We didn't say nothing to one another at first, we had nothing to say. Driving down the Vegas strip, the beaming lights from casinos and strip clubs hit my eyes, and made it near impossible to see. From the corner of my eye I could see Greg glancing over.
"So, you've never been to a decomp before? Huh?" I asked, trying to make some sort of conversation.
"No I haven't." He replied.
It was silent in the car once more. If it was going to be this silent all night, I'm in for a long, dull night. We had drifted away from the bright lights and noise, and was entering the famous Las Vegas gang central. It was that quite in the car that when Greg next spoke, I jumped right out of my skin!
"So Sara, what is a decomp like?" The young CSI asked.
"you gotta learn to breath through your mouth. It's quite possibly the worst scene you could ever be put on. I certainly wouldn't have eaten that double cheese burger before we left." I said sympathetic to Greg, but also cringing at the thought of the decomp.
"Oh." Greg said quietly, clutching his stomach. Also thinking about the scene that we was approaching fast.
The area we was in was dark and dingy. Every gang we drove past turned to stare at us as if we was aliens. Its actually quite freaky driving down here at night, you just never know whats going to happen.
"Hey Greg, wanna here a story?"
"Urm, okay Sara sure..."
"Well a year or two back me and Grissom was working a scene, right around the corner from here." Sara pointed to show Greg. "Anyway we got the report of a decomposed body that had been discovered by a dog walker. When we arrived the coroner was there, and he had said that the head of the body had been removed. so me and Grissom had to hunt for this head for about three hours. it was just as we was about to give up, this head fell from a tree branch landing right in front of our feet." Sara smiled in remembrance of her walk with Grissom.
"Jeez, thanks for that Sara, I just hope our body has their connected to them." Greg replied startled, at the story I had just told.
After my little story Greg had seemed more upbeat. In the distance we could see the red and blue lights from the police and patrol cars. My stomach was jumping somersaults, I hadn't been assigned to another decomp after that night with Grissom. As we parked up in the desert, the air had changed from fresh, to the smell of rotting bodies. I forgot to tell Greg about air, so as soon as he got out the car he went white as a sheep. Even I was asset back on how bad the smell was. I then realised that the smell was too bad for one rotting corpse, they had to be more.
"Okay Dave, what have we got here?" I asked, struggling to take in the smell in.
"Well Sara, funny story really, we got reports of one dead body...There is in fact seven here." Dave replied annoyed.
"We have seven corpses here? You know what that means Dave."
"What?" He asked curiously.
"It means that we have just discovered a serial killers grave yard." I said with anger, looking out to the distance. We're in the middle of nowhere, Somebody out there dumped these victims here. I'm gonna find out who.
TBC, it's getting interesting now:)