Disclaimer: I do not own CSI: Crime Scene Investigation nor it's characters
Author's Note: First Fan Fic. Read and review, feedback would be nice
When the Lights Go Out
As he laid alone in the dark, he couldn't help but let the events of the past 72 hours run through his head. Warrick had serious decisions to make.
As she stepped into the darkened living room, a small body flung herself at her mother and pulled her into a hug, happy that she was back home. But even her daughter's hug couldn't shake away the feeling that something was missing from her life.
Sara walked into her dark apartment relieved that the case was coming to an end and justice would once again prevail. But after the initial feeling of relief, loneliness set in. She picked up the phone and dialed a long-ago memorized number, waiting for the voice she so craved to hear.
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3 days ago…
Warrick was just climbing out of his vehicle when he spotted Catherine walking into the lab just ahead of him. "Hey Cath, wait up! " he called, jogging to catch her. It wasn't that he had anything completely insightful to tell her, he just liked her company.
"Hi Warrick, how was your weekend?"
They chatted easily as they walked into the locker room, but stopped short in surprise when they realized that they were the last to arrive, which was quite unusual. Grissom was already handing out assignments for the night. "Catherine, Warrick, you two go with Sara, she'll brief you on the way, and Nick and Greg, let's go."
"So Sara, what've we got?" Warrick asked as they jumped into the Denali.
"We've got a triple in front of the Bellagio hotel," Sara said handing the assignment slip over to Warrick as they pulled into the car-park.
They could see the lights flashing as they pulled in. They jumped out of the Denali and grabbed their kits ready to get to work. Before they could start processing, however, they went to find Brass. Brass saw them coming and disentangled himself from the mass of his police officers to come and discuss the situation before them - a gruesome scene that just happened to be all in a day's work.
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As they stepped under the familiar yellow police tape, they were confronted with three bodies sprawled on the pavement. Two females and one male, each lying in an almost identical pool of presumably their own blood.
Warrick began the processing with his camera, capturing the crime scene in as many angles and views as possible for documentation and future reference. Catherine followed Warrick over to the body he was photographing. A young women, estimated to be in her mid to late 20's, with short auburn hair was currently being examined by David, the assistant medical examiner. "What've we got, David?"
Meanwhile, Sara was marking evidence around the scene with yellow numbered tags, seeing something on the ground she reached down to place yet another tag.
Moving around the scene, finding himself waiting for Sara to finish placing evidence markers, Warrick glanced over to where Catherine was, and was once again amazed at her beauty and grace and she wandered around the crime scene.