Disclaimer: I do not own CSI.
Author's Note: I wanted to do something different for my 50th fanfic (yay!) so I'm trying my hand at diving into the forensics part of it. Hopefully this won't be a letdown...
The infant stared up at the large man before her, and he stared right back. She was tiny, with pink little cheeks and a look in her eye that said she wasn't your average baby. Captain Jim Brass grunted softly as he lifted her out of her car seat and cradled her in his arms.
"Let's go find your mommy, kiddo." She cooed happily as Brass carried her back to his vehicle. Upon reaching the car and safely placing the baby upon the back seat, out of the desert heat, he signaled back to the police officers to now conduct their search. Brass watched intently as the men explored the vehicle that the baby had been found in. It was an old car with paint that had been eaten away and replaced by rust, flat tires and broken windows. He had received an anonymous call about a baby being abandoned in the desert and didn't take the person seriously at first. Now, glancing down at the baby girl lying on the leather interior of his SUV, the detective was glad he had followed his instincts and went out to find the infant.
"Captain! You might want to see this…" An officer motioned for the older man to join him at the trunk of the vehicle. Brass instructed the officer closet to him to watch the child while he went to check out what was going on with the first officer.
"What'd you find?" Brass' gruff voice filled the silence. As he peered into the trunk, he suddenly knew that it was going to be a very long day.
A body, its gender unidentifiable, was in the trunk. And as Brass furrowed his brows and took a step closer, he saw that the body had been decapitated.
"Great," He sighed and pulled out his cell phone. "Just the way I wanted to start my morning."