much attention to him. Although it was perfectly normal and fine to be anxious, scared shocked, she seemed like she was trying to hide those emotions for some reason.
"You… uhm, you found the body?" Ryan looked at her face and started asking gently.
"Uh huh." She nodded. Ryan could see her biting her lip.
"Do you have any idea who might have done this?" He slowly let out the words with great caution.
While Ryan was questioning the witness, Calleigh came out with bags that contained their precious evidence. She opened the trunk of Ryan's car and put them inside before closing it again. Calleigh then turned as Ryan appreciated Kiana for cooperating and walked towards her.
"Any luck?" She asked.
"Nothing much. She just found her father lying dead on the floor when she came home." Ryan answered with a frown.
"Hey, Ryan!"
Somebody called him, making the said man turn around. A smile appeared on his face as he saw a patrol officer approaching him.
"Ry!"
"Brian! Hey, man!"
The officer stretched out his hand, to which Ryan threw a high-five. The two then opened their arms and wrapped each other in a hug. When they broke off, the officer said with a wide grin.
"It's been ages, Ry!" The patrol officer had a nameplate that read "McKlein". He was about 6 feet tall and skinny but still seemed to have enough muscles on his figure. "How've you been? The new job nice for you?"
"Yeah. I've been pretty well here. Oh, it's really good to see you." Ryan said brightly. When he finally remembered that Calleigh was watching the interaction quietly with a curious smile, he turned to her. "Oh, Calleigh, this is Brian McKlein. He was one of my best buddies when I was in patrol."
"Um, I thought I still am your best buddy," Brian responded, pretending to be hurt, but grinning. Ryan just laughed.
"Yeah, well, I meant that when I was in patrol." He shrugged as he came up with his excuse.
"Whatever, man. But I am hurt a bit that you never even called me."
"Yeah, sorry about that."
"Seriously, we gotta catch up sometimes. Hey, I never got to see you since you moved to the crime lab. Let's grab a beer sometime, yeah?"
"I know. Well, I'll call you later. Maybe when I break this case. How about that? We really should hang out sometime soon."
Calleigh couldn't help smiling at the whole situation, and there was no reason for her not to. It was like seeing a little brother hanging around with his friend. She waited patiently until Ryan finally finished up his little reunion so that she and he could get in the car and head to the lab. Calleigh was driving while Ryan sat next to her, looking back at his friend. Brian was talking to another guy from patrol. He smiled and turned his head forward again.
I know it's short... But that's all I've got for now... TAT
I really hope I can get some reviews on this... Please leave comments!
