Disclaimer: If I owned CSI, Sara and Grissom Romance would have long since happened.
A/N: This is my first CSI fic, so I hope you like it. I'd like to thank my sister, who is in love with CSI and helped me write this.
I calmly surveyed the living room with my back up against the wall. I noticed the red floor lamp was turned on, but what caught my eye was the coffee table. It was an ordinary table, but what was intresting was the items placed on top of it. A glasss vase was filled with red roses that had wilted, two wine glasses stood empty next to an unopened bottle of wine and wine opener. It was apparent that the victim had been expecting company.
I took a few cautios steps toward the hallway and observed the brush marks of a vacum cleaner, along with footsteps leading down the hall, and the hurried footsteps runnning down it.I hugged the wall of the hallway, careful not to disturb the footprints. I shined my flashlight in the first open room. It appeared to be a guest room, with a pull-out sofa. The design was red in white, with a red tassled blanket draping the sofa, and red and white pillows; One covered with red butterflies. I moved my light to the metal shelf. Covering it was several glass cases butterflies, similar to ones I had at home, a few boxes als with butterflies and other items.
I walked into the master bedroom and I see a motif similar to that of the spare bedroom. The closet is a little ajar with a red blouse inside. There are dozens of items with butterflies on them. I hug the wall again, and this time I head twards the bathroom.
The bathroom lights are turned on displaying a black and white checkerboard motif. The police had said that the body was near the shower area, so I moved towards it. I saw the body of a young woman waering a pink spaghetti-strapped top and low rider jeans. A red thong peeked out from the jeans and I could see a butterfly tattoo on the small of her back. I bent to get a look at her face. When I did, my eyes grew wide with shock.
She was a young brunette, slender with pale skin. Her brown eyes stared back at me and my heart seemed to stop beating. This wasn't possible, the victims name was Debbie Marlin, it couldn't be--. I stood and left the bathroom, retracing my cautios steps, but this time with more speed. It couldn't be her, it couldn't. I left the house and searched the crowd for the person on my mind. I can see Warrick and Cather ine walking towards me now, and then I see her.
Sara's face was turned away from me, but she soon met my eyes. The resemblance was incredible, and filled me with fear. I couldn't stop looking at her. Jim walked up to me, blocking my view of Sara.
"Ready for us?" He asks.
I look at him, trying to keep calm, " For now no one enters this house except CSI."
He nods, and I can't help but look at Sara again. I had always tried to convince myself that nothing could ever happen to her, that all I felt for her was a close friendship. Now I knew that all of that was a lie.
Tell me what you think please.