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What's Golden

Chapter 3

Miniskirt Police

Well it turns out our body on the floor had a girlfriend. And the girlfriends ex had his prints on the murder weapon. How this relates to Sam in a skirt I'm not quite sure. Flack hauled him in, Alex Mason and had been grilling him for two and a half hours. Alex hadn't said a word. The case breaker, epithelials under the vic's nails (Id'ed as Eric Green) were still unknown. At this point Alex had been claiming that he had touched the knife (After all it was his ex girlfriends apartment) (his words not mine) but he didn't kill the vic.

Sam had viewed the interrogation from behind the glass for a while, spoken with Flack, disappeared for ten minutes. When she returned her charcoal trousers had been replaced with a skirt of the same shade and finished about an inch above her knees. Her flat boots had been swapped for smart court heels and black tights. She sashayed into the room, Flack close behind, he pulled he chair out before retreating to a corner. She focused on Alex whose full attention she commanded and in seconds had a swab of his DNA.

It wasn't until I caught her back at the lab jogging down the stairs from my office I heard the news.

"We've got a match, the epithelials I mean. Showed him the results and he confessed to the murder. He justified it by saying 'He wasn't good enough for her' and 'No-one touches my girl'."

"Good" I need coffee I need coffee.

"The reports all done, just need to sign, I've gonna head off now if that's okay"

"Sure"

"See ya tomorrow Mac"

I couldn't be bothered to say more than necessary. I could see the appreciative looks she was getting from Danny and several of the lab techs as she left the lab. No wonder she got the swab so easily.

By the time I had my coffee had checked over the folder to find that everything was in order, realized that I had nothing left to do but sign I was slightly disappointed as I liked to solve the cases. Feel the big shot. I grabbed a cold case file and read it over again looking for a lead.

It was relatively early when Stella and her bouncy head of curls poked her head in my office.

"Evening Mac"

"Stella"

"So I hear the new girl solved her first case"

"Yeah"

"One of the swing lab techs just made fifty bucks from the pool. I was only six hours out as well"

"That's unlucky" I just wanted the quiet back

"She also seems to have more going for her than just experience"

"How so"

Stella tossed a smooth sheet on top of the case file. There was a photo of Sam walking towards a door in her miniskirt with the headline 'Dr Miniskirt solves her first case and looks great doing it'. There was a little block of writing as well detailing how she got the 'crucial' swab with a complimentary remark about the investigators legs plus congrats to the pool winner.

"I doubt she'll live that down anytime soon" Stella chuckled. I could see where this was going "And she also goes home when shift ends" her smile faded and her expression became serious.

"These cases won't solve themselves" I mumbled

"You can't solve cases if you keep driving yourself into the ground"

"I'll be fine" Fine? Fine that's what I keep telling myself. What is the exact definition of fine?

"You won't, you're not, go home and get some rest"

I knew where this was going so I grabbed the 'Dr Miniskirt' article shoved it in the case file and made to leave.

As I moved past Stella she grabbed the folder out the crook of my arm. Across the lab down into the car park she followed me. She watched me get into my car strap in, start the engine and pull out. No matter, I had another case file at home.

I rescued my neighbour and child minder from Jonathan. Apparently just because I say he can't have coffee doesn't mean he listens. Charlene god bless her however is very understanding, her daughter, a little older than Jonathan has a thing for chewable vitamins.

I scold Jonathan and threaten to raise the age he can start drinking coffee to fourteen. Seems he may listen for a time. Doesn't mean I still won't keep a steaming mug either in my grasp or on the top shelf on the kitchen cupboard.

Before I left CSI I had changed back into my comfy trousers folded the skirt up and put it back in my locker. Case solved. Not bad for two days work. Over dinner Jonathan told me with a child's exuberance about sports class and everything else he did that day.

I needed an early night. I went up just before ten, Jonathan being tucked up by half eight. There were still chores to do but I just couldn't be bothered. The upside was I didn't need an alarm clock Jonathan would throw himself on the bed at around seven telling me to get up.

When I sat in the break room this morning tossing away the cold coffee and brewing a fresh pot there were several posters all detailing the same thing: 'Dr Miniskirt'. I could see Danny laughing with one of the techs over the article I assume. I guess it was funny. Heck I think the lab techs were starting a pool on how long it would take for Sam to blow up at someone over this.

Mac came looking worse than he did yesterday. He handed me an assignment told me to grab Sam and was out. I looked down and found my Styrofoam cup of coffee gone. Mac turned a corner heading away from the break room with my cup. Sam came my way a few minutes later.

"What we got?"

"Robbery"

"Let's go"

I thought either she hadn't seen the poster or was taking it very well. Until passing a lab tech

"Hi"

"Say it and I remove something important" I saw the glare she gave the tech

"Dr Kenson"

"Hello to you"She gavecurt satisfied smile, the tech smiled nervously back and several others exchanged glances and a fistful of bills changed hands.

"Nicely handled"

"Thanks Aidan"

It was silent until we got into the car

"So what's the deal with Mac?"

I paused a moment how do you answer something like this?

"Never got over the death of his wife" That was all we could say. He barely says anything unless its work related.

"Oh" She looked downcast for a moment, almost sad. Like she was thinking about something a long time ago.

"Come on this scene won't process itself."

Sam smiled before getting out. Somehow I think she will fit in just fine.