A/N: it's been a while since I updated this and I figured it was about time to get it going again. Sorry for the delay and all, guys.
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI
The toxicology report sat on Nick's desk as he came back from the scene at the concert's stage again. He had taken a few more blood samples and some DNA for Greg to look at, and he had put them just inside the door for the lab technician to take care of when he got to it.
Nick flipped open the cover of the report and stared at it for the longest time through his dark eyes, seeing that there were neither drugs nor alcohol in Nare's system. He shook his head, grimacing darkly at the cold, hard facts. This would be harder than he had originally anticipated. One witness was willing to talk anytime. Wind's business card had proved that. Yet Cassie was always shut up in the tour bus. And she was a key witness to the case. Nick knew he needed to talk to her no matter what. She would probably be a vital piece of the puzzle.
"No drugs," reported Langston, voice cold as he stood from just inside the door of Nick's office. "No nothing. I searched the bus for any signs of drugs or alcohol and there wasn't even a speck of whiskey." His eyes glinted dangerously as he added, "No sign of Cassie either." He shook his head, leaning against the open doorframe with one shoulder as he folded his arms across his chest. "It had to be a murder of some kind. Poison. Toxin. A quick dissolving one that metabolizes too fast to find."
"No physical injuries other than the ones caused by the fall," sighed Nick. "I have to say that you're right."
Langston gave a soft smirk, his white teeth shining through from behind his dark lips.
"But we should talk to the sister before we go jumping head first into that conclusion or else we could be researching toxins and poisons for days or maybe even weeks, Ray." Nick flipped the report, glancing at the second page for a mere second before announcing, "I'll talk to her. You keep going through this for any signs of some kind of overdose on something. Anything, really."
With a short and curt nod, Langston picked up the report as Nick left his office, jacket and hat in hand, ready to head back to the stage for the second time that day.
As soon as he was around the corner, Langston grinned delightfully to himself and sat in Nick's high-backed chair. He relaxed and began to flip through the pages nonchalantly without a care in the world except for engrossing himself in the levels of Nare Rose's body just before he died from his downfall.
A/N: short, I know, but don't judge, because it's all going somewhere, no worries. Don't forget to review and thanks for reading!
~Sky