Greg and Warrick climbed out of the Tahoe at the construction site. What met their eyes was purely horrific. A man with a spear through his middle, the thing was holding the man off the floor.
"Did anyone touch the body?" Warrick asked the manager, who was sat on the brick wall to the left.
"No they all ran off, won't go near the guy, little girls," He laughed. "Sorry it's not funny," he added.
"No. It isn't," Warrick sighed. He approached the body, shining his Maglite over the body.
"Looks like he bled out and here too, blood has pooled and it's clearly a lot of blood. We can let Doc Robbins confirm it though. David, the assistant coroner appeared, his gloved hands checking the victim's eyes for petechial haemorrhaging.
"Well he bled out, no question about it. Some one has to be responsible for this, you don't just fall onto a huge metal spike," David said, honestly.
"Yeah, looks like he was pushed," Warrick replied.
"Look, Miles was not a happy guy, this is probably suicide," The manager piped up.
"Why don't you let us decide how he died?" Warrick replied, sharply. Greg picked up his kit;
"Can we start Dave?" Greg asked the coroner.
"Almost done…okay he's all yours," He smiled and walked off back to his car and called Doc Robbins to transport the body. Warrick bent down and pulled Miles' wrist into the flashlight.
"This might be some sort of suicide after all. Most of all completed suicides have tried before; look at the scarring on his wrist. Greg, get a picture of this will you?" He said, sighing. Greg took three shots of the scarring, and a few more on the blood pool. He packed away his camera and looked hard at the body.
"How do you drive a spike through yourself? Most suicides want it quick and painless, this would be prolonged and painful," He thought aloud.
"Maybe he felt he deserved to go out painfully," Warrick reasoned. "Most suicidal people have no self-esteem and are dominated by a sense of worthlessness and hatred for themselves, this guy needed help if he did do this to himself," Warrick sighed. Warrick scanned the area twice, looking for any indication that could lead them to believe this was actually a murder. He stopped on the guy's jean pocket. He used the tweezers to pull out a small note from the pocket. It was only on A5 paper, and he read it aloud to Greg and the Manager of the site;
I'm so sorry for all of this.
I had to end it all,
I couldn't cope any more,
I know this may look like murder,
It's not. I did this to myself.
I deserved to die painfully,
This was my choice and mine alone,
I'm so sorry,
Miles Coleman,
"There's no crime here. This is just an unfortunate turn of events," Warrick said, his voice soft. David had returned from the car with Doc Robbins now.
"Dave, Al, there is no foul play here, the guy left a suicide note, there isn't any reason to believe this is foul play," Warrick told them. Greg spoke to the manager.
"Does he have any next of kin we need to call?" He asked.
"His fiancée, Melissa Wright, I have a number for her," He replied. Greg took the number and called it. He waited three minutes and no one picked up. When he ended the call, his cell rang.
"Sanders,"
Greg, its Sara, is your vic a Miles Coleman?
"Yeah how did you know?" He answered, puzzled.
Our vic is his fiancée, Melissa Wright. She's killed herself, it's not foul play. Both of her wrists are trisected completely. There's a suicide note, we don't need to be here.
"Yeah that's what we were thinking too, we should notify the families, there's no crime here, just a tragedy," He answered. He paused a moment; "I love you," He whispered. He could hear her smile on the other end of the line;
I love you too,
They clicked off their phones and Greg walked back over to Warrick.
"Sara and Nick's victim is the fiancée Melissa, I think they were in this together," Greg sighed.
"What a shame," Warrick joined his colleague's sigh. They climbed back into the Tahoe and Greg started the car.
Sara and Nick had already returned to the crime lab and Sara was sat in the break room with her coffee. Greg turned in twenty minutes later, a smile on his face as he took in Sara. She sprang up from her chair and almost knocked him down with the hug she gave him. He laughed and kissed her softly.
"I really missed you today," he whispered.
"I missed you too, it was awful," Sara whispered back. They kissed softly and Nick walked in rolling his eyes;
"Come
one none of that, just because we know about you two doesn't mean
we want to see it," he laughed. Sara blushed and walked out of the
break room, Greg not far behind her.
"See you tomorrow Nick,"
they yelled in unison, before breaking into laughter. They walked
into the locker room, and picked up their things. Greg changed his
shoes and Sara sat beside him. When he was done he stood up and leant
against a locker, Sara came up to him and kissed him.
"So what do you want to do later?" Greg asked, softly.
"Greg?" Sara whispered.
"What?" he replied.
"Stop talking," she pushed his hard against the locker which surprised him; they kissed frantically for several minutes. They were so engrossed with each other; they didn't notice Catherine enter the locker room.
"Oh a live sex show, nice" She laughed. Sara and Greg looked embarrassed and they broke into giggles.
"Sorry," Sara said, still laughing.
"No, no I think it's sweet," She smiled, brushing Sara's cheek. They left Catherine alone walking hand in hand, Grissom walked past them; he smiled then did a double take. They broke into laughter again seeing his shocked face. Maybe things are looking up, Sara said to herself. They spent the night together, sharing every experience and intimate moment. They fell asleep; in each other's arms, a silence permeating the room, but a natural one. They knew one thing now that they hadn't fully realised before; they were falling in love.