CSIMCL-Sneaky Rat
Chapter 6
Author Notes: We've at last reached the end~ Chaos will finally meet its conclusion as we discover the truth! Thanks for following this crazy ride with me~ I do not own MCL or CSI.
3rd P.O.V
"Dammit..." Sheena was rather pissy, as she waits for Priya to answer her stupid phone. "Really...just really?" The CSI had finally found what she had been working for, after chatting with her expert co-workers, and found the evidence needed, she was absolutely sure with her conclusions.
Now if her so called partner would pick up and actually talk to her, she'd be able to shut this case! Worst off...she ran into a rather unpleasant nuisance. "Peggy, you really shouldn't be here." The reporter either is stupid or stubborn.
Neither qualities were good at this point in time. Taken away by officers, only to run away and continue an annoying game of chase. One that Sheena was in no mood to actually part take in, at this point she'd leave her to Kim.
Her top priority was to get to the police department, seeing how she was alerted of Mrs. Drakes being brought in for interrogation. "Lay it on me Mia. How good is Priya's case on Mrs. Drakes suspicions?" Her aunt huffed on the other line.
Today was just not going right for her. A bad hair day, Peggy stalking the CSI and cops on top of media harassment. "It's good love, there are obvious holes, however there's nothing saying that she couldn't have done it." A sigh escaped the Rose women.
Looks like she's gonna have to be a bad guy and rain on the indian woman's parade, because her theory from the get go...has been one hundred percent, completely flawed.
To say that Priya was happy to see Sheena would've been nothing more then a flat out lie. She was furious. "Sheena butt out of this! Everything's handled." A raspberry was spewed her way.
"How is this 'handled Pri? Keeping someone here, practically wearing them down till they confess to something they didn't do? Come on, get real." Both pair of green eyes stare each other, swirling emotions of animosity at each other.
The forging evidence was brought out. "Yes, it is a crime, it doesn't truly mean she killed him. Let her go, she hasn't done anything." She didn't have a choice, granted she would've been more than willing to tell her to piss off.
However Mia backed up her niece, and as her employee, Priya's hands were tied. The three were sitting in the very room Mrs. Drakes was seated in. "So why did you let our crook go?" Sheena rolled her eyes, irritated.
"Because to put it frankly...Mrs. Drakes is not a crook, well at least for the death of her husband, in fact this isn't even a murder." Both Mia and Priya were stunned, unable to say anything. "WHAT!?" All of them jumped at the surprise shriek.
Before Sheena stood and followed the sound, and who does she find? Peggy Stillmore. Looks like Kim lost her again, at this point, it's a lost cause trying to stop her snooping around.
She's let into the room, sitting on the edge of her seat. "Mr. Drakes committed suicide. Talked to Wenka and there are no bodily harm and lethal doses were found in his sports drink. The reasoning was due to the fact that he and his wife were divorcing."
Mr. Dajan Drakes was a kind hearted yet honest man, he graduated college due to a basketball scholarship, eventually making his way to one of the most popular and famous b-players in the country.
However his upbringing and relationship with his wife wasn't like most. His parents to big into old style traditions and customs, one of which was arrange marriage. His fiancee was none other than Capucine who came from an aristocratic family who followed similar customs.
Though Dajan loved Capucine very much, she despised him only with him for his money, and for the sake of her family. Yes she appeared for public obligations like her husbands important games but in her private life she was often out of the house.
Interacting with her friends and staying with an unknown lover in a hotel. Despite the fact he couldn't make her happy, the basketball star did what he could to keep their marriage together, but it just wasn't enough.
She filed for divorce, breaking his heart. All of a sudden it was becoming too much to handle. Knowing his love was leaving him, all he knew in life was crashing down on him. For the first time he felt like a failure.
It was becoming difficult to stay occupied about anything. His passions, his hobbies, nothing meant anything to him anymore. Unable to cope, he decided that he should end it. So he went to the library, found a book on medical poisons and animals in the wild.
Luck had had it that rats had invaded his house, so his wife who absolutely detested mice and rats, bought a crap ton of poison to get rid of them. So an idea came to him, one that would give him great relief.
So he wrote a will, signaling what he would do with his wealth should he die, got up early on morning, only running into one or two of his staff, and placed lethal amount of rat poison into his drink. He chugged the bottle, it was over rather quickly for him, just enough time to put his drink down on the table.
"You're telling me you found his will?" Priya was in a state of disbelief, suicide? The man who could apparently do no wrong offed himself? It was crazy, but there it was, right in front of her.
His will that had been examined and confirmed to be in his handwriting. His fingerprints found all over the book of poisons found hidden away on the bookshelf in his room. And lastly...a letter, dedicated to his staff and beloved wife.
Stating his apologies of being selfish, leaving them in such what he considered a cowardly manner. However he couldn't just handle it, wishing that half of his wealth would be evenly split to his loyal employees and the remaining half going to his wife.
The one that despite being the cause of his grief, is still the one he truly cares for. It was a sad series of chain reactions. Reactions that Dajan just wasn't prepared for. And took his own life before anyone could realize he was a troubled soul.
None of the ladies within that room, even Peggy had anything to say with the evidence presented, each of them read the will and series of letters. A rather saddening atmosphere as this tragic tale comes to a close.
"Pro Basketball Star Hit the Deep End! About three days ago Basketball Celebrity Dajan Drakes was found dead in his home-"
"UGH! Why am I awake...?" She solved the case, she found out the truth of Dajan Drakes death, so why is she still forced awake? She's a nocturnal demon CSI for pete's sake! "I want my soda!"
Sheena really wanted to strangle Mia while she sat, laying her heavy head on the table. Then a miracle came down before her. A can of soda was gently placed in front of her tired face.
Priya laid it down before her, an apologetic expression on her face. A newspaper in her other hand. "Truce?" A small nod and slurp as the can of sugary goodness was opened. "Why am I still up?" Priya snorts.
"Mia wants us to do paperwork. Then we have to have another square off with Peggy and the media for the latest article on Mr. Drakes death." Both groan in horror.
They weren't even getting paid overtime. "MIIIIIAAAAAAAAA!" More papers were stacked on their table. "Kim get those crappy papers away from me!" Just another day on the job.
the end!
Author Notes: FREEDOM! I did it~ Hope you guys enjoyed this series as though i loved it, took so fricking long to do! This is it my friends so please feel free to fav/follow/review if you liked it.
I'm always appreciative of your constant support! Ok guys see you next time, tchao for now!
