It's Deviant Behavior for the new year! Ok no, seriously, I had to revamp this fic cuz I took to long to update it, and plus, I didn't like how it read before. So I hope you guys enjoy the "updated" version, and hopefully I'll have a new chapter up within the next few weeks…Have fun!
Read on!
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Laughter echoes through the air. Decisive thuds of stumbling movements are drowned out by music. The acrid stench of alcohol and sweat circulates throughout the open house—but nobody seems to mind.
Music is playing in the background.
The rhythmic pulses of the bass are felt through the floor.
The house is fairly crowded, but again, nobody seems to mind.
The clock strikes midnight.
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"W-what timeisit?" The young woman slurred.
"Time for you," the young man she was talking to, took the drink out of her hand. "To take a break," he smiled at her. She looked at him for a moment, before giving him a lopsided grin.
"Really?" she drawled, reaching across to touch his hand. He gave a small laugh.
"Yea," he took a swig of his drink, and looked around the room. She continued to rub her fingers along the palm of his hand. He looked at her. She smiled seductively.
"So?" she hinted, her eyebrows raised in a teasing manner. He studied her for a moment.
"So?" She grinned at his innocence. She looked from him to behind him—towards the back door. He followed her eyes, and glanced over his shoulder. He turned back to look at her with a grin on his face. She smiled back at him, and curled her hands around his.
"C'mon," she whispered, walking past him.
He obediently followed, setting his drink on a nearby window side table. She slowly slid the door opened, and stepped outside into the warm summer night air. She breathed deeply—the fresh air felt good in her lungs, after the stuffy atmosphere of the house.
"Mmm. Much better," she remarked quietly, running her hand through her brown hair. Her eyes strained in the illuminated darkness. Her eyelids felt heavy, and it was almost an effort to keep them open. She felt his presence behind her.
"Mmm, what is?" he whispered, leaning into her.
She giggled softly as he nibbled on her ear. She ran her hands through his hair, feeling the damp skin on his scalp. His hands began to drift down to the belt buckle on her pants. She quickly grabs his hands and pulled away from him.
"C'mon," he pleaded, hooking his finger on her back belt loop. She paused, then turned around slowly. She didn't fight as he pulled her closer.
"Mmm," he mumbled, biting his lip. She smiled coyly; wrapping her arms around his neck. He smiled, and leaned in slowly.
When they separated, she licked her lips slowly, releasing her hands from around his neck. He gave her a questioning look as she backed away from him. She ran her hand down his arm, and grabbed onto his hand and pulled gently in her direction. He shuffled forward obediently.
She dropped his hand, but continued to step backwards, until she felt the deck railing against her back. She gave a shallow breath as she rested her body against the railing. He emerged from the shadows, and leaned into her.
Pausing for a breath, his eyes glanced outward.
Downward.
Back at her.
He smiled, and leaned in for another kiss.
But he stopped.
"What?" she asked, her eyes lazily watching him. He wasn't looking at her.
"What?" There was a hint of panic in her question. He didn't answer her. He was looking past her, at something on the ground.
His eyes strained in the darkness for a moment, before his face contorted into an terrified look.
"O my god," he rasped, righting himself upright.
"What? What is it?" She couldn't hide her fear.
"L-Lo-ok," he stammered, pointing downward onto yard below. He could hear his breathing quicken, his heart already racing. She turned her whole body around to get a better look.
At first she looked surprise.
Then the flash of terror crossed her face.
She screamed.
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"If it isn't the Chain Gang," Brass remarked sarcastically as the three adults approached. "You're late."
"No you're just early," Catherine remarked, setting her heavy briefcase down beside her. Brass smirked.
"What do we got?" Grissom asked, pulling out his Maglite from his coat pocket.
"419, called in around 12:30. Single victim, female, found in the pool," the policeman recounted.
"Time of death?" Grissom asked, looking over at the pool.
"Coroner says to early to say, the temps all messed up 'cause of the pool. Said they'll know more when they get back to the lab," Brass replied gruffily. Grissom continued to eye the property.
"Anything else?"
"Aside from the narcotics we found and the underage drinking—no I'd have to say that's it." Grissom gave him a look.
"I meant—any suspects?"
"Besides those two that reported it? No." Brass gestured towards the couple who were now being questioned by the police. The three CSI's peered over at them. Grissom pursed his lips together in thought.
"Anything else?"
Brass smirked.
"I'll let you know," he answered. Grissom gave him another Look. Brass put his hands up as if in defeat. "It's all yours," he gestured towards the crime scene. Grissom nodded.
He looked at the two females standing behind him.
"Alright—Sara I want you—."
"Down at the pool deck, I know."
"And you want me to question the 'suspects'," Catherine supplied, picking up her briefcase. "We know," she answered his questioning look. "I'm the people person and she—takes good pictures." The two females looked at him. "We got it."
It took him a moment to answer.
"Ok?"
"Ok," they simultaneously answered. Catherine brushed by him, and headed over to the couple, while Sara headed over to the pool.
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"We-we weren't outside very long," the man stammered, obviously shaken by what he had seen.
"Yea—we were on the deck when Jarod saw it," the girl added. "This is just—just horrible."
"Yea—murders usually are," Catherine interjected. "Did you notice anything suspicious?" The two looked at each other.
"N-no, I mean, no. We were inside the whole night before we came out on to the deck and saw—."
"Did you touch anything by the pool?" Catherine snapped on a pair of gloves.
"N-no. We-we called the police right after we saw it—did we do something wrong?" They both seemed nervous.
"No—this is just standard procedure—to rule you two out as suspects. Can you please hold out your hands?" The two looked at each other in confusion. "Palms up." They sighed, and slowly put there hands out, palms up.
"Ok," Catherine swabbed each of their palms. "This is just a simple test," she added drops of phenolpthaline to the ends of the swabs.
No reaction.
"Well—no blood on your hands," they both looked relieved. "Can you lift up your feet so I can see the bottom of your shoes?"
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"What do we got?" Grissom asked, as he approached a kneeling Sara.
"Multiple footprints in and around the pool deck. Lots of different treads," she pointed them out, "And large blood drops all around. They lead into the grass."
"Blood drops leading from the grass onto the deck."
"Yea—I'm thinkin' the killer did this somewhere else, and carried the body here, and dumped her in the pool."
Grissom didn't say anything. He peered around.
"Did you check the filter?"
"Yea, I bagged and tagged it for the lab—preliminary check showed hair, dirt, and bugs."
"Hmm," he murmured, he had just noticed Catherine walking over.
"Hey—no blood on the suspects—hands or feet—and both were inside all night," she reported, her eyes wandering around the pool. "Nice pool."
"It was," Grissom replied furtively. Catherine looked at him oddly.
"Hey Grissom—take a look at this," Sara called over to him. She was a few feet away from where he was standing. She was kneeling on the ground, peering at something. He gingerly walked over, making as sure not to disturb scene.
"There seems to be blood in these tread marks," she pointed out, snapping a picture. Grissom followed the foottrail with his maglite. In some of the larger prints, the dirt was stained almost black.
"This print is walking away from the pool, not towards it," Sara mused. She snapped another picture.
"Well, the victim didn't get up and walk out of the pool," Grissom remarked, studying the prints.
"Yea—well why leave this around, why not try to hide it?" Sara contemplated out loud, as she stood up from her kneeling position. Catherine walked up from behind the two. She looked down at the trail, then back at the pool.
"Well—either someone very unintelligent, who doesn't realize they just gave us the case, or—."
Grissom kneeled down closer to the ground. He picked something up from out of the grass, and held it up in the light. He smiled.
"They want to be found."
Should I countinue?