A/N: While the team are working on a double homicide, Nick's girlfriend makes an appearance and an incident takes place. Kinda casefic.
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Story Notes: Set around Season 9.
- CSI: CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATION -
It was all strangely a very busy day for the department. There were cases happening left and right, which meant everyone was on call. For Catherine's team, they had been assigned a double homicide case with everyone included. Days off had been cancelled and plans had to be postponed. It was like a crime wave had hit Las Vegas at an unfortunate time of the year.
Greg, Nick and Riley weren't too keen on cancelling their plans, but it was too late now. All three of the younger team members hitched a ride with Nick as they'd all been in nearby places when they got the callout. It hadn't been as any of them had expected. Stokes had been hanging at a burger joint with a few friends, Sanders had been doing God knows what at a club where a certain singer had been performing and Adams, it was safe to say she had been doing something related to firearms or vehicles.
"I've got the car." Riley said as she headed in the direction of the garage.
Catherine then looked at the two guys. "Nick, you go with Ray.. Sanders, you can help Riley." They both nodded to their supervisor, heading in opposite directions. Greg went the same way Riley had gone and Nick went to go find Langston. CSI Willows had some evaluations to fill out and a meeting with Ecklie about Sara, so the least she could do was make sure her team was in order.
Adams, now clad in navy overalls that read 'FORENSICS' on the back, was under the car to take a better look at to what had gotten caught. "Got anything?" Greg questioned her, slipping into his own overalls. Riley was just examining until she'd noticed some blood splatter on the exhaust. "Pass me a swab. I've got blood."
She reached her hand out and he handed her a sterilized swab, which she then used to collect a sample of the blood and handed it back to Greg. He slipped it into the labelled box to get to DNA later on. "You're enjoying this aren't you?" "Yeah! I used to do mechanics in my spare time while I was in college! What 'bout you?" She smiled, pushing herself out from under the car after taking a few photos.
"Ehh, I did a lot of things in college but work wasn't one of them.."
"Oh so you were a party boy?" She laughed, noticing a piece of flesh trapped within the tyre.
Riley swabbed the flesh as she pictured her partner rolling his eyes. "You're thinking the worst of the worst. That's not me." She placed the boxed up swab next to the first on the counter. The blonde picked up her camera and continued to take photos, still laughing. "Yeah, yeah.. whatever you say, Casanova."
She continued to take photos of all the tyres with a funny image now stuck in her head. Greg was processing the inside, looking for any specific pieces of evidence that would help them with their double homicide case. As he was handing Riley a bloody wrench he'd found, his eyesight got caught on a dark-haired woman that looked a little lost. Sanders was very tempted to go help her but he knew that Riley would find a way to torment him about it if he had done so.
"That's Nick's new girlfriend. I'd keep you mind out of the gutter if I were you, Sanders." Riley warned.
Greg sighed. The woman waved to him, biting her lip as she walked away. She was practically asking for him to help her.. but he wouldn't because he valued Riley's opinions about his actions.. to a degree. "How come we've never seen her before.. and how do you know her?" Riley began writing on the label of the evidence bag. "She used to go to my college. Not a science or forensics major though. She was a major in economics and criminal law." Riley then put the wrench in the box of evidence and made her way around to the back of the car.
Sanders mused. Sounds like every best major for working in the Treasury Department, or IAB. "What's her name at least?" "Her name is Becca. Becca Ashley. Pass me the crowbar, will you?" Greg nodded, picking up the crowbar and handing it to her as he continued to examine the car. The blonde didn't know why he was so interested, nevertheless, it seemed he got more turned on the more she answered his inquiries about the woman.
The younger CSI popped the trunk open and discovered a wired car bomb. "Crap." She quickly dusted for prints all along the back of the car and collected them. "Greg, hurry up! There's a car bomb!" Riley took pictures of the bomb, then packing up her evidence into the evidence box with all their other stuff.
Greg sped up his processing of the car and even found some Y2k pills in the process. He photographed the last of the car and got the trace on the steering wheel, knowing that he had to do this in time. That's when both of them heard a beeping sound come from the boot of the car and were panicked by it. The car was about to blow.
"Come on!" She shouted, pushing him out of the door and sliding the evidence boxes out of the way as the vehicle exploded behind them. Both of them were violently flung by the impact and slammed into the floor as smoke fumes filled their airways.