CHAPTER THREE

NOTE: I only made Hayden-Lars. The rest is not mine… accept the crimes that are in this fan fiction. Character wise basically.

-The song was 'Kill all your Friends' by My Chemical Romance as well as the song 'Blood' was.

The pale blue eyes of Hayden-Lars looked coolly around herself, over the file she had been going over, it was rather simple finding out who had done the murder to her, and it was obvious as could possibly be. The man who had come and stood watching with the others had that unmistakable gleam in his eye. That of a satisfied killer. A look of satisfaction of his own handy work. She knew that look that was so prominent in his homicidal glare directed to the body. Everyone had been doing their best at the scene not to look over at her absolutely strange performance at the crime scene, and she had managed to go up to the man without much notice or care. Perhaps they assumed she would flirt with the older man, in is forties no doubt, but still slim and fit looking.

But she knew that look. Boy did she know it all to well, as if it had bore down into her just yesterday. She knew that look far too intimately and it had caused her the strongest distress. But she had forced that impassive stone face back on. Walking carefully over to the man. Her eyes had caught his own; she opened her mouth to ask him a few questions, ready for just about everything. The eyes glimmer had turned to panic quite quickly as she had accidentally let that look of her knowledge gleam back at him.

He had panicked and drawn a weapon. Greg had noticed it instantaneously, and yelled a panicked warning as he lunged to play hero for Hayden-Lars. But the woman had a look flash over her, raw fear, like that of a person with a phobia. Her partners both saw it. And in that moment they knew she had known intimately what a murderer could do with a gun… And perhaps the agony of a built slicing threw her alabaster flesh.

She had not moved with her trained skills, but with her memory over riding her of that dreadful time, the last time she had a gun aimed blank at her, but this man would not talk to her as the other, this one was just going to shoot and run. The woman launched from her spot like a feral cat, her movements were quick, but raw and simply that of primitive instinct. She had his hind twisted as she moved with speed, her fragile body slamming harshly against the muscled body of the un expecting assaulter, the gun flew from his hand and his body flung backwards due to the un prepared state he was in.

No gunshot rang.

Nick, Greg and what looked like a determined mini army charged to save the damsel in distress. But the feral cat struggle quite capably with the assailant. Taking back all her controls and before she lost her element of surprise she had his hands cuffed behind his back. Her eyes blazing with rage. Rage of something that all could not understand. She felt her heart racing now just as it had then. When she leaned into his ear and whispered.

"killer. I know your eyes. I did a lot worse to the last man to shoot me. Be happy that you did not get a chance to do so"

She pushed off the man aggressively. Her feelings again sucked inside as she turned to meet the gaze of Greg first, then Nick. "There. There is your killer. And that is not, just because he planned to shoot me" she had walked for the car. Don't gathering all the evidence, and ready to go home before everyone saw her famously falling apart. She would not be seen as a damsel in distress. She had been one once. But she knew your only savior was yourself. The three men who had taken her… And sweet Aleksandra, her lovely sister. She felt old wounds screaming as if fresh again. Sorrow flashing over her face as she stole away in the back. She wanted to hide. But she did not. Greg had taken her kit, everyone had been finishing up basically, and now, they could go back to the lab.

Before she fell apart. Or before another CSI was erased from the team.

So here she was back at the offices, her back to the lab door as she took deep calming breaths that failed her. God damn it, who would want to fall apart on the first day of the job! She was strong! And if anyone could pull threw this hurt and pain it was her. She had lived! She was alive, Aleksandra might no longer be with her, might be dead, but she lived. She was a survivor and couldn't let this defeat her so long after the fact. Her body tensed as the presence of another was detected, just as tears started welling behind stunning blue eyes. Forcing herself to look as impassive as possible. She turned and faced the person who entered. Having already faced the fire of concerned questions from the rest of the team. It was the young CSI Greg. Her eyes had been shiny, despite forcing herself to look as strong and emotionless as possible. He hesitated.

"Are you okay?" he asked in a gentle voice, his eyes falling concerned over her, seeing threw her attempts. She shivered slightly, feeling as if his eyes had peeled away her exterior and saw the agony she harbored inside.

"Yes, I am fine. I might be new, but guns, do not scare me," her voice was strong and insisting, as if she was trying to convince herself rather than Greg though. He saw it, moving closer towards her and her body grew stiff and still as stone, her pale skin looking so soft to the touch… Greg felt a wave of desire, rather not at a good time, but he knew he was strongly attracted to the pale beauty.

"No, your completely terrified," Greg stated rather matter of factly, "Lars, I saw that look you got, Its completely normal to be scared… But you… You had the strangest and strongest look of fear on your face, as if a memory has you scared for life" His eyes borrowed strongly into her how, her firm breasts rose and fell as she breathed unevenly.

"That's foolish, stupid, and absolutely jumping to conclusions. I was not scared. You were simply seeing things" she insisted strongly, her eyes blazing with determination to think that statement true, her gentle jaw slanted upwards, her tearing eyes on fire.

Greg hesitated slightly. He had been scared out of his mind for her, and panicked as soon as the gun had come into his field of vision.

Nick walked in, his eyes the same as Greg's. Nick looked at them both, approaching and wondering why the woman refused to accept she was sacred. He had been listening in, both wondered the same thing. They both felt it, though the other CSI team members seemed to not share the feelings Greg and Nick had.

She forced a smile, her lips tugging upwards in the corners. Sorrow deeply embedded into those shocking blue eyes. "Okay, so I found a partial fingerprint and its an impeccable match to Mr. Gunhappy Traversonkizz. As I said at the scene, it wasn't just the fact that he pulled a gun. I knew it the instant I saw his eyes. All right, nothing left to do, and Grissom said I could go home now. I need a shower, so good day fellows"

With that she rushed passed them and rushed to her solitary, her bare rooms and the memories that haunted her so vividly still.