Magic Bullets by TonksIsMyHero
Summary: Greg is both witness and investigator to a shooting where the evidence just doesn't make sense.
Spoilers: Minimal, slight "Fannysmackin'" spoilers
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with "CSI" and I bow down to those who do.
Pairing: All canon
Notes: I wrote this as though it's an actual episode...it's supposed to read like a transcript.
(The same parking lot. Ambulances have taken away LEAH MADDOX along with another man who was shot, more severly than she was. Still at the scene are many EMTs who are attending to the various scrapes, cuts, and other injuries caused by the chaos. GREG is talking with SARA, who is taking notes on what he saw and heard.)
SARA: Five shots?
GREG: Yes. No...six.
SARA: Six. You're sure?
GREG: Yes.
SARA: Do you know where they were coming from? If there was more than one assailant?
GREG: I have no idea. I was just trying to go to my car and go home. I mean...it's supposed to be my day off, and I was just going to veg in front of the TV, and now...
SARA: I know. Look, if you want to go home and get some rest, I think we can handle it here.
GREG: No way. I'm too jittery to sleep.
SARA: Then you're probably too jittery to process.
GREG: Processing will mellow me out.
SARA: I tell you what. How about you head on over to the hospital and see what you can find out from the two who made it?
GREG: You got it.
SARA: Drive safe.
GREG: I always do.
(GREG gets into his car and drives off. SARA joins NICK, who is processing the dead woman.)
NICK: Her name is Georgia Saravan. She's forty years old and it looks like she's got two kids. No wedding ring, so probably divorced. Took one shot to the head and one to the side. She didn't feel much for long.
SARA: Good.
(NICK looks at the picture of GEORGIA SARAVAN with her children from her wallet and sighs.)
NICK: Cute kids. They look to be, what, like ten and eight, maybe?
SARA: Something like that.
NICK: I'll get on contacting them. But check this out...
(NICK opens the wallet further and reveals a number of credit cards, plus a huge wad of cash that most single mothers with knockoff purses wouldn't be carrying.)
SARA: Woah.
NICK: Yeah.
SARA: You thinking gambler?
NICK: I don't know what I'm thinking, but I am curious how she got all this.
SARA: What did she do for a living?
NICK: High school teacher.
SARA: Teachers barely make enough to have a spare fifty on them, let alone fifty spare fifties...
NICK: I hear you.
SARA: Definitely want to find out more about this.
(GREG is at the hospital talking with a doctor.)
GREG: How's Leah?
DOCTOR: She'll be fine. She's resting right now, but she'll be okay to talk in a couple hours or so.
GREG: And the other guy? Was it Mr...Summers?
DOCTOR: Sumner. We're still not sure. The bullet punctured his lung, and he already had a heart condition. It's going to be a while before we know, but we're trying hard.
GREG: Okay. Did you by any chance -
DOCTOR: Retrieve the bullet from Ms. Maddox? Sure did.
GREG: How did you know?
DOCTOR: Not my first night on the job.
GREG: Thanks.