8. Helpless

"How is CSI Banks?" Sofia asked and sat down next to Sara.

"Better. Her son is taking care of her."

"Maybe the shock was what he needed."

"Apparently. Is it a sign of true love when a mother tries to kill herself because she believe her son died or is it crazy? Nature doesn't plan for parents to outlive their children, but nature also doesn't plan for us to end our life when we plan."

"That's in the eye of the beholder, nature gave us the ability to end our life when we want it to be over, animals don't do it."

"So you think it's normal what she did?" Sara wondered.

"No, I don't and it's sad she tried, but a part of me can understand her. The thought of losing the person, we love most, is hard and death seems to offer a fast and painless way out of what we know will happen. Months or years of moaning, pain, self-accusation and nobody can take this away from you."

"True." The brunette smiled shortly at the bartender, who placed a glass of wine in front of her.

"Luckily she and her son are alive and the serial rapist is in jail. The father of the former boyfriend of victim number three."

"Amy had been the only woman, Mister Wallace had been interested in, the others were only rehearsals. He got a sick obsession for his son's girlfriend, walked in on her when she took a shower, had to touch her and when his son and Amy broke up, he saw it as his chance to have her. Banks was sure it's the son, Jared, his dad more or less framed him, but he had nothing to do with this."

"I heard Jared and Banks almost got at each other at the department."

"Yes, she tried to make him spit at her, so she has his DNA, he didn't. It was worth a try, although we know now, she should have tried the same with the father."

"A sick man. What about the man in the hamster ball and the woman in the package?"

"He was into claustrophilia, had a website, where he sold all kinds of toys for people, with the same … interested. The ball contains enjoy air for twenty minutes, so you have all the time in the world to get ready for your personal kick of getting out of air and being trapped in a tight space. The ball also has a two way zipper, so you can end your game whenever you want; unless it's too late and you lost consciousness."

"Definitive nothing I want to try."

"Me neither. The woman, who was married, fantasized about being shipped in a package. Her husband let her do a lot of things with Fisk, the dead man in the hamster ball, but when she really sent herself in a package, he went to see Fisk, confronted him. Fisk made fun of him, while he was in the hamster ball, Mister Davis picked up a statue, hit him through the ball, killed him and then the hamster ball started rolling down the street."

"Bizarre."

"Unfortunately Mrs. Davis died in the package, she was turned over in transit and asphyxiated. The package arrived at Fisk's house while Russell and Finn were there, they opened it and found her."

"The next time I open a package, I didn't order, I'll think about this case." Sofia agitated.

"When you think you've seen it all, something new comes. Las Vegas is a city, that never runs out of weird ways of death."

"I'm not sure it's a good thing. And I certainly am grateful for open space not having a fetish like claustrophilia."

"What is your fetish?" Sara grinned.

"That, my dear Sara, is none of your business."