CSIs LeFevre and Praedlyn check out a crime scene. Originally written for the tinman100 challenge "cabin."
1x02 - Ad Vice
"Don't see that every day."
There was a clothesline stretched along the porch of the cabin, and hanging from it was an assortment of knickers, briefs, thongs, boxers, and bloomers flapping in the breeze.
Unfazed, LeFevre powered up his camera and snapped a picture, then turned slightly and took another, and another.
"You're enjoying this," Praedlyn remarked and climbed the steps.
LeFevre shook his head and ducked under the clothesline, batting something silky out of his face. "Less than you would imagine."
Inside were more clotheslines with more undergarments, crisscrossing and overlapping. Teddies and stockings and bras and lacy things of every color, size, and description, most with tags still attached. The CSIs glanced at each other, then Praedlyn took out her own camera and they both continued taking pictures.
"Fetish or art form?" she mused.
"Can't it be both?" he asked and ducked under another line which seemed to be devoted to garter belts.
Praedlyn snorted as LeFevre moved on to another room. A pair of ruffled boycut pink panties caught her attention. "We're going to have to catalogue all of this."
"Every bloomin' thing," he called back. There was a momentary pause. "You know, I've never understood edible underwear."
"I shouldn't find that as reassuring as I do."