Chapter I
Life and Death in Las Vegas
Catherine Willows worked the scene by herself. She was waiting for back up and was rather annoyed that it had yet to arrive.
The case was a damn mess. A dead wife, a dead boyfriend, a missing husband and a traumatized ten-year old son. The boy, Sinclair Jacobs, was sitting on the couch, silently nursing a Coke.
Detective Curtis was questioning him, but to no avail, the boy just wasn't talking. Catherine felt the urge to go to him and hug him for a good long time. He could no longer see his mother's dead body, it was a room away, but the image was probably burnt into his mind. The poor little boy.
She heard the front door open and looked up. She breathed a sigh of relief. Gil had sent Sara. The brunette was pulling on booties so her boot-prints wouldn't contaminate the scene. She looked up and sent Catherine a small smile. After a few small bumps in the road - okay, more like after years of distrust and borderline hatred - the two women had become good friends.
Sara came over to her, "What's going on?" Catherine sighed, "Come on, I'll show you the primary scene." Sara sent one look over to the little boy in bloody clothes and sighed, "Sure."
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Hours later the three women, two CSIs and one CSI-turned-Detective, stood in the foyer of the home. The scene had been processed, evidence had been bagged, and names had been taken. The missing Mr. Jacobs was their main suspect. Sofia frowned, "From what I can tell, from neighbors and pictures around the house, they were separated and she had custody of their only child, Sinclair." Catherine nodded, "The vic, Lorelei Jacobs, was shot three times, once in the leg, one to the abdomen and once to the chest. We haven't found the gun." Sara looked out the door, and watched the little boy get into the back of the car. The female officers, like Sofia and Officer Helen Albertson had no problem with the boy, he was docile, cooperative and silent. When the social worker, Steve Newman, arrived, though, he had panicked.
She shook her head. "You two go on, take the evidence in, I think I'm going to stay here for a little bit longer." Two sets of blue eyes turned to her, "Why?" Sara frowned, "I'm going to process Sinclair's room." Sofia nodded and Catherine sighed, "You think there will be something in there?" Sara sighed, "I hope not."