Another chapter and still Gareths POV.

Disclaimers: You still know the drill... See chapter 1 please.

Chp. 13.

Some hours later I'm sitting on the hood of Gils work car, as I observe the ruckus going on around me. Right ahead of me there's a house, illuminated in spotlight, in where various cops, paramedics, and crime scene investigators come and goes. To my right there are a lot of squat cars sitting with the top light on. Amongst all theses vehicles, there's the one belonging to the coroner's office. I saw David, Al's assistant, pulling up earlier to retrieve the body, or bodies, as the case could be here. To my left there's a gathered crowd, who's nosey as to see what's going on. I can't help but wonder if they have nothing more interesting to do, than to be in the way, and obstructing the work of the law enforcement. I know how I'll feel if anyone is in the way when I have to do my job. And my job is nowhere near a job, where people can gather up so close, since that'll be very dangerous.

Yes I'm at a crime scene with a special badge hanging around my neck. On said badge, there's a picture of me, my name is also there, and it all shows that I'm actually allowed to be there, since I'm of course a civilian. Archie took the picture swiftly, when Sara and I arrived to the lab, and then the badge was done in the matter of minutes, since Gil had done some pre-preparations, so it had gone swift. The quickness had been good, since not long after being handed the badge, also to be used when inside the lab, the night shift had been called out. So that leads me to sit here on the hood, being told to stay put, as my sister, Gil, and Greg processes the house from top to bottom.

At some point, David excites the house, pulling a stretcher at his side. On top of that, there's a body bag, closed up good, with the distinct outlining of a body in it. Male, female, I don't know, but the knowledge of being so near a anyone dead, gives me the chills for a minute. Once the body is loaded into the car, David hops in and makes his way back to the lab. Jim comes out too, closes his notebook, and stuffs it into his chest pocket. Then the homicide detective makes a beeline for me. We small talk some, and then Sara emerges from the house, pulling off some latex gloves, digs out a bag, which I'm guessing is an zip lock evidence bag, out of the breast pocket of her CSI issued vest, and dumps them inside, and then makes her way over to us, while zipping the bag closed. Once she has reached us, she brings out a pen, and then scribbles something on it. I can't help but craning my neck, trying to see what she scribbles. She looks up and catches my attempts of see what she's writing.

"I'm writing my name on this bag so it can be cataloged properly." She says and holds up the bag for me to see. "This crime scene demands that all evidence gets bagged, and so that also means our gloves, since there can be invisible evidence on them." She explains to me. "It has to be cataloged properly, so no evidence disappears somehow."

"Ah!" I say. "I can see the point in that."

"You bored" She asks me as she puts her pen away again, and stuffs the evidence bag into the breast pocket, of where it came from, again for safe keeping.

"No." I say. "There's a lot going on here to look at."

Both Gil and Greg steps out of the house, and Gil calls both Sara and Jim over. They form a tiny circle as they conference, and after a while I see Sara head back into the house, Jim makes a beeline for a uniformed cop and Greg walks to the backside of the house. Gil stays put in the open doorway. Sara comes back out a few minutes later, carrying her kit in one hand, and a handful of filled evidence bags in the other. Her and Gil talks some more, appearing to be the pictures of perfect work decorum, now they're at a crime scene, but I can see the glimpse they each wear in their eyes for each other, and one only apparent to those who are let in on their secret. He put a hand lightly on her forearm, as they briefly lock eyes. They then break loose from one another, Gil heads back inside the house and my sister comes back to me, reaching me as a young uniformed cop approaches us.

"CSI Sidle?" The cop says.

"Yes Officer." She answers him.

"I'm Officer Wallace. Detective Brass asked me to bring you and your guest back to the crime lab." He says.

"Thanks Officer Wallace." Sara says as she locks eyes with Jim, who is standing a bit away, and gives him a smile for thanks.

"My squad car is right over here, so if you'll please follow me Ma'am, Mr." Officer Wallace says as I hop off of the hood, and we follow him to his car. He pops open the trunk and Sara loads her kit and the evidence bags inside and closes it again. Officer Wallace waits until Sara has slid into the passenger seat, and I'm in the back, until he himself gets inside. We all buckle up and then we're on our way. The trip is quiet, and I suspect that my sister is already mulling over the evidence, loaded safely into the trunk. Soon we arrive back to the lab.

"Do you need any help, Ma'am?" Officer Wallace asks as Sara takes her stuff out of the trunk.

"No thank you, Officer." Sara slams the trunk shut. "I can handle it. You just get back to the crime scene again."

"Okay Ma'am." The Officer says.

"Oh and thanks for the ride." Sara says.

"Not a problem." Officer Wallace says as he opens the door at the driver's side. "Have a good shift Ma'am."

"You too." Sara says and the Officer is off again.

We makes our way to the locker room for Sara to store away her kit, before we take the labs, one at a time, to drop off the evidence bags to the right lab techs. We then head for the break room for a cup of coffee, and a well-earned break. Well, at least for Sara, since I've just been sitting there, doing absolutely nothing, but observe the actions going on around me.

"So is this how it goes on, every time you process a crime scene?" I ask her as we're sitting down.

"For the most part." She says. "Sometimes it seems like all the bad guys, and gals, have left town, so we have nothing to do. Other times it seems like that every bad guy, and gal, have decided to go on a crime spree, so we have to work double or triple shifts, just to be somewhat on the top of things. These days we don't even have time, to just sit and enjoy a cup of coffee, since it's crazy around here. But it's all worth it, since we get to solve who did it? Why they did it? Where they did it? When they did it? All solemnly based on our evidence. It's a pretty good feeling, once we accomplish nailing the bad guy or gal." She smiles after the last comment.

I bet it's a pretty good feeling. Albeit I haven't seen the inside of a house, where a crime has been committed, it can't look that pretty. Once again I find myself in awe of my sister and her friends. They see stuff everyday that almost all people wouldn't be able to handle seeing. I mean my sister and her friends, is exposed to the most horrible frightening scenes every day. They see what horrendous things people are capable of doing. And still they can go out to eat right after that. I've seen pictures, of crime scenes, of dead people, hanging around in the different labs, and those were enough to make me queasy, and quickly look away again, once my eyes accidentally fall onto them. I'm brought out of my thoughts by a jarring sound coming from Sara's pager. She removes it from the clip on her hip, reads the message, and looks at me.

"It's from Al." She informs me. "I have to go see what he wants. Just make yourself to home, and your welcome to go rest in Gils office. I don't know how long I'll be gone."

"Okay." I say as Sara gets up and leaves me to my own.

Noticed the hugelack of Sofia action hereanyone?
Explaination: I have yet to watch the episode, that have lead people who has seen it, spork Sofia in the not so gentle way. And I shouldn't go ahead and spork her myself, before I know the real facts here. But as the trusted Geek Love supporter that I am, I can't help already disliking her, only based on other Geek Love supporters words. But I guess that's just how we are. Right? We're only protecting the GSR at somehowall costs. Right?In the matter of facts, I already resented her a bit, as she joined the team in the first place.

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