Curveballs and Truths
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or any of the characters. I am just borrowing them. I promise to give them back, fully intact. I do, however, lay claim to the original characters in this story. I do not intend to make any profits from this story so please do not sue.
A.N.: I apologize if it's slow in the first few chapters. I promise to pick up the speed. Happy reading!
Libby Porter sat in the Silver Chevy Malibu. She was parked outside of a magnificent grey and glass building in downtown Las Vegas. It was the Las Vegas Police Department.
"Oh yeah, Porter. Remind me again why you wanted to come to Vegas." She thought.
"Because dumbshit. You needed a change of pace." She answered herself.
It was true. After spending nearly six years with the Minneapolis Bureau of Criminal Apprehension, she desperately needed a change. It wasn't that she didn't like it. In fact, she loved it. It was in her hometown. It was a job she loved but…
There were always "buts" in her life. The truth was it had gotten monotonous. She would get a case and have it solved by the end of her shift. She was the number one CSI in Minnesota. It was something that she was quite proud of.
But, life threw her a curveball. It was the biggest case of the year and she was unable to do anything towards the case. Her supervisor, Paul O' Brian said she'd be too personally involved and it would cloud her judgment.
In actuality, he had been right but it still pissed her off. It was the breaking point. It was the one case that made her take this job in Vegas…for many reasons.
Elizabeth Jane Porter was born on September 24th, 1970, in Minneapolis, Minnesota. She was the younger of two girls. Her parents, Marilyn and Roy, lived in a modest house on the south side, not far from Minnehaha Falls.
It was a happy existence for the Porter family. Marilyn was an assistant district attorney in Hennepin County. Roy was a cop. They had always pushed their daughters to be the best they could be and Elizabeth, and her sister Kylie, made them proud.
Both daughters were class valedictorians for Minneapolis South. Kylie graduated magna cum laude from College of St. Catherine's in the nursing program and Elizabeth graduated with the same honors from the University of Minnesota. She held a degree in Criminology and Forensic Science.
After graduation, Kylie, who was three years older than Elizabeth, moved to Tennessee to work at St. Jude's Children's Hospital while Elizabeth stayed home to be close to her parents and took a job with the BCA as a Crime Scene Investigator.
The girls looked every bit like their mother. They had the same honey blonde hair, porcelain skin and finely chiseled features only differing in eye color. Kylie had their mothers brown eyes while Elizabeth had. There were, of course, differences. Kylie had been the dramatic one…she was the thespian. Libby, as she preferred to be called, was the athlete. She was a hoops star for Minneapolis South and later the U of M.
But with all the success the girls had in their lives. Nothing compared to the tragic loss that they would be dealt in the prime of their respected careers…the murder of their parents and the shocking revelation that occurred because of it.