Title: Love Bites
Pairing: Sara/Nick, Amelia/Speed, hints at Amelia/Grissom
Spoiler: Lost Son, Viva Las Vegas, Pilot, basically all CSI episodes up to season 4/5ish.
Summary: After Nick's older sister Amelia transferred from Las Vegas, he thought he'd never see her again. Then she became a victim in a serial killer's game. Now, the Las Vegas CSIs are racing against time to find the killer.
Disclaimer: I only own what you do not recognize. I.E: Amelia, Evan, and the victims and suspects. CSI Belongs to Jerry Bruckheimer and all of those smart people who created these fine CSI series.
My Original Note: one more chapter! This is a...different sort of chapter. I say that a lot, but it was weird for me to write. I don't know why. So, uh yeah. thank you to everyone who has reviewed! Please continue to read and review!
Chapter 10: A Final Death Catches Him
"It's not your fault that you're always wrong
The weak ones are there to justify the strong" -Marilyn Manson "The Beautiful People"
After Amelia passed out, everybody left the hospital. Well, Grissom did after he checked on Anna, the fifth victim. She was still unconscious, but he had her clothes. The CSIs worked the day shift to find any more clues on her clothes, but they found nothing. But the fingerprint from the bloody knife did match Alexander Washington.
It was something to lift their spirits.
And then the last victim ended up dead.
It was the start of the graveyard shift and the CSIs were behind a store. A Silver BMW Z4 Convertible was parked next to a dumpster where the body of a blonde Asian woman lay dead next to it. Beside her body, a piece of paper was found with the words 'hör auf zu schreien und wehre dich nicht.' on it. Nobody at the scene knew German, so they'd have to wait.
"Aonio Oko, 38, blonde, Japanese." Jim told Grissom. Grissom sighed and shook his head. The last letter was L. "Die Mel." Jim muttered. It was finally all coming together. But now they had him. Grissom looked over his shoulder where police were putting Alexander Washington into the back of a Cruiser.
"What's the cause of death?" Grissom asked the coroner. He stood up as the body was wheeled towards the van.
"She has multiple stab wounds, all seem to be pretty deep. I'd say the cause of death is that she bled out. She's been here for a while. Two hours at the least." He told Grissom. Grissom nodded and let him go with the body. Grissom turned to Jim.
"You and me will be the only two in the interrogation room." Grissom told him. Jim nodded.
"Good idea, though...I doubt anybody who knows Amelia will be good to do this, but...we'll work with what we have." Jim smiled at Grissom and then turned and left. Grissom turned to Catherine as she walked up to him, holding a bloody knife in an evidence bag.
"What was he doing here?" She asked, talking about Washington.
"They found him in the store." Grissom said, smirking and pointing at the store behind them. Catherine chuckled.
"You have got to be kidding me." She shook her head. "It's basically the same as the last one. He went crazy with the knife, though extremely more this time. I'm going to get this to Greg." Grissom nodded and she turned and headed to her Tahoe.
Grissom waited as Warrick, Nick, and Sara finished gathering evidence. Grissom gave the three CSIs a lift back to the crime lab.
Grissom parked the Tahoe out front and got out. As the CSIs entered the building there was a man with orange hair standing in the lobby. Grissom paid no attention to him, but Warrick headed straight towards him, a smile on his face. Grissom, Sara, and Nick stopped to watch.
"Caine!" Warrick said, sticking out his hand. Horatio smiled and shook Warrick's hand.
"Hey Brown. How's the case going?" Horatio asked. Grissom immediately recognized his voice. His voice was soft, yet hoarse.
"We caught the guy. Grissom and Jim are going to interview him." Warrick pointed at Grissom. "Horatio Caine, this is Dr. Gil Grissom." Warrick introduced them. The two shook hands.
"It's nice to finally meet you." Horatio said, smiling. Grissom smiled back.
"You too." Warrick pointed at Nick and Sara.
"This is Sara Sidle and Nick Stokes." Warrick said. Horatio stood up straight at the mention of Stokes. Horatio walked over to Nick and shook his hand.
"It's a pleasure to meet you." Horatio said. Nick forced a smile, he wasn't uncomfortable, he was just overcome with grief. "Amelia always talked about you."
"It's good to meet you too." He paused as they let go of each other's hands. He could see something in Horatio's eyes. Then he realized what it was. Grief, concern, sadness, and love. "Have you been by to see Amelia?" Nick asked.
"Yes, she was still asleep, so I didn't bother her. I thought I would come by and meet everyone that Amelia always talked so fondly of." Horatio said. Everybody smiled.
"So, come with us. We're about to interrogate Washington." Grissom said. Warrick walked alongside Horatio as they headed into the building.
"How's Calleigh?" Warrick asked. Horatio smiled.
"Calleigh's doing fine. They're going to let her out of the hospital tomorrow." Horatio replied. Warrick smiled.
"That's good." Was all Warrick said. Warrick, Sara, Nick, and Horatio joined Catherine, Greg, and Al in the room next to the interrogation room. Horatio exchanged hellos with Catherine, Greg, and Al and then they turned their attention to the room.
Grissom sat down next to Jim and smiled at Alexander.
"How long did it take you?" Grissom asked. Alexander stared at him in confusion.
"Say what?" He asked.
"How long did it take you to put everything together?" He asked again. Alexander scoffed.
"Dude, I didn't do nothing." He said. Jim smiled.
"Right. So all of the pictures of Aja Vechincon, Akia Whitmore, Alia Kraushaar, Amelia Stokes, Anna Sjvivovich, and Aonio Oko just magically appeared in your condo? Not to mention pictures of the first four at their places of death? Missing knives? Knives found with your fingerprints on them?" Jim said, pushing a file at Alexander. He shifted uncomfortably and pushed it back.
"I didn't do nothing."
"Six dead women. All with evidence pointing to you. What are you going to do?" Jim said, smirking. Alexander smirked right back.
"I read in the paper that only four of em are dead." He said. Jim leaned forward.
"Now how would that be in the paper? The last one was only found an hour ago." He said. Alexander blushed and then his face suddenly turned angry.
"Them bitches deserved it. That stupid Russian exchange student hit my damn car and I had to pay for all of the damages! Even on her ugly ass car!" He scoffed and looked away. "Then that Mexican bitch had to go and refuse to check me out. She said she was about to get off work. I accepted that and moved on to another register. Then I look back at her register and she's checking other people out! What kind of bullshit is that?" He said angrily. Jim leaned back in his chair.
"And Alia?" He asked. Alexander looked at him.
"That bitch was always parking in my spot! And she didn't clean nothing! She used to spill water and milk and all sorts of shit through the floor. Let it drip into my condo. That bitch was lazy." He shook his head.
"And Amelia Stokes?" Grissom inquiered. Alexander smiled but shook his head.
"Don't know no Amelia Stokes." He said.
"Amelia Martin?" Grissom inquiered again. Alexander shook his head again.
"Try again." Grissom looked at Jim and shrugged. He looked back at Alexander.
"You want to tell me or not?" Grissom asked.
"Speedle. Well, it was about to be Speedle. The bitch and that ass was getting married in a few months, hadn't told nobody though." He told them. Grissom tried not to let his jaw drop from surprise. In the room next door, everyone was in shock.
"She was getting married?" Nick said, surprised.
"She had been talking about her and Tim taking time off. She told me she was serious about him and that she wanted to introduce him to her parents." Horatio said sadly. "Then Tim died. It makes sense now." Horatio muttered to no one but himself, but everybody heard it.
"So you stalked her?" Jim asked, springing back from the last answer.
"She had it coming man. She and that Southern chick put me in jail for a year. It sucked so bad. So I started planning. I got out and that crazy parole officer, Anna, she got all mental on me. Thought I was following her. She put a Restraining Order out on me, so I left, and came here. Then I met them other chicks and after I got some info on them, I realized their names were in order, they were all blonde, and they ages were in order. It fit." He explained.
"What about the parole officer?"
"She never let me do nothing. It was always 'stay here, do this, do that, blah blah blah. Then the bitch had the nerve to say I was following her."
"And Aonio?"
"Man...that bitch was just up and crazy. I met her at a club and she followed me everywhere! It was hassling. I told her to get lost and the bitch had the nerve to say I belonged to her. Nu uh, Alexander don't belong to no one."
"Where did you learn sign language?" Grissom asked. Alexander chuckled at that.
"In prison they had a book on the letters in sign language. When I was preparing to do my thing here, after I heard Amelia was on her pretty little way to Vegas, I remembered that and figured I'd stick that in."
"Die Mel." Jim said. Alexander nodded. "It's about her."
"It's always been about her. Since she and that other woman were on my case. She never lets anything go. She was the same way with Evan. He used to come into work talking about her, saying that she controls his life. Always making him move." Alexander scoffed and shook his head. "He said she stalked him."
"You do realize that he stabbed her twice and broke three of her toes? That is the reason why they divorced. He abused her." Jim said. "You're little pal was lying. They moved from Dallas to Las Vegas because he had been fired from his job as the Dallas Prison. They moved from Las Vegas to Miami because he had been fired from his job. They moved because of him." Jim told him. Alexander blushed slightly but shrugged.
"Don't make no matter now." He said, shrugging again. Grissom put the piece of paper with German on it, on the table. Washington picked up the paper, which was in an evidence bag, and smiled. "Hör auf zu schreien und wehre dich nicht." He said. He put the paper down. "Stop screaming and don't resist. It's from the song 'Du riechst so gut', by Rammstein." He leaned forward on the table. "Amelia smells so good." He said. Grissom stood up.
"Have fun in jail." He turned and left the room, a nauseating feeling in his stomach. He went to his office, bypassing everybody and shut the door behind him. He sat at his desk and stared at the picture of Amelia and Nick.
---"Just try it Gil. It's fun to be human." Amelia said, joking with him. Grissom smiled as she sat in the chair in front of his desk.
"Don't start." Grissom said. Amelia frowned.
"Come on Gil. You've got to get out every once in awhile. Live a little." She said. Grissom looked down at the file in his hands.
"I ride roller coasters. You know that Mel. You go with me sometimes." He said. Amelia sighed.
"I know Gil. I know. How hard would a little dinner be?" She asked. Grissom took a deep breath and continued to stare at the file in his hands. He knew how hard it would be. It would take every ounce in his body to keep from touching her. It's hard enough to work with her.
"You're married." Was all he said. Amelia sighed angrily.
"Whatever." She stood up and left his office. Grissom sighed sadly. He screwed up. He always did.---
Horatio sat down in the chair next to Amelia's bed and gently grabbed her hand. So many things were running through his head. He had to tell her the truth.
"Amelia." He started sadly. "I'm sorry for everything. The lies and the deception. I just figured that Tim had told you." Amelia's hand twitched in his, but her eyes didn't open. "But first, you should know. Calleigh's alright. She should be coming home from the hospital tomorrow. Everybody sends their love, even Yelina." Horatio paused and let a tear slip down his cheek and fall onto the bed sheets. "Another woman was murdered, but they found Alexander Washington. He's been arrested. Evan's in San Francisco so you don't have to hide." He said quietly.
"Good. I don't want to hide anymore." Her voice said. She voice was strained and quiet. Horatio looked at her and smiled.
"There's my beautiful girl." He said. Amelia smiled at him, slightly blushing. Horatio was always calling her his beautiful girl. She had so many ridiculous, yet cute, names in Miami. It was hard to keep up with them. "How are you doing?" He asked.
"Ok, I guess. My head hurts." She licked her dry lips.
"Do you want me to get you anything?" He asked. Amelia shook her head slightly, then stopped.
"No. It's ok." She paused. "What were you going to tell me H?" She asked. Horatio looked away.
"When were you going to tell us that you and Tim were getting married?" He asked. It was Amelia's turn to blush and look away. "Mel?" He pushed.
"He wanted to meet my parents first. We planned to leave for about a week or so. It was going to be after we finished that case on the missing boy." Tears burst from Amelia's eyes as she thought back to that day. "Oh God H, I'm pregnant." She added. Horatio gripped her hand tightly.
"Mel...it's going to be ok. I promise. Everything is going to be ok." Horatio promised her.