Title: Heads Or Tails
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own the show or the characters. Although I wish I
could.
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Catherine and I reached the scene at the same time as Warrick. "What do we have?" Catherine asked.
"Homicide. 27 year old Kristin Way. Stabbed in her apartment, three times in the chest. Found by her landlord, Jim Katz, She hasn't paid the rent in about three months. He came in and found her." He looked up from the case notes and sighed. "The officers secured the place. Ready to go in?"
As we stepped across the threshold, I was immediately hit by the sharp odor of a decomposed body. In the middle of the room, the victim lay dead, caked in a layer of dried blood. The two, deep stab wounds in her chest were clearly evident, even from across the room. I felt a wave of nausea wash over me, and I swallowed hard, tearing my gaze away from the body.
"You okay?" Catherine asked, her mother instincts kicking in. I nodded a forced a smile.
"Yeah, it's just the smell." I forced a laugh. "You never get used to it." She laughed and stepped forward into the room, surveying the scene.
Warrick took a step towards the body and put down his silver case kit. "I'll check the body for trace evidence. Why don't you two go check out the other rooms in the apartment. Look for signs of a struggle. You know the routine."
We looked at each other and nodded. There were only three other rooms in the apartment. The kitchen was a small area in the corner of the living room, the room where the victim was found. The only two other rooms were the bathroom and the bedroom.
"I get the bedroom," Catherine called out.
"No way," I said. "Why don't we flip for it?"
"What? Are you guys back in third grade now?" Warrick asked, amused.
We ignored him. Catherine pulled out a quarter. "Would you like to do the honors?"
"Thank you," I said, laughing as I snatched the coin from her outstretched hand. "Heads or tails?"
She thought for a second. "Tails."
I flipped the coin into the air, my hand ready and waiting to catch it. The coin landed back on my hand. We both look down at the result. "Heads," I said, with a smile.
"Fine," she replied, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Wish me luck," she joked, heading into the bathroom.
I laughed to myself and entered the bedroom. I pulled my gloves on and began surveying the room. I began with the bed, checking initially for seminal fluid. I had only just bent over to look when a gunshot jolted me out of my thoughts.
"Catherine," I heard Warrick cry out. I dropped everything and ran into the bathroom. On the floor, Catherine lay, barely moving, a bullet lodged in her right thigh.
"Oh, God, Catherine," I exclaimed, kneeling by her side.
Warrick was already on the phone calling for help. A team of officers was filling in the small apartment.
I felt myself grow dizzy. The last thing that I noticed before losing consciousness was the open window.
Catherine and I reached the scene at the same time as Warrick. "What do we have?" Catherine asked.
"Homicide. 27 year old Kristin Way. Stabbed in her apartment, three times in the chest. Found by her landlord, Jim Katz, She hasn't paid the rent in about three months. He came in and found her." He looked up from the case notes and sighed. "The officers secured the place. Ready to go in?"
As we stepped across the threshold, I was immediately hit by the sharp odor of a decomposed body. In the middle of the room, the victim lay dead, caked in a layer of dried blood. The two, deep stab wounds in her chest were clearly evident, even from across the room. I felt a wave of nausea wash over me, and I swallowed hard, tearing my gaze away from the body.
"You okay?" Catherine asked, her mother instincts kicking in. I nodded a forced a smile.
"Yeah, it's just the smell." I forced a laugh. "You never get used to it." She laughed and stepped forward into the room, surveying the scene.
Warrick took a step towards the body and put down his silver case kit. "I'll check the body for trace evidence. Why don't you two go check out the other rooms in the apartment. Look for signs of a struggle. You know the routine."
We looked at each other and nodded. There were only three other rooms in the apartment. The kitchen was a small area in the corner of the living room, the room where the victim was found. The only two other rooms were the bathroom and the bedroom.
"I get the bedroom," Catherine called out.
"No way," I said. "Why don't we flip for it?"
"What? Are you guys back in third grade now?" Warrick asked, amused.
We ignored him. Catherine pulled out a quarter. "Would you like to do the honors?"
"Thank you," I said, laughing as I snatched the coin from her outstretched hand. "Heads or tails?"
She thought for a second. "Tails."
I flipped the coin into the air, my hand ready and waiting to catch it. The coin landed back on my hand. We both look down at the result. "Heads," I said, with a smile.
"Fine," she replied, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Wish me luck," she joked, heading into the bathroom.
I laughed to myself and entered the bedroom. I pulled my gloves on and began surveying the room. I began with the bed, checking initially for seminal fluid. I had only just bent over to look when a gunshot jolted me out of my thoughts.
"Catherine," I heard Warrick cry out. I dropped everything and ran into the bathroom. On the floor, Catherine lay, barely moving, a bullet lodged in her right thigh.
"Oh, God, Catherine," I exclaimed, kneeling by her side.
Warrick was already on the phone calling for help. A team of officers was filling in the small apartment.
I felt myself grow dizzy. The last thing that I noticed before losing consciousness was the open window.