CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

By Butterfly of Blood

I don't own CSI or any of the anime mentioned in the story. I just own the original characters.

This is my first CSI story. So I could use some advice.

Face the Show

Midnight in Las Vegas. Yet the night is still young to a few people. Such people were a young couple, returning from a night on the town. The woman was starting to sober up from the evening's events. But her lover was still drunk and feeling frisky. Hoping to get some, he wrapped his arms around her waist and started nibbling her neck. She pushed him away. "Stop it. You're drunk out of your mind."

He refused to give up. "Come on, baby. Just a little bite for the road."

He kept trying to seduce her and she kept pushing him away. Finally she pushed him enough to knock him down into the brushes in his drunkenness. He laughed and put his hand down on the ground to get up. But he didn't touch dirt. Instead, he touched something that was wet and soft. He looked at his hand and saw blood. His lover looked down and screamed at the sight of a girl's body.

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Lights from police cars were flashing and a crowd was forming behind the yellow police tape. Sara stepped under the tape to find Grissom already examining the body. Seeing her coming, Grissom said, "Female body. Early to mid twenties. She's wearing a yellow, leather bikini."

The girl was wearing such an outfit. She also had short purple hair with a yellow headband and yellow boots. Sara raised her eyebrow at the outfit. "Stripper, perhaps?"

Grissom just shrugged as he continued to examine the body. Sara looked at her and noticed, "She has a hole in her chest."

The body had a hole that went down to her back. Reaching into the pocket of the yellow leather and pulled out a wallet. She looked into it and found an ID. "Got an ID. Daisy Sanchez. Native."

Just then, David arrived. "Sorry. Traffic was bad."

He made a small cut and checked the temperature of the liver. "Her liver's is 75. She's just getting into algor mortis. She's been dead for about 8 hours."

Sara nodded in understanding. "That would put her time of death at four o'clock in the afternoon."

Grissom took a close look at the injury. "The width of the hole is consistent with a pole."

Sara didn't understand. "How could a pole go through a girl's chest?"

David looked at the hole and then at her outfit. "Hunter spear?"

Grissom and Sara just looked at him.