Anger
A/N: Wow, I had a HUGE turn out for my first chapter. It filled up my inbox with people reviewing and adding me and/or my story to their alerts/favorites list. You have no idea how happy that made me. Thank you for every single review! I try to reply to all of them, but sometimes I don't get around to it. So, every review is appreciated! Sorry for the long wait!
Disclaimer: If I owned CSI, why would I write fanfiction?
NOTE: Some things may become slightly AU. I'll try my best to keep it not AU, though.
Teaching Chapter One
He walked down the street, headed to work. He was looking for another girl, hoping to find the perfect one, this time. No one paid any attention to him because he blended so well into a crowd. His camera was slung over his shoulder, ready to photograph anything that he thought was worthy of surviving eternity.
That's when he saw her. She was beautiful in the sunlight. Her hair was dark red, but in the sun, it seemed like fire. He fumbled to grab his camera, removing the cover on the lens before snapping a picture of her. She was in her mid thirties with flawless white skin. He was in love again.
Click.
The camera caught her image and this tiny sliver of her soul belonged to him. He walked closer, pretending to take a picture of the skyline. He was only about ten feet away and zoomed in on her, again feigning interest in the sky. She walked into a building that he knew was an office building. He smiled. He now knew where she worked.
The woman was gone before he could get any closer, but he was content, for now, with his pictures. He continued to walk to work, this time with a smile on his face. Who needed Christine? He had her now. Christine had been a slut with a pretty face, but he was certain that this one was different.
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Greg had gone back to the lab with most of the evidence, leaving Nick in the apartment to finish processing the scene. The two CSIs had dusted for prints, coming up empty. The bleach had killed their hopes for DNA, but they still tried. Nick was processing the bathroom carefully. Using luminol, he was able to determine that the killer had entered the bathroom and stepped into the shower.
He sprayed the shower with luminol, making it glow in the dim light. He collected samples from the shower, hoping that their killer had left a trace. He checked every drain, looking for hairs that didn't belong to Christine Little or her boy friend. So far, all he found were long brown hairs.
But that didn't stop him. Nick scoured the entire bathroom before finding a single short brown hair trapped in the drain. He bagged and tagged it, hoping for the best. After he finished in the bathroom, he moved on to the kitchen to dust everywhere. Greg had already been through here, but he wanted to be sure.
Nick dusted everything, carefully lifting prints. He dusted the walls, finding a handprint that was too large to belong to Christine. After another half hour, Nick left, bringing his evidence with him to the lab.
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Greg was in the lab, talking to Hodges. Hodges was telling Greg that his evidence would have to wait in line and Greg was determined to change the lab rat's mind.
"Come on, Hodges! Murder trumps robbery."
"It was an armed robbery."
Greg rolled his eyes. "Fine. Murder trumps armed robbery."
"Sorry. Grissom's evidence comes first."
"Hodges!"
"Nope."
"Just run it!"
"No."
Greg was getting frustrated. After all, no one really liked Hodges anyways. Well, except maybe Wendy. Other then that, no one. "As I said before, Grissom's evidence comes first."
"I'll run it," Warrick said, entering the trace lab. Warrick was still on lab duty after being shot a month earlier. His neck had healed, along with the wound in his chest, but the doctors still wouldn't give him the okay for fieldwork.
"Thanks man," Greg said, handing Warrick the evidence. Hodges fixed Warrick with a glare before going back to the evidence from the robbery.
Greg's next stop was Wendy at the DNA lab. He had a few promising hairs that he needed her to run. She was happy (well, not happy, but compared to Hodges, she was ecstatic.) to run the samples for him. He handed ran the prints he and Nick had lifted through AFIS, getting no hits.
Since the other evidence would take a while to process, Greg headed down to the morgue.
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David photographed the two bodies thoroughly, understanding that the CSIs expected complete documentation. He took samples of the skin under her fingernails on the off chance that the DNA hadn't been destroyed by the bleach that both she and her lover had been drenched in.
He bagged her bra and underwear carefully, labeling it. He did the same with the male's clothing, separating it into different bags. He placed the bags on the counter, awaiting Greg or Nick to pick them up. Right on time, Greg showed up.
"So, what do you have for me?" he asked.
David looked at him and began his preliminary findings. "Male victim's name is Steven Fuller. Cause of death, likely exsanguination. He was stabbed ten times in the chest. Female victim, Christine Little. She was raped sometime before she was killed. Same probable cause of death. Stabbed eight times."
"Did you get any DNA?"
"I swabbed, but I doubt you'll find anything. He drenched her in bleach, destroying most of the evidence. What I don't get is why he dressed her again."
"Maybe he knew her and felt bad."
"Maybe…"
With that, Greg took the evidence out of the cold morgue to the warmer—sometimes too warm—lab.
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A week ago, Sara decided that she needed a job. Sure, she loved staying home with Gil, but honestly, she was bored out of her mind. She needed to do something. She knew she couldn't go back to the lab, so she began searching for a job.
A day after she had decided to work, she found the perfect job. A university needed a Physics professor. And, Sara's major was in Physics. She applied as soon as she could and was pleased to become a professor for the University of Las Vegas. Gil was happy that she had gotten a job. He teased her about becoming a teacher, but she really felt that she could enjoy herself teaching.
And, today had been her first class.
Her classroom was filled with college students eagerly awaiting her lecture. She discussed what their curriculum would be over the semester and told them what to expect. She outlined the year with them and what they would have to do in order to pass her class. An hour and a half later, she was done.
And she loved it.
Many of the students had conversed with her after class, discussing what they would like to cover if they had time. Sara was more then happy to see that she had several bright students who were eager to learn. And it was good to feel needed again.
When she had returned home, she told Gil all about it and could barely contain her excitement. He laughed at her, happy that she was happy. He watched her as she talked over dinner, discussing her plan for the semester. Now, hours later, she lay in bed, watching the minutes tick away on her clock, content to just lie there and wait for Gil to return. She had no idea that horror lay in her future.
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A/N: Sorry for the delay! I've had most of this written for a while, but I was kind of stuck… Anyways, I figured I should just stop here and post this much. Oh, and I am aware that the photographer found another victim in the first chapter, but this is just describing who he picked. And, Sara has a job because I felt bad for her and I couldn't see her working at the lab again, so university professor was the best I could come up with. And, does anyone know if "University of Las Vegas" is abbreviated "UNLV" or "ULV"? Cause for some reason I think it's "UNLV"… Anyways, please review!