Title: I'ts a Tragedy
Author: SinCityx
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, sadly.
Note: This was originaly 2 seperate chapters but I put them together so it wasn't so short.
Spoilers: Spoilers if you havn't watched the episoide 'Stalker' but other then that theres nothing, although it does take place in the 6th season it doesn't really mention anything.
Summary: Nick's former stalker is back, putting the graveyard shift in some danger. Snickes/GSR/Yobling
It's a Tragedy –
Chapter One - Part One
In New England the dark green on the maple trees had already turned the famous colors of a desert sunset, fiery red and golden yellow, and already were buried underneath at least a foot of white ice crystals. Every house had puffs of grey smoke escaping their chimneys. A small family of four sat around their table smiling and sharing the highs and lows of their day. Their smiles broke when the TV interrupted their favorite show, Friends. The TV reported smiled and said in a loud, yet firm voice, "Breaking news from Las Vegas Nevada. Louise what do you have for us tonight?" She said as the camera moved towards a strawberry blonde with wavy hair, hazel eyes and a slightly squared jaw.
"Thank you Jenn." She said in a voice a little too deep for her size, "Live from Las Vegas, Nigel Crane accused of murder and stalking was sentenced for life in prison without parole. Today Nigel escaped from police custody. This is an Amber alert. If you see this person, please alert police immediately. He is believed to have killed this man inside this house." Louise finished the camera moved to a picture of a white house at least a few years old, yellow tape surrounded the perimeter. "Again if you see this man, please report it to the police." A picture of Nigel Crane, dark brown hair, slight facial hair, baby face, and glasses. The camera was back at Louise who smiled and moved her head towards a black Tahoe that pulled up to the scene stopping directly at the yellow tape. A man about early 50's with pepper grey hair and a black beard stepped out of the car and moved towards the tape. Louise immediately started talking quickly moving towards the man, "And this here is Dr. Gil Grissom, CSI here in Las Vegas, Dr. Grissom what can you say about this murder? Has Nigel Crane really murdered the man in there?"
Grissom paused then spoke calmly, "I have nothing yet to say." Louise not taking no for an answer said quickly, "But you must have a hunch—" Grissom cut her off hand in the hair motioning stop and backed away a few feet.
"I don't do hunches, I only follow the evidence." He said before ducking under the yellow tape and turning the back to the camera.
Grissom walked towards the house slowly wearing black slacks and a black tee shirt, managing once again to look casual yet dressy. Stepping into the house Detective Jim Brass cut him off, "Male, Caucasian, early thirties, dark brown hair, around 5'10" 155-160 pounds." He paused frowned then continued, "Of course you already knew that its all over the news."
"The press needs to know." Was all Grissom said a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
"They could wait couldn't they? They are like little children asking questions." He stopped where the body was on the ground. David the assistant coroner shook his head and stood up.
"C.O.D. is one shot to the dead, they made quite a mess." He motioned to the little drops of blood splattered all over the room. David left the room leaving Grissom and Brass alone, Grissom spotted a gold piece of metal on the ground, and picking it up with his latex gloves he noticed it was a gun casing, he put his black field kit on the ground and opened it retrieving a white evidence bag. He felt a tap on his shoulder and looked up to see squared jaw, Caucasian, early 30's, dark brown hair, Nick Stokes. Grissom paused and glanced back at the body, "Nick." He managed to say, "Nick I don't think you should be on this case." Nick frowned, and looked at the body.
"He is doing this because of me isn't he? You can't just take me off this case Grissom, he needs to be stopped and I won't let this case get to me." Grissom just looked at him with concern, just staring hoping that he would decide to go home and stay safe, but Nick returned the stare and Grissom sighed.
"Just be careful. And remember we don't know if this is Nigel's doing." Grissom said, "Take the rest of this room, I'm heading outside." Nick nodded.
"Sara is also on her way with Greg." And with that Grissom walked out the door, and into the dark night. Nick sighed, and looked at the body. i This is my fault. /i Nick thought to himself. He opened his own field kit and took out tape and placed it on the body hoping to get some fibers off him, giving and clues to who might have done this, even though he already knew it was Nigel.
Memories of his last encounter with Nigel played through his mind has he worked.
"Nick, you know
what a nine-millimeter slug does to a skull at
close range? You
know?" Nigel said holding up the gun to Nicks face.
"Yeah." Is all Nick had said.
"Blow it right apart, right? Brains like strawberry swirled. Whipped cream, everywhere. And you." Nigel said still holding the gun to nicks skull, "You'd have to scoop that stuff up, right? Yeah, little pieces of skull and bone and brains. All in individual baggies with the victim's name on the label."
Nick shook his head of the memory, "Don't make this personal." He said out loud
Chapter 1- Part Two
"Make what personal?" a feminine voice said making Nick jump slightly, he put on his famous grin and turned around to see a brunette, shoulder length hair, dark brown eyes.
"Hey Sara." Nick said his Texas accent was noticeable and Sara smiled her gapped tooth smile.
"What's so personal Nick?" She repeated. Nick sighed giving in to her angel like smile.
"The fact that our 'Caucasian male' here is a look alike of me, hell it could be me Sara. You know what he said when he held that gun to my head? Do you Sara?" A hint of hysteria was in his voice. Sara just frowned.
"This isn't personal like you said Nick." She said, "It might not be Nigel Crane."
"That's the thing, you know its him, I know its him, and Grissom although it might not say it knows it's him." Nick closed his eyes and took a deep breath through his nose, "He was going to shoot me, I was going to be this guy on the floor here, and he is sending me a message. These things only happen to me." Sara stepped closer to Nick concern etched into her face.
"Its not only you, remember what Grissom says, 'We see people on the worst days of their lives' so your not the only one." Sara said.
"Have you ever been stalked? Have you ever been buried 4 feet under ground?" He was almost shouting, "If I don't watch my back—"
Sara stepped closer, and touched his cool cheek, she ran her finger tips gently down his nearly shaven face and whispered, "Let it go Nick." Nick looked slightly surprised by her actions but took her hand from his face and held it in his.
"Thanks." He whispered back.
"How's it going in—Sara you're here great, we could use more people." Grissom asked as he appeared right behind Sara. She immediately pulled her hand away from Nicks, and Nick grabbed the tape he was using to collect fibers, and said, "There were no loose fibers or hairs on his clothes. The murderer—whoever he is," Nick added, "Was very careful. But I did notice these small white specks, they almost look like dandruff." He handed them to Grissom, who examined them closely, "They might just be the vics." He said handing it back.
"Or they might be the murderers." Sara said pointing out what everyone was thinking, "Can you get DNA from dandruff?" She asked.
Grissom smile was angelic, "We'll find out." He said, "Now Nick finish up in here, Sara can you check out the other rooms? And I'm taking his shoes, I found a shoe print outside and I want to eliminate the victims."
They all nodded and Sara took off to the other rooms without looking back, Grissom went looking for the shoes, and Nick just stood there. He touched his face where Sara's hand was, shook his head as if waking up from a dream and went back to work.
Sara took the bedroom looking through his clothes and personal stuff, when Grissom walked in and peeked into the closet, "Jackpot." He said, Sara turned around to look at him her eyebrow arched, he explained, "Shoes." And opened the closet wider so Sara could see.
Sara smiled, then frowned, "Grissom." She said quietly so nobody else could hear, "Grissom? Do you think it's a good idea to have Nick on this case? I'm a little worried about him; I think he's taking this too personally." Grissom looked at her intently then replied.
Who wouldn't be? He said he could do this, and I trust him. If he can't he should talk to me."
I just—"Sara paused looking at the ground, "He just doesn't seem okay."
Grissom just looked at her, "Sara, I don't want you to take this case personally either." Sara looked at him puzzled, "I don't want you to take it personal if you're worried about Nick." He explained.
Sara's face reddened, "Grissom I'm not taking this personally because of Nick." She said turning back to looking through his stuff quickly. She had the feeling he saw her with Nick, she was almost sure of it. Grissom exited the room with the shoes in separate evidence bags.
A/N Yeah this is my first story I submitted here, I already posted this on Talk CSI. Anyway comments are alway appreciated!
Next Chapter Teaser:
"We should—"Sara said barely whispering, but Nick leaned closer to her and kissed her gently on the lips. His lips seemed so soft, so smooth to Sara, realizing what she was doing she pulled back, with a confused expression on her face, "Sara I'm sorry I should—"