The Baby Farm
by Bugs & Beauty
AN: I do not own CSI. The crimes related in this fanfic are based on actual events that took place in Australia in the 1800-1900s. Some facts have been changed for literary reasons. This takes place in Season 4 and may have spoilers for any episode up to Fight Night.
Chapter One
Makin Children Center
Las Vegas, Nevada
The yellow police tape cornered the front walk from the shady trees on the side to the fence that cornered off the parking lot. Two police cars were parked out front with their lights flashing. Captain Jim Brass waved over to the two approaching CSI members. In one hand, he held a pen that he used to point to the interior of the Center.
"We have one dead infant." The older captain looked down at his notes scrawled in the notepad. "Little girl named Clara Small, age eight. We haven't located the parents yet."
The older of the two CSI members nodded his head carefully and shifted his silver evidence case to his other hand. "The parents just left her here?" he queried the policeman.
Brass shooked his head at Grissom. "No, it seems to be policy to drop the kids off and then pick them up after they get better." He shook his head in disbelief.
"Just like a drive thru..." Sara's voice trailed off as she shook her head. Exchanging a glance with Grissom, she stepped forward and into the building.
Inside the Center, two officers were grouping seven small children together in a room. A nurse was at the reception desk talking to an officer who bent over towards her. Every so often he scribbled down a note then ask another question. Sara's head turned one way then the other looking for the dead child. Seeing no sign of her, she shot one of the officer's a questioning look. He looked grim and pointed through a swinging double door.
Sara moved through the doors then stopped at the beginning of a long hallway. Most of the doors on either side, eight in all, were shut except for a single light at the end and on the right. Gripping her evidence case tightly, she walked down to the door. Each step of her shoes on the floor echoed with a quiet tap. In her own mind, the tapping noise was too loud.
The little girl was laid out on the examination bed. The interior of the room was just like the ones Sara visited at her local Urgent Treatment Center. She set her case down on the counter near the sink and opened it up. The latex gloves gave a snap as she put them on her hands.
The girl was dressed in a pale lemon colored sundress. Large sunflowers decorated the material. The girl's arms were resting beside her body. There was no sign of trauma on her amrs, neck or face that Sara could see from her vantage point. Carefully, Sara pushed the girl's shoulder length auburn hair away from her face and examined her more in more detail.
At first glance, there was still no visible cause of death. Turning the victim's head away from her, Sara's eyes narrowed and she moved closer to the girl. Near her ear, there was a barely visible line behind her ear. Checking her other side, Sara spied the same marking on the child.
Nausea floored the young CSI and she stepped hastily away from the body. She distracted herself by opening the girl's medical chart which was waiting for her near her evidence case. Clara Small, age eight. Father checked her into the clinic and left. Mother's whereabouts were unknown at the time. Unconsciously Sara kept moving back to the door until she came into contact with a warm object. A warm, breathing object. A warm, breathing object which leaned over her shoulder to look at the chart.
"Find anything?"
Sara kept her breathing as even as possible. She turned her head towards Grissom and murmured a soft 'no' at him. He reached his arm around her from the outside and took the folder from her hands. "We should get started on this." As he moved towards the little girl, he pressed into her hip for a brief pause then seemed to scoot as fast as he could away from her.
Sometimes she did not understand the frustating enigma that was Gil Grissom.
by Bugs & Beauty
AN: I do not own CSI. The crimes related in this fanfic are based on actual events that took place in Australia in the 1800-1900s. Some facts have been changed for literary reasons. This takes place in Season 4 and may have spoilers for any episode up to Fight Night.
Chapter One
Makin Children Center
Las Vegas, Nevada
The yellow police tape cornered the front walk from the shady trees on the side to the fence that cornered off the parking lot. Two police cars were parked out front with their lights flashing. Captain Jim Brass waved over to the two approaching CSI members. In one hand, he held a pen that he used to point to the interior of the Center.
"We have one dead infant." The older captain looked down at his notes scrawled in the notepad. "Little girl named Clara Small, age eight. We haven't located the parents yet."
The older of the two CSI members nodded his head carefully and shifted his silver evidence case to his other hand. "The parents just left her here?" he queried the policeman.
Brass shooked his head at Grissom. "No, it seems to be policy to drop the kids off and then pick them up after they get better." He shook his head in disbelief.
"Just like a drive thru..." Sara's voice trailed off as she shook her head. Exchanging a glance with Grissom, she stepped forward and into the building.
Inside the Center, two officers were grouping seven small children together in a room. A nurse was at the reception desk talking to an officer who bent over towards her. Every so often he scribbled down a note then ask another question. Sara's head turned one way then the other looking for the dead child. Seeing no sign of her, she shot one of the officer's a questioning look. He looked grim and pointed through a swinging double door.
Sara moved through the doors then stopped at the beginning of a long hallway. Most of the doors on either side, eight in all, were shut except for a single light at the end and on the right. Gripping her evidence case tightly, she walked down to the door. Each step of her shoes on the floor echoed with a quiet tap. In her own mind, the tapping noise was too loud.
The little girl was laid out on the examination bed. The interior of the room was just like the ones Sara visited at her local Urgent Treatment Center. She set her case down on the counter near the sink and opened it up. The latex gloves gave a snap as she put them on her hands.
The girl was dressed in a pale lemon colored sundress. Large sunflowers decorated the material. The girl's arms were resting beside her body. There was no sign of trauma on her amrs, neck or face that Sara could see from her vantage point. Carefully, Sara pushed the girl's shoulder length auburn hair away from her face and examined her more in more detail.
At first glance, there was still no visible cause of death. Turning the victim's head away from her, Sara's eyes narrowed and she moved closer to the girl. Near her ear, there was a barely visible line behind her ear. Checking her other side, Sara spied the same marking on the child.
Nausea floored the young CSI and she stepped hastily away from the body. She distracted herself by opening the girl's medical chart which was waiting for her near her evidence case. Clara Small, age eight. Father checked her into the clinic and left. Mother's whereabouts were unknown at the time. Unconsciously Sara kept moving back to the door until she came into contact with a warm object. A warm, breathing object. A warm, breathing object which leaned over her shoulder to look at the chart.
"Find anything?"
Sara kept her breathing as even as possible. She turned her head towards Grissom and murmured a soft 'no' at him. He reached his arm around her from the outside and took the folder from her hands. "We should get started on this." As he moved towards the little girl, he pressed into her hip for a brief pause then seemed to scoot as fast as he could away from her.
Sometimes she did not understand the frustating enigma that was Gil Grissom.