From Fever To Death
By: Anti Darth Ani
Based on the TV series CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Author's Introduction:
This is my first attempt at a CSI fan-fic. And I must admit, it isn't as easy as I thought it would be. But I'm trying. If you have already starting reading this fan-fic, please just go ahead and start over from the beginning because I've gone through and changed it. Some of the changes are small, but others are huge and if you don't go back and read, you are going to be very confused by the end of the chapter. Thanks so much and sorry for the inconvenience. I hope this change doesn't bother anyone too much.
Thanks to all my wonderful readers and reviewers. I love you all so much!!!! Make sure you tell me what you think of my new chapter!
Synopsis:
Sara, Nick, and Warrick investigate the death of a ten-year-old girl who suddenly died in her kitchen while her parents were at a dinner party. But with the pressure of the case, Sara can't help having bad memories brought back up about her past. Emotions are heightened and things start to change with a few of the co-workers.
Action/Mystery/Suspense/Romance
PG-13 - For violence, language, and some sexuality.
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CHAPTER TWO
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Sara walked after Brass out to the front of the house. The blond and brunette couple she had seen in the pictures was standing in the driveway, the wife crying and the husband yelling at the closest police office, who appeared to shudder with discomfort. Sara almost smiled. The police officers were the ones with the dangerous jobs, and yet they couldn't even handle a middle aged man. Not that Sara wanted their jobs. She would much rather deal with the evidence instead of people. The evidence didn't lie.
"I'm Sara Sidle, from the crime lab," Sara told the couple, in a business-like manner.
"What crime happened? Did someone rob us? Was Emily kidnapped? What happened?" the wife cried, frustrated and confused. "Tell us what happened in our house!"
Sara glanced at Detective Brass before saying a word. She never wanted to be the one to tell the victim's family. It wasn't her job. But she was pushed into a corner and she couldn't find a way out. Brass didn't even give her a sideways glance. Sara took a forced breath and turned her attention back to the parents. "Your daughter, I'm afraid that she was killed. We don't know how yet…"
"What do you mean our daughter was killed?" the husband yelled, staring straight at Sara. "You must be mistaken. We have a high tech security system and the neighbor checks on her every half hour. She can't possibly be dead."
"I'm afraid she is, Sir. But please remain calm. My co-workers and I are working to solve your daughter's death and if she was murdered, than we will try to bring her killer to justice." Sara couldn't look at the mother. They had these calls and cases over two dozens time a year. And it never got any easier. Sara couldn't understand why anyone would want to kill an innocent, helpless child.
The wife started to full out bawl. Sara knew it was an emotional time. It didn't help any when David came out of the house, followed by a stretcher with a lump, covered with a white blanket. "Oh GOD!" the wife called, clutching to her husband's arm. "Oh GOD!" she repeated, leaning against him fully. It was going to be a long night.
Nick studied the outside of the house. He walked all along the perimeter of the house with his mini-flashlight, looking up against the house and then out in the yard. He had to cover every inch of the yard. Lucky for him, the house had a small yard, with only about a five feet long walkway down either side of the house. The backyard was very small as well. It consisted of a lawn table with two plastic chairs and a grill. The patio was made of tile, like the kitchen. The fence that stretched around the whole house was wooden and it would be easy for a perp, if there was one, to jump it.
He slowly made his way all the way around the house and back into the front yard, where Sara was still talking to the parents of the victim. Unfortunately, he hadn't found anything out of place or unusual. No broken vases or planets bent over. No sign of a struggle anywhere. Nothing to show that someone had gotten into the house to kill the little girl.
Nick decided that there wasn't much he could do outside. The most he could do was take prints from the kitchen door from the outside, which opened out into the little patio. He didn't expect to find anything, but if definitely wouldn't be bad if he did. He would take anything right now, even a partial fingerprint.
Nick made his way back around the house. As he went down the left side of the house, he studied everything very carefully. He only saw two windows on the whole first floor that faced his way and there were three on the second floor, one much smaller than the other two. Nick suspected that the smaller window belonged to a bathroom.
Nick even studied the grass. It was green and lush, but cut very short. It appeared that every blade was the exact same length. He was surprised that the house didn't have a huge garden, but it didn't, at least not that he had discovered yet. He glanced from the edge of the fence to the edge of the house. He couldn't spot a single weed. 'Maybe I'll have these people come work on my yard,' he thought while he made his way, finally, into the backyard.
The kitchen door was positioned right on the left of the back wall. He only had to take a few steps from the side of the house to reach the door. He figured the patio furniture was near the kitchen so when they grilled food, it was easy to fix the food and then eat.
Nick pulled out a rectangle piece that appeared to be made out of cardboard. He pulled back the plastic film covering and placed the sticky part against the door handle. Being careful not to shake or shift the paper, he ran he glove over the back of the paper to help the surface pick up any print. Once he was sure he was done, he lifted the sticky part off the door handle and slowly placed the film back over the sticky end, preserving the possible fingerprint until he could get it to Greg Sanders, who worked in the DNA lab.
Nick then tested the kitchen door and found it unlocked. He would have to ask if it had been like that when the police had arrived on the scene, or if they had unlocked it themselves. The body had finally been moved off the floor. Pulling the camera out of the case on his shoulder, Nick started snapping pictures off of where the body had been laying.
Not long after he was done photographing, Nick spotted a sticky substance on the floor, where the body had been laying. Kneeling down, Nick tried to get a better look. Even with the closer range, he couldn't tell anything about it and had no clue to what it was. So Nick pulled out a plastic tube. He popped the top back and pushed a cotton swab out of the bottom. He rolled the swab around in the substance and then pulled the cotton swab back in, snapping the lid closed. Greg was going to have one hell of a night going through all of the evidence.
Nick continued around the kitchen. He didn't find anything out of the ordinary on the counters or on the appliances. He was about to consider the room done when he discovered something shinning on the floor. Nick quickly leaned closer and snapped a picture before pulling out his tweezers and picking it up. He quickly found out that it was a small shard of glass. 'This case is finally getting places.'
Sara wanted to rip the mother's head out. She really did. She legs hurt like hell from standing up for such a long period of time without moving. And the parents weren't the most helpful people of all time. All she had managed to figure out in the past twenty minutes was their names, Fred and Marge McAllister and where they had been, a dinner party at Fred's boss's house. She hadn't even managed to get the boss's name yet. Neither one of them wanted to say much, and they kept shooting odd looks at Sara that were getting on her nerves.
"What is your boss's name?" Sara asked Fred once again. He looked from Sara to Brass and then finally back to Sara. "Why do you want to know? He couldn't have possibly killed our daughter. We were with him all night," he answered nervously. His wife wouldn't even talk.
"We don't think that he killed your daughter," Sara replied, although she was stretching the truth just a little. At the current stage of the investigation, everyone was a suspect. "We just want to talk to him and try to confirm your alibi to make sure that you are innocent."
"You think we could have killed a little girl?" Marge asked, shocked out of her mind. "Our own daughter, for that matter! What kind of sick people are you? I don't want you at my house anymore. Can't you just go away?"
"We are trying to bring your daughter's killer to justice and we can't do that until we are able to process the whole crime scene and get some evidence. We don't suspect that you killed your daughter, Mrs. McAllister, but we have to prove you innocent before we can find who is guilty."
Before Mrs. McAllister had a chance to reply, Nick came walking broadly out of the front door. He walked over to the conversation party and smiled sweetly at Sara. "Warrick is just finishing up. Are you ready to head back to the lab? I found a few things that might help with the case," he told her. Sara nodded, finding this as her excuse to get away from the crazy couple. "You don't mind finishing up with Marge and Fred, do you?" she asked Brass. Then, before waiting for a reply, she practically dragged Nick away from them and to the Tahoe that the lab owned.
"Thank God," Sara groaned, melting into the passenger's seat. "I thought I was going to be stuck with them all night."
Nick just grinned mysteriously. "While we're at the lab, Brass and Warrick are going to start questioning the neighbors, starting with the lady who called in the police. I think Warrick said that they are going to bring her to the lab for questioning."
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Not much of a surprise ending here, but a good place to stop for a while. I'll update with the next chapter as soon as I get a chance. And be expecting a cliffhanger at the end of the next chapter, because I like those.
This time, I guarantee that I am going to post and/or e-mail all members of my fan-site with a sneak preview of the third chapter. If you haven't signed up at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/antidarthani yet, go ahead and be one of the first to read it!
By: Anti Darth Ani
Based on the TV series CSI: Crime Scene Investigation
Author's Introduction:
This is my first attempt at a CSI fan-fic. And I must admit, it isn't as easy as I thought it would be. But I'm trying. If you have already starting reading this fan-fic, please just go ahead and start over from the beginning because I've gone through and changed it. Some of the changes are small, but others are huge and if you don't go back and read, you are going to be very confused by the end of the chapter. Thanks so much and sorry for the inconvenience. I hope this change doesn't bother anyone too much.
Thanks to all my wonderful readers and reviewers. I love you all so much!!!! Make sure you tell me what you think of my new chapter!
Synopsis:
Sara, Nick, and Warrick investigate the death of a ten-year-old girl who suddenly died in her kitchen while her parents were at a dinner party. But with the pressure of the case, Sara can't help having bad memories brought back up about her past. Emotions are heightened and things start to change with a few of the co-workers.
Action/Mystery/Suspense/Romance
PG-13 - For violence, language, and some sexuality.
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CHAPTER TWO
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Sara walked after Brass out to the front of the house. The blond and brunette couple she had seen in the pictures was standing in the driveway, the wife crying and the husband yelling at the closest police office, who appeared to shudder with discomfort. Sara almost smiled. The police officers were the ones with the dangerous jobs, and yet they couldn't even handle a middle aged man. Not that Sara wanted their jobs. She would much rather deal with the evidence instead of people. The evidence didn't lie.
"I'm Sara Sidle, from the crime lab," Sara told the couple, in a business-like manner.
"What crime happened? Did someone rob us? Was Emily kidnapped? What happened?" the wife cried, frustrated and confused. "Tell us what happened in our house!"
Sara glanced at Detective Brass before saying a word. She never wanted to be the one to tell the victim's family. It wasn't her job. But she was pushed into a corner and she couldn't find a way out. Brass didn't even give her a sideways glance. Sara took a forced breath and turned her attention back to the parents. "Your daughter, I'm afraid that she was killed. We don't know how yet…"
"What do you mean our daughter was killed?" the husband yelled, staring straight at Sara. "You must be mistaken. We have a high tech security system and the neighbor checks on her every half hour. She can't possibly be dead."
"I'm afraid she is, Sir. But please remain calm. My co-workers and I are working to solve your daughter's death and if she was murdered, than we will try to bring her killer to justice." Sara couldn't look at the mother. They had these calls and cases over two dozens time a year. And it never got any easier. Sara couldn't understand why anyone would want to kill an innocent, helpless child.
The wife started to full out bawl. Sara knew it was an emotional time. It didn't help any when David came out of the house, followed by a stretcher with a lump, covered with a white blanket. "Oh GOD!" the wife called, clutching to her husband's arm. "Oh GOD!" she repeated, leaning against him fully. It was going to be a long night.
Nick studied the outside of the house. He walked all along the perimeter of the house with his mini-flashlight, looking up against the house and then out in the yard. He had to cover every inch of the yard. Lucky for him, the house had a small yard, with only about a five feet long walkway down either side of the house. The backyard was very small as well. It consisted of a lawn table with two plastic chairs and a grill. The patio was made of tile, like the kitchen. The fence that stretched around the whole house was wooden and it would be easy for a perp, if there was one, to jump it.
He slowly made his way all the way around the house and back into the front yard, where Sara was still talking to the parents of the victim. Unfortunately, he hadn't found anything out of place or unusual. No broken vases or planets bent over. No sign of a struggle anywhere. Nothing to show that someone had gotten into the house to kill the little girl.
Nick decided that there wasn't much he could do outside. The most he could do was take prints from the kitchen door from the outside, which opened out into the little patio. He didn't expect to find anything, but if definitely wouldn't be bad if he did. He would take anything right now, even a partial fingerprint.
Nick made his way back around the house. As he went down the left side of the house, he studied everything very carefully. He only saw two windows on the whole first floor that faced his way and there were three on the second floor, one much smaller than the other two. Nick suspected that the smaller window belonged to a bathroom.
Nick even studied the grass. It was green and lush, but cut very short. It appeared that every blade was the exact same length. He was surprised that the house didn't have a huge garden, but it didn't, at least not that he had discovered yet. He glanced from the edge of the fence to the edge of the house. He couldn't spot a single weed. 'Maybe I'll have these people come work on my yard,' he thought while he made his way, finally, into the backyard.
The kitchen door was positioned right on the left of the back wall. He only had to take a few steps from the side of the house to reach the door. He figured the patio furniture was near the kitchen so when they grilled food, it was easy to fix the food and then eat.
Nick pulled out a rectangle piece that appeared to be made out of cardboard. He pulled back the plastic film covering and placed the sticky part against the door handle. Being careful not to shake or shift the paper, he ran he glove over the back of the paper to help the surface pick up any print. Once he was sure he was done, he lifted the sticky part off the door handle and slowly placed the film back over the sticky end, preserving the possible fingerprint until he could get it to Greg Sanders, who worked in the DNA lab.
Nick then tested the kitchen door and found it unlocked. He would have to ask if it had been like that when the police had arrived on the scene, or if they had unlocked it themselves. The body had finally been moved off the floor. Pulling the camera out of the case on his shoulder, Nick started snapping pictures off of where the body had been laying.
Not long after he was done photographing, Nick spotted a sticky substance on the floor, where the body had been laying. Kneeling down, Nick tried to get a better look. Even with the closer range, he couldn't tell anything about it and had no clue to what it was. So Nick pulled out a plastic tube. He popped the top back and pushed a cotton swab out of the bottom. He rolled the swab around in the substance and then pulled the cotton swab back in, snapping the lid closed. Greg was going to have one hell of a night going through all of the evidence.
Nick continued around the kitchen. He didn't find anything out of the ordinary on the counters or on the appliances. He was about to consider the room done when he discovered something shinning on the floor. Nick quickly leaned closer and snapped a picture before pulling out his tweezers and picking it up. He quickly found out that it was a small shard of glass. 'This case is finally getting places.'
Sara wanted to rip the mother's head out. She really did. She legs hurt like hell from standing up for such a long period of time without moving. And the parents weren't the most helpful people of all time. All she had managed to figure out in the past twenty minutes was their names, Fred and Marge McAllister and where they had been, a dinner party at Fred's boss's house. She hadn't even managed to get the boss's name yet. Neither one of them wanted to say much, and they kept shooting odd looks at Sara that were getting on her nerves.
"What is your boss's name?" Sara asked Fred once again. He looked from Sara to Brass and then finally back to Sara. "Why do you want to know? He couldn't have possibly killed our daughter. We were with him all night," he answered nervously. His wife wouldn't even talk.
"We don't think that he killed your daughter," Sara replied, although she was stretching the truth just a little. At the current stage of the investigation, everyone was a suspect. "We just want to talk to him and try to confirm your alibi to make sure that you are innocent."
"You think we could have killed a little girl?" Marge asked, shocked out of her mind. "Our own daughter, for that matter! What kind of sick people are you? I don't want you at my house anymore. Can't you just go away?"
"We are trying to bring your daughter's killer to justice and we can't do that until we are able to process the whole crime scene and get some evidence. We don't suspect that you killed your daughter, Mrs. McAllister, but we have to prove you innocent before we can find who is guilty."
Before Mrs. McAllister had a chance to reply, Nick came walking broadly out of the front door. He walked over to the conversation party and smiled sweetly at Sara. "Warrick is just finishing up. Are you ready to head back to the lab? I found a few things that might help with the case," he told her. Sara nodded, finding this as her excuse to get away from the crazy couple. "You don't mind finishing up with Marge and Fred, do you?" she asked Brass. Then, before waiting for a reply, she practically dragged Nick away from them and to the Tahoe that the lab owned.
"Thank God," Sara groaned, melting into the passenger's seat. "I thought I was going to be stuck with them all night."
Nick just grinned mysteriously. "While we're at the lab, Brass and Warrick are going to start questioning the neighbors, starting with the lady who called in the police. I think Warrick said that they are going to bring her to the lab for questioning."
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Not much of a surprise ending here, but a good place to stop for a while. I'll update with the next chapter as soon as I get a chance. And be expecting a cliffhanger at the end of the next chapter, because I like those.
This time, I guarantee that I am going to post and/or e-mail all members of my fan-site with a sneak preview of the third chapter. If you haven't signed up at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/antidarthani yet, go ahead and be one of the first to read it!