Poison Revelations

Author: Uriel Falcon

Rating: M

Contains: Eventual CS, don't read if you don't like it. I don't need people describing how they hated it because of the couple.

VIOLENCE
NUDITY
SWEARING
COARSE LANGUAGE

Sara walked into Grissom's office with Catherine, where Warrick, Nick and Grissom were already waiting. Grissom had a few brown folders on his desk.

"Morning, ladies, nice of you to appear. Anyway, as I was saying, time to distribute the cases. Nick, you've got a solo, car theft found with evidence of a possible struggle. Warrick, you and I have a double homicide. Sara, Catherine, you have a quadruple homicide. I trust you will be able to work in a civil matter...?" Grissom questioned, handing out the cases. Catherine flashed a smile, while Sara stayed silent.

"Sure thing, Griss." Catherine replied, taking the file and following Sara into the break room. They both read through the report. 2214 Cherrygrove Lane, downtown, two young females murdered in their room, parents dead downstairs in the kitchen. Sara already felt the knot in her stomach. How did she know that this wasn't going to work out well? As they headed out the door towards the car, Catherine felt the tension already. This was going to be tough... Sara started up the car, waiting for Catherine to buckle up. They soon departed from the crime lab, towards 2214 Cherrygrove Lane.

Catherine took this time to observe the difference between Sara now and before the case. Her jaw was clenched tightly, her knuckles white. Her lips didn't hold the same shine, her eyes much more cloudy and distant. But what set Catherine off, was the air around them. Almost frozen, and there wasn't even any air conditioning. Catherine tried to ignore the frozen chill go up her spine, but to no avail as she shivered. As they began to pull up near the crime scene, Catherine already began to get that sinking feeling. They both got out of the car, and walked over to the flashing lights and yellow tape.

"What happened here?" Sara asked one of the officers. He shook his head.

"Ms. Sidle, I've seen some horrible stuff, but this tops it. Two female teens dead in the room with the side window, the parents tortured and dead on the kitchen floor. Please be wary of the amount of blood, you could slip. Coroner's already in there, checking it out." The officer explained. Sara nodded, and walked forward, clicking on her flashlight and watching the ground. No apparent footprints or fibres on the grass or stone pathway. She also examined the front door... It hadn't been forced open, and apparently was closed tight before the authorities were called. No prints, no tear off material. The front door was not used, there was no way. Catherine walked into the home, and immediately gasped. Sara joined in behind her, towering at least a head above.

The kitchen was a mess. The male was mutilated so badly that it was hard to identify where an ear was or if it was just skin shredding off. His clothes were cut, with 4 different kitchen utensils sticking out of his chest; a fork, a large serrated knife, what appeared to be a salad prong and a large spoon. A very horrible way to go. The woman's head was decapitated and sitting on her chest, a turkey baster in her mouth. Other than that, it appeared there was no other torture. Beside her was a bloody cheese grater. They snapped pictures at many angles, coming around the bodies for fibres. There were none, unfortunately, as only the Luminol had any effect on the crime scene at all. Sara began on the stairs, only generating a half footprint going up the stairs in the plush carpet. She retrieved some clay specks from the carpet.

Catherine was working the living room, but it appeared that there was nothing involved with the living room. She walked back to where Sara was, but soon realized that Sara was already upstairs. She was standing in front of a bedroom door, a stunned look on her face. Now it was Catherine's turn to come up behind Sara, stunned at what she was seeing. The coroner was leaning over a 16 year old girl, who was torn to shreds, stabbed, a bullet through her chest. Over beside the low bed was another girl, pulled out from a crawlspace beneath the bed, a single shot to the head, with no other injuries. Catherine could feel the air around her boil, but when she stepped closer to Sara, felt everything freeze.

"What's the scoop, Robbins?" Sara asked. Catherine felt another shiver flow down her spine, Sara's heavily controlled voice breaking the air. Doctor Robins sighed.

"No postmortem injuries, all before death. The cause of death was the bullet through her head. It seemed that she was defending the other girl. Other female, single shot to the head, no other injuries. I'll tell you more once I get the bodies to the morgue. Officer, please assist me." Catherine and Sara stepped out of the way as the bodies were moved downstairs. The photographs had already been taken, but Sara insisted on clicking photo's of every angle. She began speaking aloud.

"Other than the gunshots, there seems to be less blood around the first female victim. I think most of her lesser injuries were done somewhere else. She was definitely trying to protect victim two. Looks like the first victim was hiding in the crawlspace, so the attacker must be taller, probably an older teen or adult male. For some reason, I don't think victim 2 was ever supposed to be here..." Sara spoke, almost like a documentary on the death. Catherine began combing the hardwood floor for any evidence, finding a lot of male hair samples.

"Heavy trace evidence... crime of passion without thought process." Catherine stated, bagging the trace evidence. Sara continued to snap pictures, focusing on the constricting space of the bed and the open window. Catherine dusted the floor, finding a large shoe print. " Definitely male." She added.

"I'll dust the window sill, I think that's how he gained entry." Sara walked over to the window sill, and began dusting with the Red Creeper dust. Catherine began processing the desk, finding a few things moved. There was blood soaking all over a belt and a knife blade. There was also a suspicious blood splatter on the chair. She swabbed and took all of the information down. She looked over to where Sara was taking at least 20 different finger prints, labeling and bagging.

"This was where he gained entry, but it's all where the second victim did. I've already swabbed the blood. Although we are at the scene of a murder, this is a secondary crime scene. I figure there are footprints below the window, probably skidding run marks, too. Could you go and check those, please? I need to check something out here..." Sara mumbled, kneeling down in front of the crawlspace again. Catherine nodded, though she didn't quite understand what exactly Sara was doing. Probably going into her anger phase again. Such a great soul, has such a streak of anger. Or is it depression? Catherine thought as she descended the stairs.

Just as Sara had predicted, there were track marks, and large footprints along with smaller ones. Definitely a running scene. Catherine began processing, and managed to pull a full print from the adult. Just as she was finishing up, Sara came down, flashing her light on the wall under the sill. Sure enough, there was a blood mark, that looked like it came from a foot.

"She tried to warn her friend... Or go to her for help. She was too short to just jump up, so she had to use some leverage... Tried to make some noise, parents didn't hear because the T.V was too loud, as she always complained. Friend told her to hide in the crawlspace, she listened and did as she was told. Watched as her friend was slaughtered trying to protect her... Stayed there out of fear as the attacker went downstairs and massacred her parents... I suspect he came back up to get her approval... She didn't want him to do this, so he killed her in rage. Then he ran." Sara hypothesized, her eyes closed as she went through her idea. As she did, Catherine felt a chill through her spine once again.

"A noble death for one, a violent for the others and a tearful for the last... How did you come up with this, Sara?" Catherine placed her question carefully, placing a hand on Sara's shoulder. She could feel Sara's skin crawl awkwardly. Sara lifted up a bagged book.

"Her diary spoke of an older teen who loved her and wanted to take her away from her parents, apparently very controlling and abusive. He was so in love with her that he killed everyone around her. The only one who had any sense was the friend, and look what happened to her." Sara shook her head after her words, and looked down at the ground. Catherine was confused. How had she attained so much information so quickly? She was such an efficient worker, but yet it still was hard to believe.

"So, should we check the other rooms?" Catherine asked, clearing the heavy air. Sara nodded.

"Yes, but not for blood evidence. For items... Belts, slippers, anything that can be used to hit. Disciplinary things. I'm going to try to get a warrant for the bed." Sara instructed, though she was under Catherine in rank. Catherine simply nodded again, and followed through with Sara's strange but plausible requests. What she found disturbed her to no end. Exactly what she was told to find, she found.

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