A/N: Sorry guys, I seem to have posted the wrong chapter earlier. Here's is the correct chapter eleven. Thanks to everyone that read the one I posted earlier, it'll make more scene after this as it flows straight on.
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Paige
Chapter Eleven
Her straight blonde hair lay flat over her face, reaching her chest and then sulking to the floor to mingle with her blood. David crouched on the floor, starring down into the lifeless eyes of the girl that couldn't have been any older than eighteen. The chilling whites of the girls' eyes starred coldly back up at the team. Her belly top had been pulled up to her neck and her bra had been slide down to her waist. Her mini-skirt was still balancing on her hips, but her panties were resting at her knees. Her shoes were still firmly on her feet.
"You okay, David?" Catherine stood behind David and starred down at the girl.
David had been sitting there, just starring into the girl's blank eyes for the past couple of minutes and hadn't moved a muscle. It was if he was expecting her to get up and walk out the room without even so much as a bye.
"David?" Catherine's voiced raised a little to bring him back to earth.
"Oh. Sorry Catherine. She just looks so familiar." David started to examine the fragile body in front of him.
"If you ask me, all the girls that have come by today look the same."
Several girls that too worked at the casino had come by earlier that day to find out which of them it was that had passed on. Each had blonde hair and blue eyes. Each were wearing skimpy tops and mini-skirts. With the manager missing, the girls seemed to be making the most of it and slacking off and joining up with the men from the bar to earn a couple of extra bucks.
"Thanks Catherine."
Catherine headed over to the officers at the door and gave them clear instructions not to let anyone in or out of the building and to keep the room tapped up. The front doors to the casino were soon cover by members of LVPD.
David finished his examination and took her out of the building loading her into the coroner's van and drove her back to the lab, being careful to follow Doc. Robbins' strict instructions to preserve as much evidence as he could.
This one look very much like the double at the library the other night.
Grissom swung the SUV into the parking space directly in front of Sara's apartment. Sara had fallen asleep only a few minutes ago, and Grissom, being the gentleman that he is, didn't like the idea of waking her. So, he dug out his spare key that he kept in his back pocket, scooped Sara up from the passenger side and carried her in. Taking her straight to the bedroom, stopping only briefly to closed and lock the door with one hand.
He placed Sara on the bed, then slipped in with her. He spooned their bodies together and kissed her lightly on the forehead before heading off to sleep himself.