Title: Phantom of the Crime Lab
Author: CadaverBlue
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Phantom of the Opera meets CSI. Sara is a bright new addition to the Las Vegas Crime Lab. Her skills has an investigator are improving no thanks to a certain, Angel of Forensics. GSR in a sick twisted sort of way.
Spoilers: Well if you haven't seen the movie, or read the book, or seen the play then this is pretty much one big spoiler in a pretty little wrapper.
Disclaimer: Characters and some quotes from movie/play/book of Phantom of the Opera. I don't anything.
A/N: First off, thanks so much to Gina for spawning my crazed POTO phanship and for her wonderful help on this story. Second, if you haven't seen, read or know anything about Phantom of the Opera I suggest you stop reading now. Unless of course you enjoying being really confused or entertained. In that case ENJOY! Italics indicate singing. Reviews make an author go WEE!!! Oh by the way, I am insane.
The Las Vegas Crime lab was a bustle of activity between sunrise and sun set. But once the sun went down the crime lab became a dark, quiet destination. Its hallway traffic reduced to a crawl and its light dimmed to the smallest decimal. What roamed the halls no one would speak about. The spirit that sent shivers, down the back of the toughest detectives. The Phantom of the Crime Lab.
"The ghost! The ghost!" screamed M. Nick running into the break room. M. Warrick and Cathlotta sat opposite each other and stared at Nick with concern.
"Its impossible. He don't show his ghastly face in ages." Cathlotta said, laughing and mumbling in Italian.
"But I swear it was him, I saw him in the layout room!"
"But that is the most well lit room in the entire lab!" M. Warrick said.
"Ah yes, you are correct M. Warrick but I had just reached the room and the light had been dimmed, there were an abundance of hiding spots in the shadow of the darkness."
"We must go see for ourselves!" Cathlotta said, jumping up from her seat. M. Warrick followed Cathlotta and M. Nick down the hall to the layout room. The dark hallway lit only by the dim glow of the computer screens in the room adjoining the break room. They walked into the dark layout room and M. Nick felt around for the switch. He flicked on the light and all three gasped at the sight.
"It is Conrad Eckley!" Cathlotta exclaimed, reaching out for the doorpost to support her.
"He is dead." M. Warrick said, staring at the mangled body of Conrad Eckley.
"It was the Laboratory Ghost!" M Nick exclaimed frantically.
"Oh you mustn't scream. For the ghost shall hear you and come for our heads." Cathlotta said.
"Oh you are being irrational my dear." M. Warrick said, "We must investigate this man's death."
"And bring his murderer to justice." Nick added.
Across the hall, Vicomte Greg de Changny, who worked in the DNA lab, was staring at Sara. Greg's memories of her and her father's stories were faint in his mind but oh how he loved her.
"Can it be?" He mumbled to himself, "Can it be Sara?"
He watched her fluid movements handling the evidence. The way she handled the cotton swab, brushing it against the glass gathering the epithelial from it. Oh how she tweezed the hair from the clothes with such precision. He wondered how her sudden transformation from CSI 1 to CSI 3 had been hindered so quickly. She had gone from a fumbling scientist to an excellent investigator over night. His thought broke when she gathered up her evidence in one fluid motion and walked out of the room. Determined to talk to her, Gregoul followed her, mimicking her every move. He saw her walk into the evidence room and close the door.
"Sara where is your evidence?" He said, smiling.
"Monsieur," She whispered.
"Mademoiselle," he responded, picking up her hand and pressing a fervent kiss on her hand, "I would hope that you still had it for I was fourteen and soaked to the bone."
Sara shot him a blank stare and raised a brown eyebrow, she laughed.
"Because you had to run into the sea to fetch my evidence! Oh Gregoul it is you!"
She threw her arms out to him and they swept each other into a hug. She draws back and looks at Gregoul, smiling.
"Little CSI, let her mind work…" He started to sing."You remember that too!" Sara exclaimed.
"Little CSI thought: Am I fonder of swabs…" he continued.
"…Or of fingerprints…or luminol." Sara sang, joining in.
"…Or of ballistics…or toxicology."
"Those picnics in the morgue…or of Y-incisions." Gregoul sang.
"Father playing dead…" Sara sings.
"As we read each other our Forensic journals."
"No what I love best, Little CSI said, is when I'm asleep in my bed, and the Angel of Forensics whispers chemical equations in my head." Sara sang.
"The Angel of Forensics, whispers chemical equations in my head." Gregoul repeated.
"Father said, 'When I am in heaven, child, I will send the Angel of Forensics to you. Well, father is dead Gregoul, and I have been visited by the Angel of Forensics." Sara said, glancing down from Gregoul's stare to the ground.
"No doubt of it. Now we go to supper." Gregoul exclaimed.
"No, Gregoul, the Angel of Forensics is very strict."
"I shant keep you late!" He exclaimed
"No, Gregoul…"
"You must change, I shall fetch my hat. Two minutes Little CSI."
"Gregoul!" Sara cried after him. But it was too late. He was already out the door. Sara sighed.
"Things have changed Gregoul." She whispered, walking into the hallway towards the bathroom.
She walked into the bathroom and towards the sink, gripping the sink. She turned on the cold water and splashed some on her face. A deep voice came from behind the bathroom mirror and she glanced up in excitement. The Angel of Forensics sings to Sara.
"Insolent boy!"
"This slave of Vegas. Basking in your cases."
"Ignorant fool!"
"This brave young lab rat. Sharing in my triumph!"
"Angel! I hear you. Speak! I listen…" Sara sings, spellbound.
"Stay by my side, guide me."
"Angel, my mind was weak, forgive me . . ."
"Enter at last, Master!"
"Flattering child, you shall know me, see why in shadow I hide!"
"Look at your face in the mirror, I am there inside!"
Sara gasps when the Phantoms' face appears in the mirror. She grows more excited and sings out to the Phantom.
"Angel of Forensics! Gather and solve master. Grant me a solved case!
"Angel of Forensics! Hide no longer! Come to me, strange angel..."
"I am your Angel to me, Angel of Forensics."
Sara reaches towards the light of the mirror, its brightness warming her. She is oblivious to the pounding at the door by the returned Gregoul. He reaches for the door handle and struggles to open it, it is locked.
"Whose is that voice?" He yells through the door.
"Who is that in there?"
The mirror opens and the Phantom reaches out for Sara. He grabs her firmly on her wrist and his cold touch makes her gasp.
"I am your Angel of Forensics, come to me Angel of Forensics."
Sara follows the Phantom into the mirror, which closes behind her. The bathroom door unlocks and swings open, sending Gregoul flying in. He straightens up and looks around. The room now empty.
TBC