3- "Devin Richards"
Sara knew she missed it. It hurt her to think like that, but it was true. She missed the rush, the sense of accomplishment.
But she didn't miss the dreams, the nightmares, the frustrations... but all of that came with the job and made it so much of her life, made it so addicting. Made it so unforgettable...
It had been three months since she had quit, since she had run away. She even had a job, one that didn't pay as much as CSI, and was definitely much more different, but the Physics degree from Harvard is pretty impressive. Ironically, though it helped her into the job, she never used it.
Las Vegas Zoo, go figure. She thought it was the obvious choice, considering her history with people. She loved it, loved every second, which made her wonder: Did I waste all of my life in a place where I didn't belong?
3rd Assistant Zoo Manager, Aquatic Animal Division. Basically, it required her to wander around the Zoo, preferably the tanks that held the fish, and order the zookeepers around. The pay wasn't fun, but she did enjoy going to work everyday, which meant a lot to her. Sure, there was the occasional animal death, but she never had to investigate it, which was a major plus.
They called her The Cop, even though it was far from the truth. She had pulled some strings to climb quickly to her position, it was a necessity, and she now was happy where she stood, watching the Spinner Dolphin tank.
Being a naturally nocturnal person, she usually hung around after the Zoo closed and left with the last of the employees. She was checking the tank when she noticed something odd with the female Spinner (as the dolphins were called).
She could tell it was Nevina because she was pregnant, and the little dolphin always looked so silly, jumping up into the air and bulging with baby. But tonight, Nevina was being unusually social. When Sara would walk around, Nevina would follow, cricking in her cute way. None of the dolphins had ever really been smitten with Sara, and Sara always had an odd feeling that the dolphins could see past her false pretenses and see her true self, and they wisely stayed away. Plus, her job never really involved the actual animals.
"What's wrong?" Sara asked, leaning over the tank wall to get a closer look at Nevina, who rolled over and showed her white belly. That's when Sara noticed the blood.
"Oh God..." She said, and radioed for help.
The three months that Sara had been gone had passed quickly at the LVCL, and Greg always was smiling. He was a better CSI than anyone expected, even himself. He had a knack for spotting the really small, almost insignificant things. He hadn't been put on a murder yet, but had solved two cases of robbery.
The new lab tech was a short, recently married woman in her thirties, and Greg liked her right away. The feeling wasn't mutual, Greg found out one day when he had dropped off fabric samples and an unknown liquid.
Yvette was working with a machine that identified unknown substances, and when she attempted to shut it, it didn't work. After five minutes of struggle, Greg saw her pushing the lid shut forcefully.
"Hey, hey!" Greg burst, walking over, "Are you crazy? All you have to do is shut it slightly to the left, and shove it right to click. It has always been that way. I think someone dropped it before."
She shot him a deathly glare as she shut it correctly and said, "Mr. Sanders, please leave. This isn't your lab anymore."
He bowed out respectfully. Ever since then she had never really enjoyed his company. He always kinda liked her though. She never seemed totally threatening.
Of course, as with everything, something was brewing to change the Las Vegas Crime Lab, and this was just happening states over, in a little place called Quantico, Virginia.
The Director of the FBI, Devin Richards, was overseeing crime statistics. In a perfect world, he would have stayed out of things that weren't his business, preferably Crime Lab statistics. Crime Labs were the State Government's problems, not one of the Federal Government. But after just being elected he promised an answer to help lower state crime, and that meant working with Crime Labs. He took the list in his hand, entitled "Crime Lab Rankings in USA, by Cases Solved ratio of cases solve to time taken (2003-2004)" and knew which to use.
He pointed at Number Two, the Las Vegas Crime Lab, and said onto the phone, "I hear Las Vegas is great at this time of year... get me Gil Grissom on the phone, please."
For Gil Grissom, that day, or night, had started like any other. He had to stay behind rounds to finish off his biggest pet peeve, paperwork, when he threw his pen across the room in mild frustration and read the paper instead.
It was a small article, Grissom had no idea why he had come across it, entitled "Richards Elected; Promises a Decrease of State Crime." Grissom's job is based on state crime, so he figured he had better read what the new FBI Director had for all the lowly State Crime Labs.
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Quantico, Virginia-
The newly elected Devin Richards of the Federal Bureau of Investigation was elected because of his promise to help lower state crime and was recently hosting a press conference to answer questions about his position when the inevitable question was raised on how he was planning on lowering state crimes.
"I am not a traditional Director. Here at the FBI, everyday brings us more sophistication, more modern ways to solve crimes. Our Behavioral Science Unit, or Investigative Support Unit, deals with the aspects of Criminal Profiling and Criminal Stressors and brings us to the answer of a case faster and more thoroughly than using just the evidence. We are setting into action and experiment wherein we are assigning criminal profilers to state cases to not just be used as accessories; they will follow the case from beginning to end."
He mentioned he was going to place Profilers to various State Crime Labs and see if the statistics will lower. This he "has much faith in" and urges all to share his feelings.
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The rest of the article just mentioned a brief history of the FBI BSU and of Devin Richards. Grissom put the paper down and figured, well, that was that, his Crime Lab was number two in the country. They didn't need any of that profiler rubbish, they could solve crimes quite well on their own.
Thank you very much
Then, the phone rang.
"Mr. Grissom?" The secretary's voice called through the phone, "There is someone on line three for you."
"Who?"
"Some guy who says his name is Devin Richards."
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