Disclaimer : I do not own any part of any part of the CSI franchise, and any original characters named and or carrying the likeness of and or the personality of a real life individual is complete coincidence.

P.S. If I should stray from any characters actual personality from the show please, just hang in there. I will get this right eventually.

The Road to Hell

Chapter 2

Three days ago. Sunday. 10:35pm.

She's screaming again why does she scream she never used to scream stop it stop stop it STOP IT

"STOP IT"

Why can't you just love me your so beautiful your mine your always mine

"Now I lay me down to sleep"

Scream scream scream you never scream why now WHY it didn't hurt you before did itWhy are you crying I love you I wouldn't hurt you its for your own good you ran you ran from me but not fast enough never fast enough

"I pray the lord my soul to keep"

Your tears are pretty they look like diamonds in the moonlight *giggles* you are always pretty in the moonlight in your sleep you'll sleep forever just like the dolls all the dolls they look like you but their not you no because you ran you ran from me what did I do WHAT DID I DO STOP screaming always with the screaming

"If I should die before I wake"

You deserve this you made me do this I love you I always love you but you don't love me do you DO YOU I hurt them they deseved this that and the other *giggles* my dolls all for you all for

"I pray the lord my soul to take"

You all of you I love all of you why don't you love me why Essie why……………

~...~

Two days ago. Monday. 9:08am.

"Hey, H. This one's definitely related to the other three, and it ain't a pretty sight." CSI Eric Delko greeted his boss momentarily pausing in his photographing to look up and judge the older CSI's reaction. Eric wasn't disappointed. The other man looked how he himself felt. Sick.

"It never is Eric, it never is. Do we have an ID yet?" Lt. Horatio Caine asked while surveying the body and surrounding scene.

"Marjorie Daniels. 26. Lived here with her husband Edward Daniels. He's at a conference in Chicago. The maid who found the body contacted him. He'll be on the next flight back. Some welcome home."

If not for the fact that he knew the body was real and not a manikin Horatio Caine would have sworn on his last breath he had just stepped into a Hollywood horror movie. What they called a 'slasher-flick'. Blood in a wide arc up the head-board of the bed where the vic was laying, along the wall, ceiling, and somehow the opposite wall. All four walls in fact had been splattered. Pooled beneath the vic soaking into the sheets and mattress, at first glance one could assume that the sheets had always been that color. Arms spread wide, legs crossed at the ankles head slightly tilted to the right and down.

"Crucified, just like the others." the tall Hispanic said unknowingly finishing his bosses train of thought.

"Yes Eric, but unlike the others something, something is definitely different" Horatio moved carefully not wanting to disturb the blood splatter along the floor as he made his way around to the right side of the bed.

"No one has touched the body, correct?" he asked, hands on hips looking over the rest of the scene again before returning his eyes to the body.

"No. The maid only got as far as the bloody shoe prints in the kitchen before she hightailed it next door and called the police. Responding officers only cleared the house." Eric responded

" Then who checked for a pulse?" indicating a smeared portion of blood on the left side of the victims neck.

Eric stooped to photograph the neck at a better angle then straightened and began a circuit of the room stopping at the bathroom door.

"I don't know but whoever it was couldn't stomach what they found." Eric said as he pushed the door open snapping a picture of the bloody finger print on the door jamb while walking up to the toilet. Another print on the seat and the faint smell of vomit told its own story.

"Why would our killer get sick this time. You think it's a copycat, jealous husband?" the younger man asked just to ask. Eric Delko had been doing this job to long to even begin to believe it would be that simple. And apparently so did Horatio.

"No, this is our guy. I can feel it. Whoever else was in this room was here to see the whole show. It would seem Eric, our killer has an accomplice."

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AN: sorry this is so short, and so long in coming. I'm having a slight problem with switching between dialogue writing and thesis term papers, however I will prevail. As for being short, I was so happy with all the positive feed-back even though it was only the first chapter that I wanted to get this out as a sort of Thank-you-no-I-haven't-given-up present.

As always,

Rose