Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or any of its characters. I do own Crystal. And Jack's house...
WARNING: This story contains Graphic femmeslash; many pairings unmentioned right now, illegal acts, bad habits galore, coarse language, violence, nudity... All the good stuff! A shout out to my Smexy Dutchie Guitar Beta, MBInc! And thanks to everyone who reviews, your support and reviews always give me a kick in the ass to get my ideas typed out quicker.
Oh, by the way, to anyone wondering what the pairing is... The only thing I can tell you for sure is that Sara is not getting hitched with a guy. Anything other than that is pretty much hearsay, because this is going to be one long ride of a story. I'll probably take breaks in this story, because of the intensity. Be forewarned.
Author: Uriel Falcon
"You know something is alive if it responds to stimuli."
The group turned towards the doorway, staring slack-jawed at the woman standing there. She was dressed in a typical black business suit, her raven-coloured hair pulled into a ponytail so tight that the group felt the strain. The woman wasn't very tall, and held a frigid coldness to her eyes.
"And you are...?" Grissom asked, slightly annoyed at the seemingly random interruption. The woman flashed an FBI badge, which immediately switched the team into 'piss-off' mode.
"Agent Roll, FBI. We're taking jurisdiction on this case and we expect full cooperation during the investigation. The lab will be under our control until we can arrest the suspects." Sofia leaped up, slamming her hands on the table as her rage spiked. The crack of her hands on the table caused the frigid woman to jump slightly and the others to cringe, already knowing what was about to happen.
"You pompous little fuck, you can't take our case! This lab will not be commandeered by the FBI, and that's final!" Sofia yelled, glaring at Agent Roll from over the table. Agent Roll chuckled evilly.
"We'll see about that, Ms," the agent paused briefly to take a look at Sofia's badge, seeing 'Curtis' carved into the plate underneath her officer number of thirteen. Although the cold woman wanted the case, she knew better than to mess with a Curtis. She remembered meeting the mother of this detective, who was just as hot under the collar.
"The name's Curtis, if you haven't figured it out yet. Now get out of my lab." The air around the angry blonde was heated and felt like if you were to move it would shock you. Agent Roll backed up slightly.
"Fine. You have a week before we take full control. Until then, good luck, Curtis," With that, Agent Roll stomped out of the room, looking thoroughly pissed. Sofia took a few calming breaths before turning to the group. Sara had a slight grin on her face, while Crystal was clutching at the brunette's belt loops.
"Well, that went well. Now, let's set up a task force. I have a few officers I can call in to help us, and I'm pretty sure Sara does, too. Any qualms with me taking over, Grissom?" Grissom shook his head, his strange little smirk gracing his face. Nick raised his hand as if he was in school.
"Um, can I go to the bathroom before we start?" Warrick burst into laughter, doubling over beside Greg at Nick's innocent little voice. Sofia raised an eyebrow and motioned to the door.
"Sure, we'll wait…" the detective laughed out, grinning as Nick jumped up and sprinted to the door. In the meantime, Sofia rummaged around through the supply closet, finally finding what she needed. Pulling out a white board and a few markers, Sofia set to work on setting up the task force goals.
Nick returned a few minutes later with a bottle of water and a notepad complete with multicolored pens and markers. Catherine giggled under her hand, finding the Texan's enthusiasm entertaining. Sofia quickly scribbled some things on the board.
"Okay, here's how this is going to work. Nick and Warrick, I want you guys to find out everything you can about Stairle's family background. DNA, school history, old friends, ANYTHING. You guys okay with that?" Nick and Warrick nodded. The detective then turned to Grissom.
"Grissom and Greg will be at the scene. In the meantime, I need Sara, Catherine and Crystal to go over the gang relations. Car prices, VIN numbers, anything you can get. I'm sure Brass will be stopping by to give you ladies a hand, as well. Also, Sara, I need you to contact your old unit. We may need to do some 'business' if you catch my drift. Now, everyone take a marker. When you find something, summarize it on this board. GREEN IS MINE." Sofia growled out the last part as Greg went for the green marker. He immediately switched his direction and grabbed the pink marker.
Crystal reached over and grabbed the blue marker, which pleased Sara immensely. Blue was her favorite colour, after all. Not to wear, but to gaze at. Nick and Warrick grabbed the black marker and headed off towards the police station, intent on searching for some records. Crystal stood up, smoothing out the creases in her shirt. Sara stood up just as she did so, giving her ass a subtle pat. Crystal squeaked and stood up straight, sending her brunette love an evil glare.
Oh great, a few hours with lovebirds. This is going to be productive… Catherine thought to herself, sighing deeply. She then stood up, holding her head high and gathered her papers up, focusing on getting some work done. The group of women exited the door and headed towards the lab that had three computers. Flopping her things down on the table, Catherine sat down at the first computer, quickly logging in. Sara sat down in front of the second computer, logging in as well.
Crystal did something that shocked them both. With a few key strokes, she logged into the Medical Database of North America, something that Sara wasn't even sure she knew about before. After waiting a few moments, the intelligent blonde quickly typed in 'Stairle' and waited for the search to go through.
"Crystal... How did you get into the MDNA from a lab computer?" Sara asked slowly, intrigued at what her girlfriend had up her sleeve. Crystal shrugged.
"Honestly, I have no real idea. I just remembered a flash of something, so I decided to try it out. A password hit me like a ton of bricks, and now I'm in and have NO IDEA what I'm doing." Catherine raised her eyebrow. How could you forget if you had access to the MDNA? Unless she had amnesia, I don't think… wait… Does she have amnesia?
"Well, whatever the case, this might prove useful. Search on, love, search on," Sara finished, turning back to her computer. She typed in a few things, returning to her research. They would crack this case, without the help of the FBI.
Sofia's sharp blue eyes scanned the dark streets around her, searching for any disturbance in the dark alleys. Her training taught her to stick close to the main scene, which she was doing, but something caught her eye in the far corner.
"Jefferson, something's going on in the north corner. Let's go check it out," Sofia motioned, quickly pulling out her gun and following Jefferson towards the side street. Just as they turned the corner, bright lights flashed before their eyes. Sofia instinctively jumped upwards at the fast moving blur.
The last sight before her eyes was bright lights and then the world spinning to black.