Disclaimer: Once upon a time there was a girl who wrote fanficton, including stories for CSI. She did not own any rights to the show...The end.
Thanks to my one reviewer, Mma63 and here's the second chapter. Not sure if i'm totally happy with it. But I tried my best to keep everything in character...
"I'll get these back to trace." Greg said, indicating the paint transfer samples before snapping a few more pictures to fill up the roll.
"Hey Greg, you might want to get a shot of this." Nick told him from his crouched position by the driver's side door.
"What you got?" Came the eager reply as the younger CSI appeared next to him.
"Looks like more paint transfer from the other vehicle." He said puzzled, pointing to the wing mirror.
"Maybe after rear ending him he tried to ram him off the road from the side?" Greg asked as he took a sample and took the last 3 pictures his camera could hold.
"But if that was the case, there would be transfer and scratches on the driver's door and along the body of the car – Not just on the wing mirror." Nick pointed out as Greg shrugged and walked over to Brass to get a ride back to the lab, leaving the car behind for Grissom and Nick...
"Darling, what have they done to you?" Catherine Willows mumbled softly to herself as she took photos of the young Jane Doe in front of her.
She was stripped naked, but there were seemingly hundreds of knife cuts and burns to her face and body, in fact there was very little of her skin left in places – Almost as though the killer has being cutting it out of her.
Who could have done this?
"A sicko did this." Catherine looked up at the sound of Warrick's voice; it was like he had read her mind.
"Where's Sara and Sofia?" She asked, standing up and looking round the empty car park behind the 'Jazz Strip Joint' – A less than reputable place at the best of times.
"Sofia's taking to the guy who called it in, and Sara's checking to see in case the murder weapon's being dumped."
Cath nodded and sighed. "Look's like she was killed here – No evidence of this being a body dump…I just don't get how no one heard her screams – public place, and God knows no one could go through that alive willingly.
"But she was alive – The blood patterns prove that… I've got something." Warrick suddenly said before crouching down and getting out a pair of tweezers.
"Looks like white fibres – From a gag or a towel maybe?" Catherine asked as Warrick retrieved the threads and smelt them slightly before bagging them.
"Chloroform."
Cath sighed heavily as Sara approached them, her search proving fruitless. "Girl was drugged." Cath informed her.
But she wasn't sure if that was a relief or not – Least the suffering wouldn't have being felt too much, but if she hadn't being drugged she could have maybe had a chance to attract help and escape…
Sofia sighed as the more than a little drunk man swayed in front of her. "Sir…Sir! Could you please focus and tell me what happened?"
"Like I ssssaid – Came out and wassss lookin' for my car. Jusssst ssssaw her lying there sssso went to pay box and called 91…Thingy…" The man trailed off and suddenly lurched forward, throwing up at Sofia's feet, some splashing slightly onto her shoes.
Sofia grimaced and motioned for one of the cops to come over. "He's done nothing – Except conspiracy to drink and drive – But the state he's in he would have probably tried to open the car with his wallet." She said before digging into her pocket to find a tissue for.
"Do I put him in lock up over night?"
"Probably a good idea – Lets him sleep it off, no chance of him endangering himself, or somehow being successful of trying to drive. Take an official statement when he's sobered up a bit." Sofia replied as Catherine, Warrick and Sara appeared at her side.
"That was a dead end." She sighed and Sara noticed a CCTV camera looking at them from across the street
"We should get that tape." She nodded before they entered the club
Technically as the Jane Doe hadn't being killed inside the premises, and there was nothing to suggest either the victim or killer had actually being inside at any time.
There were no grounds on which to detain the people inside – But didn't mean they couldn't see if they could find out who she was, if anyone had seen her, etc…