Disclaimer: Nope, I still don't own CSI or its characters. If I did, Sofia wouldn't exist.
Rated: T (For language and some violence later...hint hint)
A/N: I apologize in advance for the length of this chapter and for its rather boring content. I just needed to throw this outthere to set some stuff up for later on. There will be good stuff soon, I promise. I just want to say that in this story I'll be talking about these two college baseball teams and their coaches. I radomly picked them and made up some names. I know nothing about these teams or these people. And finally, thank you sooooo much for the reviews! It made my day. I can't believe people are actually reading this and not hating it. Thanks again, and keep on reviewing!
Chapter 2
"So what do we know as of right now?" In the break room Catherine poured herself a cup of coffee where she and the boys were discussing the baseball case.
"Okay," Warrick started, "College World Series, California Conference, Game 7. USC Trojans versus UNLV Rebels. The series is tied at three games each; the winner of game 7 would have been the champions, but the game was called on a count of two dead bodies."
Nick jumped in with a mouthful of his apple. "Top of the 8th, game is tied, no men on. The Vegas Rebels are at bat. The batter is hit by a pitch, square on the head. Nothing too unusual…"
"Until the same thing happens to the next batter and he charges the mound," Catherine interrupted.
"No, no, that happens all the time in baseball," Nick retorted. "In a few seconds, both benches were cleared and both teams were in a total brawl."
"But what was unusual was that after the brawl cleared, two Trojan players were dead, and might I add that they were the best on the team?" Greg was quite content with his observation.
"Right Greg," Catherine put down her coffee in order to really get into their conversation. "The star pitcher, Mike Mitchell and the cleanup batter, Kyle Murphy. What was also unusual was that their coach told us that both Mike and Kyle were complaining of lightheadedness throughout the game."
"That could explain why he couldn't find the strike zone," Warrick chimed in.
Catherine continued, "Coincidence? I think not. This is definitely foul play."
Greg cleared his throat before he spoke. "Well Catherine, all we definitely know is that two kids are dead. We'll just have to follow the evidence."
There was brief silence in the room until Catherine smirked and turned back to Greg. "I think you've been spending way too much time with Grissom, but you're right. Speaking of Grissom, where is he? He said Doc Robbins found some good stuff in the preliminary autopsies."
Nick smiled, "Well Sara's not here either. Ten bucks says you'll find them together."
The four CSIs threw their money down on the table, and Catherine left to find the geeks. As she turned the corner she heard a loud slam, and soon saw that hurricane Sara had just raged through Grissom's office. Immediately, Catherine recognized that this was not the normal, pissed off, PMS-ing, overly emotional Sara, but a Sara who looked like she just had heart ripped out and stomped on and was fighting back the tears that were filling her fiery eyes.
Sara stormed past her without acknowledging her and headed straight for the parking lot.
"Hey! Shift not over just yet!" She called out after her. Sara didn't even turn around, and opened the doors to the parking lot.
Heart ripped out and stomped on... She repeated her thoughts to herself.
Oh God…GRISSOM!
To be continued...
A/N: Boring, I know. Sorry!