Someone To Watch Over Me
By: Golden Buffy
Summary: There is something evil within the city of Las Vegas and its only a matter of time before it catches up to certain CSI agent.
Disclaimer: I don't own them only borrowed them, so don't sue.
Rating: PG-13
Chapter One: The Calling
The house was taped and cornered off as uniformed officers cased the scene. Police vehicles were parked all along the suburban street, accompanied by the medical examiners van. On lookers stared with concern and wonderment written all over their faces. Some whispered amongst themselves, "Not in our neighborhood", "Poor dear.", "What could have happened.", While others looked on, slacked jawed.
The Crime Scene Unit arrived, pulling up towards the curb in front of the demure house. Warrick and Sara exited the vehicle. Walking around back, he opened the back of the SUV; retrieving his case also handing the brunette hers.
Accepting the aluminum case Sara placed her sunglasses on her face then walked towards Brass, with Warrick close behind.
Jim turned to greet the two, brining them up to speed as to what awaited the CSI inside.
"We got one female, upstairs in the master bed room. Looks like she's been there for a few days. House is in slight disarray, but you'll see once you get in there."
The two CSI walked along the stony path leading to the house, ducking under the "crime scene" tape in the process. The sun was high in the sky as it beat down on their fabric covered backs.
"Were do you wanna start?" Sara asked Warrick as they stepped into the air conditioned living room.
"I'll take the body, you can process down here," he finished slipping on his latex gloves.
Warrick entered the master bed room, the victim laid tied to her bed. Bound by the wrists and ankles, her eyes taking on that all to familiar dead appearance. Her mouth was gaged with a red and white bandanna, and from the looks of it, it appeared as if she had been tortured. With a whistle Warrick started processing the scene.
Dr. Robbins had just finished up his autopsy on the woman from the house, when Sara walked into the mourge.
"So what do you have for me?"
"I have quite a lot," he said walking over to the sink washing his hands. Drying them he tossed the used paper towel into the garbage bin, then turned to face Sara.
"Didn't know exactly what I was looking for until I opened her up, then that's when the cause of death became apparent."
Sara crossed her arms and walked over to the now clean body.
"Well we have a name, Samantha Smart, 26, lived alone, no children. Was the type to keep to herself, didn't friend up to the neighbors that much."
"Well that explains how he was able to do so much trauma without getting found out."
He joined her standing over the body.
" Time of death was three days ago. Can't get an approximate time, but I'm guessing around 3 am. He took his time with this one, tied her up, tortured her with a surgical staple. She bleed out, but was alive long enough for them to clot and start the healing process," He pointed to the deep gashes along her chest.
Sara stared at the woman, taking in her battered form.
"He left the face untouched. What kind of mind does a thing like that?"
A few moments passed before them, both pondering Sara's uttered statement before Al continued.
"Once she started to heal he comes back, administered more body mutilating cuts, then assaults her anally."
"You get trace for the object?" She questioned wrinkling her brow.
"Yes, already headed to the lab. Also found some sticky, black substance in the canal, not sure what it was, so that's been sent as well. She was also assaulted vaginally too, before being raped. I suspect with the same object. I found no trace of semen, obviously the man was thorough. He made her shower and douche before he killed her."
"So the cause of death was dramatic blood lose?"
"No, after opening her up I found her heart was missing. And from the size and shape of the left and right ventricles she was still very much alive."
"Oh god."
"My sentiments exactly. We got one sick Joe on our hands."
"You paged me," Warrick said stepping into the lab.
Mia turned from the computer greeting him with a smile. "Yeah, I did. Got trace back from your vic."
She got up heading over to her desk, retrieving the papers she handed them to him. Warrick scanned over the lab results, his features marked by a question.
"Whoa. You're telling me he put honey, dog saliva, and black food coloring in her?"
Yup, the results, they don't lie."
"So that's all we know, that she was raped, tortured, and killed by heart extraction." Sara finished huffily.
Warrick sat back in the chair in the lunge running his hand over his face, replaying the crime scene in his head.
"Don't for get the honey!" He mumbled from behind his hand.
"Man I'm glad Gris didn't give this case to me," Nick commented smiling. "You all got one sick son of a bitch on your hands," he continued.
An un-lady like snort erupted from Sara's throat, "Please, it's not like we haven't been up against worst. We'll get him, we always do."
The guy didn't leave one finger print behind, he washes the body, not even a single fiber from his clothes." Warrick supplied.
Grissom walked into the break room glancing over the three forms sitting drinking coffee.
"Hate to rain on your parade but we've got another one."
tbc...
A/N Feed back? Of course, love it, thrive off of it. And it lets me know what you think.