Chapter Two: Swung Away
Author: CadaverBlue
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Pretty much the same as before. The investigation on the "Swing murder" is underway. A few twists and turns await the unsuspecting CSI's.
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI, cause if I did, this story would be on the small screen. For now it's just on the smaller screen.
A/N: I've decided to go on with the story. Sorry it's so short. I've got midterms! Longer next time! Thanks to all of your reviews! They were much appreciated!
WARNING: I thought I might as well warn CowgirlCJ again...just in case!
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Sara walked threw the lab giggling. In her hand was an overstuffed brown evidence bag. Approaching the layout room Warrick walked by her in the hall.
"Heard you've got a hot one." He said, smiling.
"Oh YEAH!" Sara said, walking into the layout room.
Opening the bag she pulled out the parts of the sex swing found at the Fink residence. In order to free the victim from the restraints the bungee line was cut. Sara laid them out on the table, avoiding the knot at the top of the bungee. Grissom walked in as Sara reached in the bag and pulled out the swing. He tossed the case file down on the table near the evidence bag. Grissom nodded at Sara.
"So, I'll collect this hair and give it to Greg, possibly some epithelia's and I'll see what trace I can find on the seat," Sara said.
"WHOA! That's the Swinger 3000!" Greg yelped walking into the layout room.
Grissom and Sara stared blankly at Greg. Grissom mumbled something and Sara started laughing.
"What?" Greg said innocently.
"I'm not even going to ask Greg." Grissom said.
Sara held her stomach and laughed harder.
"WHAT?" Greg pleaded.
Sara walked towards Greg and put her hand on his shoulder.
"Never mind Greg, we really don't want to know," she said between snorts.
"Like you've never tried anything...different in bed." He said, childlike.
Grissom looked at Sara and smiled. He cleared his throat.
"Ooo..." Greg started.
"We'll have DNA for you soon Greggo." Sara winked.
Greg left the room reluctantly and walked over to the sanctity of his lab. Sara slapped on some latex and grabbed some tweezers.
"I've got a meeting with Doctor Robbins, I'll check in later." Grissom said as he walked out of the door.
Sara nodded. She gripped the rope and slowly undid the knot, letting the hair fall free. She gripped the hair with the tweezers and put it into an envelope. Taking some swabs she ran them against the rope, grabbing epithelia's along the way. She secured the swap and reached for her ALS. Putting on her orange classes she flipped the switch and ran the light over the seat. The blue light reflected off the shinny material of the seat but it did not reveal any stains.
"No semen," Sara mumbled.
She raised her eyes brows, "that's weird," She thought. She grabbed the swab and the hair and headed over to Greg in the lab.
"Hey Greggo," she said walking into the lab.
"Hey Sara," he replied not looking up.
"I've got some evidence for you, from the Swinger 3000," Sara snickered.
Greg glared at her. Sara laughed.
"Whoa Greg, you're the one who brought your bedroom habits up."
"I never actually said I've used it before." He said.
"Neither did I," she replied handing the envelope and swab to him.
"I'll be back soon Greg."
He nodded.
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Back in the morgue, Doc Robbins was running over the Post with Grissom.
"So Doc, Time of Death?"
"Estimated TOD at 24 hours. Rigor is minimal."
"Cause of Death?"
"Asphyxia."
"But there were no obvious signs on the victim." Grissom stated.
"That's true, no petechial hemorrhages, no cyanosis. But I did find signs of compression in the chest."
"Was she incapacitated by someone pushing on her chest?" Grissom asked.
"That's plausible. Lividity shows me that she was set on her left side within 30 to 60 minutes of her death."
Doc Robbins turned the victim over to show Grissom reddish discoloration on the victims left side. He looked at Grissom who had a confused look on his face.
"What?" Doc Robbins asked.
"This woman was found tied to a sex swing."
"It wasn't the Swinger 3000 was it?"
Grissom stared perplexedly at Doc Robbins. It seemed like everyone knew what a sex swing was but him. At this point, he didn't even want to know. Doc Robbins ignored Grissom bewilderment.
"Well this woman hasn't had sex in the past 48 hours."
Grissom raised his eyebrows.
"She was tied to a sex swing, but no sex?"
"Odd isn't it?" Doc asked.
Grissom nodded.
"Thanks Doc."
"No problem." He answered as Grissom walked out of the morgue and into the hallway where he came face to face with Sara.
"Hey! Any news?" Sara said.
"Well our vic died of Asphyxia, she was posed in the sex swing and she didn't have sex 48 before the time of death."
"Well, that's a lot of news."
Just as Grissom was going to respond his cell phone rang.
"Grissom" he answered.
"We found the boyfriend." Brass said on the other line.
"Bring him in." Grissom answered.
"Oh," Grissom added.
"We'll be right there."
He hung up the phone. Sara looked at him.
"Find Nick, we have another scene."
"The boyfriend?" She asked.
"Yes," he replied.
TBC