AN: thanks for reviewing! I'm trying for short chapters up faster this
time, but I'll try to make the rest of the chapters longer than these first
two. Just so you know, every other chapter will be in first person (the
murderer) and the others will be in third person.
Disclaimer: here's a newsflash - I don't own CSI. Too bad really, but that's how it is. No copyright infringement intended, so don't sue me, please. I'm asking nicely.
"Concentrate on what cannot lie - the evidence."
Chapter Two: Evidence
Another shift had begun. Warrick and Sara were dealing with paperwork from a previous case, and they expected to be done soon. Nick and Catherine had just started working on a new case the night before, and they had a lot of work to do. Greg was backed up farther than ever before since one of the other lab techs was on vacation. The lack of rock music was disheartening. Grissom had just returned from a bug-racing/lecture trip and was waiting for something to get called in. Something was always going down in Vegas.
"Sara, Warrick, we've got a 420. I need you on the case. Catherine and Nick are working on the case from last night." Grissom trailed off.
"It's no problem," Warrick said. "We're virtually done here."
"Ten more minutes, tops," Sara added with a smile. "I can finish mine at home."
"Good, because we've got to get over there. It's going to be a media nightmare."
"Always is," Warrick muttered, as they walked out to face yet another day on the job.
"Vic is 29-year-old Alexis Conant. Her tongue has been cut out, and she was shot through the heart. The daughter, Megan, was in her room for a time out. When she came out, she found her mom like this."
"Oh my god," Sara gasped. "She found her mother like this? She's only.what, six?"
"Five, actually," Brass replied, frowning. "She called 911."
"The poor kid," Warrick said softly, surveying the scene. The mother's body was sprawled on the living room floor in front of the hallway and the cream- colored carpet was stained a deep red around the body. Small red footprints showed the little girl's path through her mother's blood to the kitchen phone. Warrick began taking pictures as Sara looked around more thoroughly.
"We need weapons," she said. "Probably a gun and a knife."
"Kitchen?" Grissom suggested without looking up from the footprints he was studying. "And can we get these shoes?" he asked Brass.
"Already done," the detective answered. "We've got them out here." As Grissom went to check on the shoes, Sara went into the kitchen.
She noted that the little footprints led to the phone and stopped there; the girl might have taken off her shoes or been carried out of the room. There was no other blood visible in the room, but Sara knew it could have been cleaned up. She looked in the sink for a knife, and sure enough, among a few nights' worth of dinner dishes were four paring knives.
Warrick was methodically working his way around the living room when he noticed a spot of blood on the drawer of the end table. Opening the drawer carefully, he saw that it contained a bloodied gun.
"Hey Grissom, we've got a weapon," he announced, removing it from the drawer.
Disclaimer: here's a newsflash - I don't own CSI. Too bad really, but that's how it is. No copyright infringement intended, so don't sue me, please. I'm asking nicely.
"Concentrate on what cannot lie - the evidence."
Chapter Two: Evidence
Another shift had begun. Warrick and Sara were dealing with paperwork from a previous case, and they expected to be done soon. Nick and Catherine had just started working on a new case the night before, and they had a lot of work to do. Greg was backed up farther than ever before since one of the other lab techs was on vacation. The lack of rock music was disheartening. Grissom had just returned from a bug-racing/lecture trip and was waiting for something to get called in. Something was always going down in Vegas.
"Sara, Warrick, we've got a 420. I need you on the case. Catherine and Nick are working on the case from last night." Grissom trailed off.
"It's no problem," Warrick said. "We're virtually done here."
"Ten more minutes, tops," Sara added with a smile. "I can finish mine at home."
"Good, because we've got to get over there. It's going to be a media nightmare."
"Always is," Warrick muttered, as they walked out to face yet another day on the job.
"Vic is 29-year-old Alexis Conant. Her tongue has been cut out, and she was shot through the heart. The daughter, Megan, was in her room for a time out. When she came out, she found her mom like this."
"Oh my god," Sara gasped. "She found her mother like this? She's only.what, six?"
"Five, actually," Brass replied, frowning. "She called 911."
"The poor kid," Warrick said softly, surveying the scene. The mother's body was sprawled on the living room floor in front of the hallway and the cream- colored carpet was stained a deep red around the body. Small red footprints showed the little girl's path through her mother's blood to the kitchen phone. Warrick began taking pictures as Sara looked around more thoroughly.
"We need weapons," she said. "Probably a gun and a knife."
"Kitchen?" Grissom suggested without looking up from the footprints he was studying. "And can we get these shoes?" he asked Brass.
"Already done," the detective answered. "We've got them out here." As Grissom went to check on the shoes, Sara went into the kitchen.
She noted that the little footprints led to the phone and stopped there; the girl might have taken off her shoes or been carried out of the room. There was no other blood visible in the room, but Sara knew it could have been cleaned up. She looked in the sink for a knife, and sure enough, among a few nights' worth of dinner dishes were four paring knives.
Warrick was methodically working his way around the living room when he noticed a spot of blood on the drawer of the end table. Opening the drawer carefully, he saw that it contained a bloodied gun.
"Hey Grissom, we've got a weapon," he announced, removing it from the drawer.