Title: Unpaid Debts
Author: kyrdwyn
Rating: R
Spoilers: None that I can think of right now
Archive: To my website and Fanfiction.net only
Summary: 419 at Grissom's House
Disclaimer: If they appear on CSI, they belong to those companies, CBS, and the actors who make them come alive. The other characters, as well as the plot lines, are mine (or I'm theirs, never quite sure which). Done purely for enjoyment and not for profit.
Thanks to Jordyn for coming up with the title
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Margie Thomas ducked under the crime scene tape and entered the house. As she had been trained to do years before, she let her eyes take a quick but thorough sweep of the scene. The brown eyes stopped at the man on the couch, and then flew to Detective Vega in shock. He slowly nodded, confirming the questions in her eyes. Margie sighed and moved over to the bedroom, where several uniformed officers were standing around, talking. Taking in the scene, Margie looked at the officers.
"Out!" she ordered them. They looked at the diminutive CSI staring at them with her arms folded across her chest. "Now! Before you contaminate the scene more than you have. Or would you rather I view all of you as suspects?"
The officers left. Vega stood in the doorway as Margie surveyed the room. There was a female body lying on the bed, dried blood trailing from the wound in her chest to the larger stain on the sheets. A semi-automatic that looked like the police issued weapon she carried lay on the floor near the bed, a used condom not far from it. Setting down the steel field kit she carried, Margie pulled on a pair of latex gloves and opened the top of the kit to retrieve her clipboard and a pen.
Silently, she began taking notes and photographs before gathering the evidence into containers and envelopes for transport back to the lab. Margie had never been one to talk aloud to herself at a crime scene. She had worked with other investigators who felt the need to fill up the space with their chatter and observations. Margie hated that. The evidence should speak to them, not the other way around.
Those who had worked with Margie knew her quirks. Some of the others on dayshift had nicknamed her "Lady Grissom" for being as odd as the nightshift supervisor. But not one of them could say that Margie didn't get the job done. And this case, she knew, needed that kind of precision. Not because of who the victim was, but because of who the first suspect was: Gil Grissom.
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Author: kyrdwyn
Rating: R
Spoilers: None that I can think of right now
Archive: To my website and Fanfiction.net only
Summary: 419 at Grissom's House
Disclaimer: If they appear on CSI, they belong to those companies, CBS, and the actors who make them come alive. The other characters, as well as the plot lines, are mine (or I'm theirs, never quite sure which). Done purely for enjoyment and not for profit.
Thanks to Jordyn for coming up with the title
*~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~*
Margie Thomas ducked under the crime scene tape and entered the house. As she had been trained to do years before, she let her eyes take a quick but thorough sweep of the scene. The brown eyes stopped at the man on the couch, and then flew to Detective Vega in shock. He slowly nodded, confirming the questions in her eyes. Margie sighed and moved over to the bedroom, where several uniformed officers were standing around, talking. Taking in the scene, Margie looked at the officers.
"Out!" she ordered them. They looked at the diminutive CSI staring at them with her arms folded across her chest. "Now! Before you contaminate the scene more than you have. Or would you rather I view all of you as suspects?"
The officers left. Vega stood in the doorway as Margie surveyed the room. There was a female body lying on the bed, dried blood trailing from the wound in her chest to the larger stain on the sheets. A semi-automatic that looked like the police issued weapon she carried lay on the floor near the bed, a used condom not far from it. Setting down the steel field kit she carried, Margie pulled on a pair of latex gloves and opened the top of the kit to retrieve her clipboard and a pen.
Silently, she began taking notes and photographs before gathering the evidence into containers and envelopes for transport back to the lab. Margie had never been one to talk aloud to herself at a crime scene. She had worked with other investigators who felt the need to fill up the space with their chatter and observations. Margie hated that. The evidence should speak to them, not the other way around.
Those who had worked with Margie knew her quirks. Some of the others on dayshift had nicknamed her "Lady Grissom" for being as odd as the nightshift supervisor. But not one of them could say that Margie didn't get the job done. And this case, she knew, needed that kind of precision. Not because of who the victim was, but because of who the first suspect was: Gil Grissom.
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