THE DEVILS MIND

Chapter Two

Note- I do not own the CSI characters, although Hayden-Lars Ackerman is mine. And this is the final chapter that I will be putting up for viewers until I get Reviews in. Its just because I would hate to loose this chapter :O

Most had grown uneasy again at the idea of the new member of the CSI: Vegas team going out in the field, it was not, though, for all the same reasons. It was more fear that the young woman would be hurt out on field, they hadn't the best history with all new CSI's… On or off duty. Greg had nearly been beaten to death, and way back when a new CSI was shot down by a gunman returning to the scene of the crime. So this was a worry over another incident such as that… And even if they resented her for replacing Sara, no one wished her to have a similar fate.

The clear eyes were able to make most of the team mates squirm under her empty gaze. They noticed how it was not her face that showed her emotions, it was rather something that simply came off of her, like the sadness. What made them understand that wasn't really known, but it was her presence no doubt. She was odd, and one would almost call her a psychopathic person, but they didn't seem to believe that… For some reason they just couldn't take that as an answer, and basically filed her lack of emotion to the stress of a new job fresh out of the school. She must protect herself, she didn't seem like someone who just didn't care.

Not like a person to use people as pawns to protect herself. But of course they did not know her, and they knew nothing of her other than really her name and her academic excellence. And she was going out into the field, her first day to go out and show the forensics team, concerned glanced from them had not caused her to sway her way out of her first case with Greg and Nick. The three had just leapt into one of the vehicles with all supplies inside and waiting.

She had driven and for the first time they had seen something human in her eyes, a fire that blazed as she scared the life right out of them as she barreled down the road. Holding onto the handles and ready to scream it seemed, pale faced and indeed having respect now for the 'holy shit' handles that they clung onto with a death grip. So she was a psychotic driver, a very, very psychotic driver. How she avoided getting a ticket… It wasn't possible. Stopping and tapping her foot erratically, impatient and seemingly aching to get going again. She looked over to Nick in the passenger seat and then grinned sheepishly, finally more emotion in her face.

"Okay, was I going a little fast…"

In an almost squeaky high voice from the back dripping with terror was Greg. He was pale as can be, absolutely wide eyed and mortified at the idea any second the light would turn green. He looked at her with wild eyed dread.

"Ya, and your near accident with about any other vehicle that happened to be within ten feet of your god dam suicidal driving! Are you mad! Are you trying to kill us all. Oh my god… its green"

She grinned turning back to the road, tires squealing as Greg let out a pathetic yelp, eyes nearly popping out of his head. He was seriously thinking he was going to die in the freaking car that swerved wildly in and out of the traffic, more skilled than any police in hot pursuit, but the millimeters she missed cars and trucks had his heart leaping out of his throat.

"Sorry, bad habit, I raced cars with the boys out by the farm I grew up on, illegal and dangerous and all… But, oh, the rush is addictive, I drive like an adrenaline junky. Have to say I get tickets as often as I change my socks"

Greg squealed in terror as she swerved again, barely making it around two trucks. "That often, hey?"

Nick sighed as another red light assaulted her forward motion, she stopped, everyone lurching forward as she waited to the last second possible to stop. Or slow. Nick looked at her like she was a nut case "Ah… You know what, do you mind if I drive…". Lars looked at him and her face darkened, she looked absolutely devilish, as if he had insulted her deeply. Nick quickly took in a breath. "Or not… Just, please, for Greg's last shred of sanity… Drive slowly… And in one direction"

She pouted "I AM going in one direction"

Nick laughed lightly, slight shake in his voice "Forwards and sideways does not classify as 'one' direction Lars" A frustrated sigh escaped those beautiful lips of hers before the light turned green, again, tires squealed, and then she winced, slowing down to the speed of a normal enough irate fast driver in traffic. Nick and Greg were able to calm down and vow to themselves never to get caught in a car with her driving. She wasn't an emotionless monster… Oh no… She was a creepy, freaky adrenaline junky that needed death to get her rocks off.

Finally they reached the scene of the crime, and in one piece without even getting stopped by the cops. Or killing anyone else for that matter. At least by hitting, perhaps some old folks had panic induced heart attacks because of her irate driving skills. They walked out with kits, each quite and unspeaking, another mask of emotionless eyes and expressions came from Lars, who was an overly touchy driver. Obviously you could squeal, scream bloody murder, or simply look terrified, but so long as you didn't speak it, all was well. So they would avoid speaking of her suicidal driving habits, and being part of them.

Instantly her lips drew thin, her eyebrows furrowing, looking over the body, and the bizarre prop that was skewered onto the side of his head. Both of the men looked over at her, her youth and innocents didn't seem, well, ready to witness the crimes that came from the dark side of humanity. Then the most unexpected thing happened, and both men looked again wide eyed at her, as if she was a freaking nut case.

She burst out into laughter, laughing so hard she had to lean into one of them, Nick who was the closest, tears started coming out of her eyes she was laughing so hard, and her sides ached so powerfully, Nick had gripped her around her slim waist so she didn't fall to the ground. Now, most people reacted differently at their first crime scene… But this was not what they expected any sane person to do.

Absolutely every person at the scene was looking at the fiery haired girl with all strangely. She finally was able to control herself, grin planted still so strongly on her face. Greg looked at her like she had become a toxic plague, leaning away from her, eyes looking at her oddly. "You, are scary" Greg said simply, Nick just looked at her with the same odd look as she was still in his arms. She grinned up at him, shaking her head.

"Sorry… I mean, come on, you know about Richard Trenton Chase?" she said in a shaking and amused voice. They looked at her stupidly.

"What, is this guy an ex boyfriend who you didn't really like… Or do you find the idea of a serial killer erotic?" a cop on the side asked in disbelief. She coughed lightly, shifting in Nicks arms, who had yet to let her go, but she didn't seemed offended or quick to jump away. Shaking her head at the other cop. "Chase WAS a serial killer. A crazy bastard who thought he could take in vitamin C via osmosis if he held it to his head, that it would get to his brain. And here, though he no longer lives, is a person with a sick similar disturbing humor that I have. You have a problem with that? The guy has an orange with 'osmosis' written on it, skewered to his head. Its funny… So the guys dead… Ya, to bad. But I thought more people would know of the 'vampire of Sacramento'"

Everyone just shook their heads, and starting to get to work, Nick releasing his hold on her slim waist. And she stepped towards the scene "He was a druggy and messed in the wrong ways. He thought Nazis were trying to turn his blood into dust with poison under… Think it was his soap dish. He fantasized about rabbits, he drank their blood and ate animals raw, he was a cannibal and he was revolting because of his favorite drink. Blood. He was a chronic drug user and alcoholic in his adolescent years" she added before heading off, everyone starting to pick out information. Her red masses had been tightly pulled into a French braid, and disappeared into her jacket. Her bangs the only loose bit of hair. She worked quickly and efficiently, as well as extremely careful. But everyone kept eyeing her strangely, despite her beauty they found her extremely weird.

And what she was singing under her breath did not help. It was… Suitable for the topic she brought up when they first arrived… once she stopped laughing. "So give them blood, blood, gallons of the stuff!
Give them all that they can drink and it will never be enough.
So give them blood, blood, blood.
Grab a glass because there's going to be a flood!

A celebrated man amongst the gurneys.
They can fix me proper with a bit of luck.
The doctors and the nurses they adore me so,
But it's really quite alarming cause I'm such an awful fuck. (Oh thank you!)

I gave you blood, blood, gallons of the stuff,
I gave you all that you can drink and it has never been enough.
I gave you blood, blood, blood,
I'm the kind of human wreckage that you love!"

She noticed Nick looking at her with a huge grin, "Might wanna sing something else before everyone things you did it" he said with a chuckle. She gave him a million dollar smile again, the in car incident long forgotten. She lifted her dainty eyebrow with a daring smirk, he couldn't help continuing to smile at her as she put some more evidence into a baggy. Then made him and half the people jump when she started singing out more loud and out there, a nice voice… But just to show she truly didn't care what they thought.

"Sometimes you scrape and sink so low,
I'm shocked at what you're capable of.
And if this is a coronation,
I ain't feeling the love.

'Cause we are all a bunch of animals
That never paid attention in school.
So tell me all about your problems;
I was killing before killing was cool.
You're so cool, You're so cool, So cool!

'Cause we all wanna party when the funeral ends.
(Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba)
And we all get together when we bury our friends.
(Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba)
It's been nine bitter years since I've been seeing your face.
(Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba)
And you're walking away, and I will die in this place."

She stopped her performance but still continued the tune in a hum with a pleased smile plastered on her exotic face.