Summary: A serial killer comes to town on the boy's night to work. Things don't go calmly for Nick or Warrick when the killer decided to not play nice.

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Breath for me

Written by: duffshel

#2

Fear filled the air. Ken almost thought he could taste it if he really tried hard enough. After finally getting rid of Heather, he had moved onto his real reason to be in Vegas. Her name was Becca. He really didn't know much else about her other than she mile long legs and soft blonde hair. She looked so pretty with the gag wrapped around her head and the tears pouring out of red-rimmed eyes.

Ken sat on the wooden chair that was placed to an equally wooden table. This hotel room was nicer than the one he had been in earlier. Becca had enough cash on her to go a little higher class. She took pride in her money and it bought her a nice place to die.

"You know, the more you cry, the more you make me want to kill you. It is something that never fails to make me want to commit murder."

The woman whimpered around her gag. Her thoughts were running over her husband and her parents. They wouldn't be able to save her. She was doomed and she knew it. This man was going to do something to her, then kill her.

Ken sat forward so that his elbows were resting on his knees. He clasped his hands together and looked towards the floor. Now that he had the woman he came for, he really didn't know what he felt like doing to her. This happened every time. He got them, then debated.

"You know Becca, my love. I really don't have this party planned out. We could really do anything before the date is over. I would ask you, but I know I will not like the answer."

There was going to be the set way of killing her and getting rid of her of course, but Ken really was debating whether he was in the mood to fuck her. He could see her long legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded away, but really didn't feel up to it. Rape was not a constant for him. If he was horny, then, well, it happened.

Becca was sniffling now. More tears escaped her eyes as she took in her kidnapper. He was not a bad looking man. Not like any bad men she had been told about growing up. This man almost had a movie star look to him. His face was handsome and his sandy blonde hair hung around his neck. It would not have been hard to see him on the runway or in a film. If he hadn't grabbed her and tied her up, Becca knew she would have started to flirt with him. Her mother always told her she had horrible taste in men.

"Hm. Well, I don't have anywhere to be anytime soon and the rental is paid through tomorrow. I suppose we could just hang out here for a little while and watch some T.V. Maybe in a few hours I will be ready for something else. We will have to see my love."

Ken stood from his chair now and walked to the bed. He lowered his weight next to Becca's. The sag caused her body to fall in his direction. Becca tried to fight against it, but ended up tipping herself right into him. Ken took the opportunity and put his arm around her shoulders. Without the ropes, they might have looked like lovers.

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Jim Brass stood like he always did. His back was straight and his arms were at his sides. The cop also had what Nick and Warrick referred to as his "happy" face on. Mouth in a straight line, eyes dark, and brow sloped down in a frown. He, of course, didn't smile or wave at the two CSI's when they arrived.

"We have a young Caucasian woman, looks to be in her early twenties. There is no signs of blood on the ground around the body. It looks as if she was just thrown into the sight and left. Phillips is almost done and you guys can do your stuff."

Warrick nodded. He could see through the bodies of the cops milling around the area. It was still early enough in Vegas that there were a few people gathered around the yellow tape to see anything that they could. It was something he would never understand. There was no glamour about a dead body and he wouldn't go hunting for them if it wasn't for his job.

Nick shifted next to him and looked over the crowd of people for himself. There weren't too many, but enough to get on his nerves. He just hoped they watched where they were walking and didn't destroy anything of value. He turned towards Warrick when he felt a tug on his vest.

"Let's get to work."

The two men walked under the tape up onto the red rubber tiles that lined the water shooters. It was a section of the park dedicated to the kids. The shooters forced water high into the air in various patterns in order to tease and soak kids much to their parents delight. The body was laying almost in the middle of the circle.

David Phillips was still kneeling next to the young woman. He was just finishing with his preliminary examination of the body on the sight. Nick could see his camera was out, laying next to his knee. David was leaning over her, keeping his body as far back as possible. It wasn't up to him to touch the body quite yet. He was just looking a few things over before Nick and Warrick began looking her over for evidence.

"So, what do we have Dave?"

Warrick's voice didn't cause any reaction from the other man. He simply kept himself bent forward. "I really don't know. Without moving her and opening her up, I really cannot see what killed her at this moment. She is a young one."

Nick lowered his eyelids slightly as he took in the girl's face. He had moved to the other side of David and the girl. Her black hair fell across her face and neck, but from her physical shape, she wasn't a grandma. With a sigh, he put his case down and pulled out his digital camera.

David stood up and out of the way as Nick got in closer to get his pictures with his markers. He turned to Warrick who was looking of the surrounding area.

"How many people have been in this area? Any vehicles?"

Brass stepped forward to take those questions, "I have only let David in the circle. As far as I know, the only tire tracks are right over here and they are not from anyone of us. They were here when I arrived on the scene."

Following Brass away from David and Nick, Warrick could see the tracks he was talking about. They were not made from large tires, but they were nicely visible in the dirt. This time it was Warrick to begin snapping some photos. He would have to get a mold made.

Nick pulled himself back a little from the girl. He had gotten plenty of pictures of how the girl was situated at the scene. Setting down his camera, he turned towards his case and popped it open. He grabbed a pair of latex gloves and pulled them on. Also from the case he grabbed a flashlight and a tweezers. There was something in her left hand that looked kind of interesting.

Carefully he reached out and took a hold of her hand. Her body was hard. She had been dead for a while. With as much care as he could muster, Nick pried her hand open a little and removed the small piece of black fabric. His head cocked to the side slightly. With a shrug, he placed it into an evidence bag and moved on. He used his right hand to brush the hair from around her face and neck. His eyes widened.

"Hey Dave. Take a look at this."

David moved closer to Nick and looked over his shoulder. The girl's face and neck were now revealed and David's mind began ticking away.

"Well, I would put good money on the cause of death being strangulation."

Nick nodded his agreement. Her neck was nothing, but dark shades of purples, blues, and blacks. There was even evidence of a little burn marks in some areas as if whatever was used to strangle her moved. Nick pushed himself to his feet and turned to the coroner once again.

"I think it is time to get her out of here. We will check in with ya later."

David nodded and waved his crew over. Nick stepped back so the three men could get her into the body bag and onto the stretcher. It didn't take them that long at all do it, maybe five minutes. They were efficient and it helped that her knees seemed to be broken. Nick couldn't help the bile from jumping in his throat at the idea. The stretcher lifted to normal height and they were off towards the lab.

Nick turned back to the place the body had been in. There were no sign of blood anywhere which fit with their immediate guess at strangling. He reached for his camera and snapped a few new pictures of the area. That was something he was always getting crap for from the others, that he took too many pictures at a scene. It paid off more than it was pointless so Nick didn't see the point in changing the behavior.

Carefully he drew the light from the flashlight across all the red rubber that was in the area. There was nothing that stood out. No footprints, no tire tracks, no blood. The dying light was not helping any though. The sun was almost done with its set and the sky was nothing more than a pretty array of pinks and purples. The cops were turning on the headlights of the cars to add light to the area. They could be so thoughtful sometimes.

Warrick on the other hand was beginning to prepare to make his mold. He never left the lab without the molding kit ready for use. This was something he was really good at and never passed up an opportunity to show how good he was at it. As he mixed the paste, he turned to look back at Nick. The Texan was walking slowing around the area, sweeping his flashlight back and forth. Deep down, he knew his friend wouldn't find anything on that rubber. He didn't say anything though.

His paste thickened nicely and he was ready to begin. He took his time and spread it out with care. There was no going back if he made a mistake at this point. Brass was watching him from off to the right. This was not the first time someone watched him to do this, and was most certainly not the last. It didn't bother him though. It gave him a witness in case someone tried to through the mold out in court.

Once the paste was in place, Warrick stood and looked further up the tire trail. They drove straight from the parking lot on the north side. The driver jumped the curve and didn't waver in his destination. Warrick rushed to get a few pictures of the trail in the dying light. He checked them on the LCD screen on the camera. They were not the best, but they showed the trail

Brass had moved off to talk with a few of the younger officers that were standing close to the yellow tape. He chose a handful of them and was giving them their instructions to watch over the activity in the park during the night and following day. It was rare a killer would come back, but Brass never took chances.

Nick shook his head to himself as he walked towards his partner. There was nothing he got from the rubber. He had even pulled two cops he knew over to see if they saw something that he may have missed. They came up empty handed as well. There was nothing. The killer didn't shed anything.

Warrick was standing over his mold still waiting for it to harden. He turned towards the distressed Nick. He smiled slightly to himself. It was just like Nick to get mad when the killer wasn't kind enough to leave any clues. They would have to hope the tire tread and the body would give them enough to get something started. Crouching down, he pushed at the paste. It didn't move. It was done. He gently peeled it away from the dirt and looked at his work. The tread was clear.

"Well, we have the tire tracks and the body. It is something at least."

Nick merely grunted in response. The molding thing was more of Warrick's expertise. He guessed he would be the one to have to deal with the black cloth he found in her hand and anything else Doc and David found on her.

The two CSI's packed up their stuff and headed back towards the black Denali. Both were running through different scenarios in the minds. It was common for the two to take totally different views of what happened, but somehow they always brought everything together and made it all fit. The both felt that was one of the main reasons Grissom let them keep working as partners as much as he did.

Neither talked during the ride back to the lab. Their night was only an hour done. There was a lot to do. The girl needed to tell them what happened to her. They both just hoped she would be willing to tell them everything she could.