Diamonds
Be my kitten?
The sun was beginning to set as the two CSIs finished there work. So far they hadn't found anything to go on. But that wasn't about to stop them. They had scanned ever inch of the exhibit, crawling into every crevice, and collected every spec of dirt. Still nothing. Speed's cell phone rang as he was putting the forensic cases into the back of one of the Hummers. After a few moments of nodding and quick words, he clipped it shut and went over to where Sam was. She was hunched down, prying through some bushes just outside of the Lion's exhibit. "The vet said nothing's wrong with Simba. No drugs, no nothing." He delivered the bad news. There was an irritated sigh coming from her as she slowly stood up. "Figures." "Come on. It's almost dark. We'll call it a night and start fresh in the morning." Speed turned away from her, heading to his bike. She stood there for a moment. "I have nothing to go home to." She mumbled softly which made Speed stop for a few moments. "I'm gonna stay here. I'm sure there's something we missed." She spoke quickly, looking around again. "Well I don't feel comfortable leaving you here alone." Speed finally said as she was examining the gate for the hundredth time. "Such a gentle men." She rolled her eyes. He scoffed quietly at her comment. "Speed. Be my kitten?" Sam asked, looking over the gate. He gave her a questioning look, but went along with it.
Speed and Sam stood in the large exhibit. She was studying the gate with great precision. "Alright. The witnesses said that Dean was standing here…" She moved in front of the gate. "Simba was… Right about there." As she pointed, Speed moved to that spot. "Now, Dean's back was too him. And he came up behind Dean…" As she spoke, her hands were on the gate like Dean would have had them. She was shaking it slightly, as if she was trying to get out, like he might have been doing. The next thing she knew, Speed was right behind her, his body unusually close to hers. His arms reached around, his hands gripping the gate as he spoke, "Why'd the lion attack its prey?" His hot breath tickled her ear as he leaned down. The sent of his cologne made her squirm slightly. And that's when it hit her. Her eyes widened as she remembered the distinctive smell of meat on Dean. "Fresh meat! That's why Simba attacked." She turned to face him and that's when they both realized just how close they were. Her cheeks flushed a bright red and Speed backed off a bit, looking away out of embarrassment. "So we know why and how…" He spoke by trying to ease the tension now between them. "Somehow we have to prove that Mr. Debrowsky took the spare key, planted the scent on Dean, and configured this whole plan." Placing her hand on her chin as she spoke. "Where do they keep Simba when he's not in here?" Speed suddenly asked. "The small kennel. Follow me." She answered, leading him out of the pen.
"We haven't gone over this yet." She said as they stood in front of the small kennel where Simba was transported in. "Lets do this." He slid on his latex gloves as he dusted for finger prints and collected fibers. Sam, on the other hand, stood outside and just stared at the cage. Her dark eyes followed the ridges and curves to every extent. Everything seemed normal to her. Except for the one bar at the end. It wasn't rusted at the bottom like the others. A new one. She pulled out her camera and took a few pictures at different angles of it. "Speed. Check this out." She motioned to the bar. He crawled out of the small cage and looked at what she was staring at. "Can you get it loose?" She questioned, smiling a bit. He nodded, putting his flashlight down. Slowly he gripped the bar tightly and tugged on it. At first it was pretty sturdy and wasn't budging. After a few more moments he finally pulled it loose. Nothing was odd about it. "Waste of time." Speed mumbled under his breath. Sam reached out and took the bar from him. She shook it a few times, holding her hand out at the end. With a 'cling' noise a small baggy slid out and landed on her palm. "What is it?" Her partner asked, leaning close. She held it up with a triumphant smirk, "Diamonds."