Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from the TV series CSI. No matter how much I wish I did. I mean look at Warrick for example. It should be illegal for a man to look that good. J
Rating: PG-13 (for violence and mild language)
Comments: I wrote this story when I was sitting in the car waiting for my dad to come out of the store so please be nice to me I think I was a little high on chocolate too. J
Warrick had responded to the radio call about 2:00 am. God he hated graveyard shift. It was a code 212. That meant that there were two people dead and a possible homicide. But the worst thing about a code 212 was that it was very likely that the spouse was the primary suspect. The only problem with this case was that the primary suspect was one of the two DB's (dead body). He arrived on the scene at about 2:30 am He was the first CSI on the scene. That in itself was weird. Normally Grissom was on the scene before the rest of them even got the radio call. But there were tons of uniforms already there.
Warrick walked up to one of the officers that seemed to be in charge or at least knew what was going on.
"So what's the story?" He asked the man who almost jumped at the sound of Warrick's voice. But he quickly regained himself.
"Well, it appears to be a homicide. We believe that the husband shot the wife then proceeded to the bedroom where he shot himself in the head." he man said with authority.
"I tell you what. You let me do my job and I let you do yours." Warrick said completely bursting the younger officers bubble. "I figure out what happened and you go out and catch the bad guys. Capeesh?" "They had one child but no one has been able to find her." The man said looking down at his shoes which had suddenly become very interesting. "Well are we going to stand out here all night or are you going to show me the scene?" Warrick getting a little frustrated with the younger man.
"Sure right this way." He said walking up to the large three story house.
"I hope you've got a strong stomach." Said the officer as he opened the front door.
After all of his years as a CSI, Warrick didn't think that anything he saw could make him lose his lunch, but this came pretty close. There was, what he assumed to be the wife lying in a pool of blood. But that wasn't the bad part. Written in blood on the far wall was "Who got the last word this time?" and blood was spattered all around the room implying that it took several tries to actually kill her. Warrick noticed tons of pictures around the room of a little girl and the two victims. He assumed that she was the missing daughter.
They then proceeded to the bedroom where a Caucasian male was laying face up on the bed. When Warrick looked up he noticed a ton of blood spatter apparently from one point of origin.
Just when he was about to start examining the evidence he heard a door creek in the hall way.
"Officer? Are you sure that this house is cleared?" Warrick asked nervously. "It should have been." The officer said equally as worried. They both drew their weapons and proceeded into the hall. With the officer leading they slowly walked up to the hall closet door which was slightly ajar. As the officer opened the door something jumped out. The officer shot twice at it. But apparently missed.
They walked slowly with their guns pointed out in front. As they walked into the living room something in the corner caught both men's eye. As the officer turned to shoot, Warrick grabbed the barrel of the gun and pushed it away from the cowering person.
The gun went off, burning Warrick's hand. But he didn't think anything of it… at the moment. He walked over to the person in the corner. As he got closer he noticed that the persondidn't seem to be very large. He shined his flashlight up to their face. As soon as he did he recognized her. It was the missing little girl.