Title: A Friend in need
Rating: G
Disclaimers: Still don't own 'em. Still wish I did!
Author's note: Thanks to all who reviewed. It's giving me lots of encouragement, which I need if I'm going to finish this!!! Sorry about not having indentations where they should go, it's my biggest pet peeve, but my computer is being STUPID! :o) Oh, and if you see anything that needs fixing (accuracy or otherwise) please bring it to my attention! Constructive criticism is a writer's best friend!!
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"New assignments today!" Gil Grissom announced once everyone was sitting around a table. "Catherine, you and Warrick have a D.B. at Silver Bells Wedding Chapel."
"Yay," Warrick said without enthusiasm. "I'll get the Tahoe." Warrick and Catherine stood up to leave. Catherine went to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water and tossed it to Warrick before grabbing one for herself and following him to the state-issued SUV.
"Nick, you have a robbery," Grissom handed him a piece of paper with all the pertinent information on it.
"Piece of cake. I'll be back in an hour," he grinned as he stood up.
"I hope not. If you do, I'll send you back to collect all the evidence you missed."
"Yeah," Nick rolled his eyes, grabbed his kit and left.
"That leaves you two with this homicide," Grissom gave them the paper and turned to leave, "The autopsy's at midnight. David's meeting you there before he brings it back."
"Fun," Sara muttered with her usual sarcasm. She skimmed the paper for details and handed it to Melody. "Let's go." She sighed, not knowing whether she wanted to spend quality time with the younger CSI. Melody followed her quietly to the remaining Tahoe.
"Sara, I'm sorry I was kinda rude earlier. I just had a bad day," Melody yawned.
"Didn't get much sleep?" Sara asked.
"No, my boyfriend doesn't like the fact that I work nights, so I get to put up with his crap all day."
Sara nodded sympathetically. She's had her fair share of crappy boyfriends, though luckily, she'd never lived with any of them, "You have a boyfriend?"
"Yeah," she replied, not divulging more information. Sara parked the Tahoe and double-checked the address. "Let's get to work." The two CSI's hurried up to the door and showed their ID's to the uniformed police officer standing guard.
"Brass is in there now with the husband. Dave Martin. Claims he came home from work and found her dead, in their bed."
"Like I've never heard that excuse," Melody murmured with a disbelieving tone, "Thanks." He nodded and allowed them access to the house. They found Brass and the husband in the living room.
"I swear! I came home from playing poker with the guys. It's a weekly gig, ask any of them-" Sara cut him off.
"I thought you had just gotten back from work."
He sighed, "Look, That's what I tell her, she doesn't like that I play poker so often, so all she knows is every Friday, I stay late to tie up loose ends and make sure everything's ready for Monday. I got home, later than usual, so it didn't surprise me to find the house quiet. I went upstairs and there she was. I didn't move her."
"Yeah, okay," Brass shook his head and sighed, "If you remember anything else, let us know." He turned to the CSI's, "Sidle, Harper, get to work. Body's upstairs, first bedroom on the left." The girls made their way up the stairs and made a little small talk with David before he was able to transport the body to the morgue. So far, he hadn't found anything. He just wanted them to be able to see the body and get a few pictures before he transported the body.
"Check here for evidence. There's gotta be something. Maybe she was cheating on him and. Oh, I don't know. Grissom hates hunches." Sara went into the bathroom to look for something.
"Sara, if that's the case, we have a lot of new suspects."
"How many?" Sara paused in the door way to the bedroom.
"15-20. And that's on the low side," Melody began collecting samples for Greg.
"So either she doesn't change sheets often, or he's gone a lot more than one day a week." Sara suggested they split up to find any evidence. The two worked silently in separate parts of the house until Sara joined Melody, still in the master bedroom.
"We better go back for the autopsy."
"'Kay. Just a sec," Melody finished dusting and collecting a print off of the remote control. "Let's go." They went back to the Tahoe and raced to the morgue.
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Please review. Sorry about the sudden ending! Let me know what you think so far.
Rating: G
Disclaimers: Still don't own 'em. Still wish I did!
Author's note: Thanks to all who reviewed. It's giving me lots of encouragement, which I need if I'm going to finish this!!! Sorry about not having indentations where they should go, it's my biggest pet peeve, but my computer is being STUPID! :o) Oh, and if you see anything that needs fixing (accuracy or otherwise) please bring it to my attention! Constructive criticism is a writer's best friend!!
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"New assignments today!" Gil Grissom announced once everyone was sitting around a table. "Catherine, you and Warrick have a D.B. at Silver Bells Wedding Chapel."
"Yay," Warrick said without enthusiasm. "I'll get the Tahoe." Warrick and Catherine stood up to leave. Catherine went to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water and tossed it to Warrick before grabbing one for herself and following him to the state-issued SUV.
"Nick, you have a robbery," Grissom handed him a piece of paper with all the pertinent information on it.
"Piece of cake. I'll be back in an hour," he grinned as he stood up.
"I hope not. If you do, I'll send you back to collect all the evidence you missed."
"Yeah," Nick rolled his eyes, grabbed his kit and left.
"That leaves you two with this homicide," Grissom gave them the paper and turned to leave, "The autopsy's at midnight. David's meeting you there before he brings it back."
"Fun," Sara muttered with her usual sarcasm. She skimmed the paper for details and handed it to Melody. "Let's go." She sighed, not knowing whether she wanted to spend quality time with the younger CSI. Melody followed her quietly to the remaining Tahoe.
"Sara, I'm sorry I was kinda rude earlier. I just had a bad day," Melody yawned.
"Didn't get much sleep?" Sara asked.
"No, my boyfriend doesn't like the fact that I work nights, so I get to put up with his crap all day."
Sara nodded sympathetically. She's had her fair share of crappy boyfriends, though luckily, she'd never lived with any of them, "You have a boyfriend?"
"Yeah," she replied, not divulging more information. Sara parked the Tahoe and double-checked the address. "Let's get to work." The two CSI's hurried up to the door and showed their ID's to the uniformed police officer standing guard.
"Brass is in there now with the husband. Dave Martin. Claims he came home from work and found her dead, in their bed."
"Like I've never heard that excuse," Melody murmured with a disbelieving tone, "Thanks." He nodded and allowed them access to the house. They found Brass and the husband in the living room.
"I swear! I came home from playing poker with the guys. It's a weekly gig, ask any of them-" Sara cut him off.
"I thought you had just gotten back from work."
He sighed, "Look, That's what I tell her, she doesn't like that I play poker so often, so all she knows is every Friday, I stay late to tie up loose ends and make sure everything's ready for Monday. I got home, later than usual, so it didn't surprise me to find the house quiet. I went upstairs and there she was. I didn't move her."
"Yeah, okay," Brass shook his head and sighed, "If you remember anything else, let us know." He turned to the CSI's, "Sidle, Harper, get to work. Body's upstairs, first bedroom on the left." The girls made their way up the stairs and made a little small talk with David before he was able to transport the body to the morgue. So far, he hadn't found anything. He just wanted them to be able to see the body and get a few pictures before he transported the body.
"Check here for evidence. There's gotta be something. Maybe she was cheating on him and. Oh, I don't know. Grissom hates hunches." Sara went into the bathroom to look for something.
"Sara, if that's the case, we have a lot of new suspects."
"How many?" Sara paused in the door way to the bedroom.
"15-20. And that's on the low side," Melody began collecting samples for Greg.
"So either she doesn't change sheets often, or he's gone a lot more than one day a week." Sara suggested they split up to find any evidence. The two worked silently in separate parts of the house until Sara joined Melody, still in the master bedroom.
"We better go back for the autopsy."
"'Kay. Just a sec," Melody finished dusting and collecting a print off of the remote control. "Let's go." They went back to the Tahoe and raced to the morgue.
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Please review. Sorry about the sudden ending! Let me know what you think so far.