Hope you all like this. (It's set in season 11 by the way!)
Thanks to Catherine!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these lovely characters
Misguided Fantasies: Chapter One
The music played at volume that could deafen people over the sound system, she sat at the bar sipping a martini. She didn't do this often. Actually she never did this sort of thing.
A woman like her was usually too busy to be out and about. Her blonde hair was neatly wrapped into a bun, her makeup was done in a pristine was as were her nails. She wasn't anything like the usual crowd in this place but there she was sitting amongst these people. Her phone buzzed in her pocket. Draining the last of her glass she placed it on the counter, sending a smile to the bar tender she disappeared into the crowd of people dancing.
She wore the night air like a cardigan, walking the streets of Las Vegas.
The sound of tires screeching to a halt stopped her in her tracks. A man with eyes that displayed nothing by murderous rage looked at her in a way that made her heart stop. She began running but one of the delicate heels beneath her feet gave up causing her to fall. Gravel entered scrapes on her knees and shins as she skidded across the floor.
Two hands grabbed her by the arms pulling her up and dragging her towards the dark coloured vehicle. She attempted to fight back but the sharp hits she was showered with subdued her.
The boot of the car closed after she was thrown in with disregard.
She tried to scream but she knew that this was it.
This was the end.
xxx
Eight Hours Later: 8 am
"What have we here?" Nick asked rhetorically shutting the door of his truck.
The sun beat down on Nevada heating it up to the point it was almost unbearable. A woman's corpse lay on the side of the road on display to those who passed by. Her blonde hair was tainted with dried blood from a head wound; her torn dress revealed scrapes and cuts on her legs. Nick and Greg looked down at her with a pity they felt every time they were faced with bodies.
"Ligature marks on her wrists and ankles suggest she was bound. Looks like blunt force trauma to the head." David told them while he prepared to move the body. The CSIs nodded surveying the scene wondering where to start. There appeared to be little around them. Nothing but horizon burning up gravel and sand as it met painfully blue skies in every direction.
"We've got tire treads." Greg called moving four or five feet away from the body on the road. He squatted down to take a closer look but quickly stood up deciding to lift the tread while Nick took photos of disturbances in the shrubbery surrounding the body.
"Hey Greg?" Nick said looking up from his camera to his colleague.
"Yeah." There was a slight tone of irritation in Greg Sanders voice. He wasn't going to try and mask it; he was not a happy man. Today was meant to be his day off. After weeks of overtime and late nights today was supposed to be the day he caught up on sleep.
"What have you got Sara for her birthday?" Nick asked him in his chirpy, melodic Texan voice.
"Nothing yet." Greg groaned. Great. He thought to himself, yet another thing for him to add to his list of things to do. "You?" he asked almost wishing he hadn't. Nick was bound to have brought her something amazing that he'd spent months planning. Greg lifted the tread and stood up.
"Oh...one of those...nifty husband tracking devices." He responded shrugging his shoulders.
"Husband...tracking...device..." Greg said through laughs barely being able to breathe between hysterics.
"Yeah." Nick said casually but Greg's laugher (or rather cackling) persisted. "I'll tell Sara you forgot her birthday." Nick warned him. Surprisingly this worked; Greg quickly subdued his laugher getting back to processing the scene.
They finished processing the scene and began packing everything away to head back to the cool, air conditioned lab.
xxx
Six Hours Later: 1 am
He sat in the corner of the bar hidden in the shadows his body filled with blood lust as he watched a woman at the bar. She had long dark hair that fell in glossy curls down her back, the tailored suit created an air of professionalism about her. She took slow sips from a gin and tonic checking her phone every so often.
Eventually the phone rang and she disappeared leaving her drink unattended. He smiled at how easy this was going to be.
Moving to the bar he ordered another drink slipping clear liquid from a tiny vile into her gin picking up the whiskey tumbler for himself. Taking a sip he silently congratulated himself.
He sat pack taking his body filled with anticipation for what was about to come.