"Gonna sell my car and go to Vegas, 'cause somebody told me that's where dreams would be"
My eyes were confused when I opened them due to the sun setting on my window plane. I lost track of time after so many hours flying but I knew we were arriving to Vegas. From the air, the city was unmistakable; you could distinguish The Strip, it's almost a 7 km stretch, known by its concentration of resort hotels and casinos. Honestly, that was the reason why I chose this city to do my internship, besides the fact that the Crime Lab was the best forensic scientific laboratory in the whole country, Sin City had everything; everything and anything you want to do, you can do in Las Vegas.
The airplane landed a while after and when I set foot on the ground, I couldn't help but smile even though I was terrified. Leaving my country to go to live to another one all by myself. ¿Was it one hell of a step? Yes, but a necessary one. I wanted to push myself because I needed proof of my inner power; if I could do this, there was nothing I couldn't do. I worked and studied hard for four years, graduated with honors and got the scholarship. The scholarship covers part of my staying in the city during the nine months; pays half my rent and the car rental. The rest of my payroll was for me. Obviously, I wasn't going to earn the same money as my coworkers, I had a scholarship contract but it was enough to live comfortably.
My college made the car rental for me, a red Opel Astra with manual transmission and Diesel fuel. I only knew how to drive with manual transmission, so I figured that's why they rented that car. I adjusted the seating position, started the car and typed the address of the apartment. Dream Apartments was a complex with a clubhouse and a gym, besides the apartment of course. It took me 20 minutes but I got there with success. I parked the car in front of the complex, went to reception and after the registration, they gave me the key to my new home. I followed a tile path and saw a wooden door with a door sign; 898 SF, my apartment. I opened the door, climbed the stairs carrying my suitcase and as soon as I was upstairs, I was impressed by the elegance. The apartment walls were white, wooden floor and everything else was black; doors, frames, curtains, paintings.. I loved it. After the excitement, I realized that I didn't sleep in the plane but I needed to start getting used to the night shift so I had to stay awake at least until 8 am, since the shift was from 11 pm to 7 am. So, ¿where shall I start? Let's walk around the neighborhood.
***
When I asked at reception where Gil Grissom's office was I couldn't believe it. I did not know what I expected, but his office wasn't it. There was a metal desk in the middle of the room, which was normal but the rest of the office was full of shelves with glass jars that contained all kind of things you can imagine; a small pig fetus, spiders, frogs, snakes.. all of them dead, obviously but still, creepy.
If that wasn't enough, he also had specimens of butterflies and bugs framed on the wall. When I was a child, I had a collection with various specimens of scorpions, spiders and beetles conserved in glass, but that was just for fun.
-¡Hi! –a voice spoke behind me, which made me jump from the scare, but he smiled afterwards- Sorry. Welcome to Forensics. Gil Grissom, I'm your supervisor on "Graveyard".
-Laura Serrano –I introduced myself while shaking hands- ¿"Graveyard"?
-That's how we call the night shift.
-¿Why? –I asked curiously.
-Because of the same reason you chose this shift –I wondered how did he know that, but he answered before I could even ask- ¿Do you remember what you wrote on the application?
-Actually, I do –I nodded- I wrote that I wanted to work the night shift because of the number of crimes that occur at this time. People are drawn by the allure of the darkness, and so am I.
-That quote is the reason why I accepted your internship –he confessed- You know Laura, this job requires someone who is not afraid to explore the darkest corners. CSI's see everything and deal with the most twisted things you can imagine. It takes a strong mind to handle it, and I believe you have one.
-I agree and that's why I can't wait to be on the field.
-We'll begin our shift when the team arrives, so while we are waiting.. ¿would you mind taking off your jacket and rolling up your sleeve? I need a pint of your blood. It's mandatory for all new hires.
A few minutes later, we left the office and headed to the locker room, where the CSI's store their personal belongings, so I could leave my bag. As we were approaching, two male voices could be heard louder. From the way Grissom smiled, he recognized them. Two good looking guys were talking while putting on their shoes leaning on the bench. One of them was an African American with brown hair and green eyes and quite tall. The other was American with dark hair and brown eyes and a little bit shorter, although I have to admit that I fell for his smile. When he smiled, laugh lines appeared around his cheeks and eyes making him look cuter.
-C'mon, give me a winner for tomorrow.
-Green Bay, minus seven and a half over Niners –answered the African American- Always go with the better quarterback.
-Warrick, Nick –Grissom called, making them look at him and me- I want to introduce you to Laura, she's the girl who comes to do the internship.
-Nick Stokes –the cute one introduced himself.
-Warrick Brown –he shook my hand after Nick did- You're from Spain, right?
-Yes, Barcelona –I nodded.
-Man, how I wish to be there.. –Nick mumbled- Great gastronomy, cool weather and views to the Mediterranean.
-¿You've been there? –I asked.
-Not yet, but I'm looking for a place for my next vacation –he answered- Now that I'm CSI Level 3 I can afford to travel further than Texas.
A brunette woman entered the locker room in a hurry and greeted everyone without noticing me. I guessed she was another member of the night shift. She was tall and skinny.
-Hey Sara, do you remember that the new girl started working today? –Grissom asked, but she didn't even look.
-Yeah, ¿why? –she answered and looked for a moment, then she realized- Oh sorry, I'm Sara Sidle, nice to meet you.
-Don't worry –I smiled- Nice to meet everyone.
-Not everyone.. –Grissom looked around- ¿Does anyone know where's Catherine?
-She had to pick Lindsey up from her ex's house, but she's on her way –Warrick answered- It's Lindsey's birthday today.
-Wait for her outside, you're working together and take Laura with you. 401A at Fremont Street –Grissom commanded as he gave me my CSI credential- Nick, Sara, you're with me.
-¿What's a 401A? –I asked Warrick while we were leaving the locker room.
-Hit and run.
I put the credential around my neck and followed him to the exit of the building. When we arrived outside, I saw a skinny, blonde woman approaching us with a weary look on his face.
-Hey guys.. –she said- You must be Laura, the new girl.
-That's right –I smiled to make her feel comfortable- You must be Catherine.
-Nice to meet you, Laura. Sorry for being late –she looked at Warrick- ¿Are we working together?
-Yeah, hit and run on Fremont –he showed the keys that belonged to one of the cars the CSI's use to do their job- I'm driving.
***
When we arrived at the crime scene it was already cordoned off. Warrick parked a couple of meters away from the police tape and then we got out of the car. The first thing I saw was the victim; a little girl. I didn't expect that since it was night and kids don't go alone on the street. Besides, it was a little girl. ¿Who is capable of leaving her there without calling the police? Cowards.
-¿You okay? –I heard a male voice asking that, and then I realized I stopped walking the moment I saw the girl.
-Yeah, yeah.. It's just that.. –I tried to find the words to say ignoring that they were both looking at me.
-It's hard –Catherine finished- I wish I could say it gets easier, but I'm not a liar. The only thing you can do is find whoever did this and get justice.
-Then I'm lucky.. Because that's exactly our job -I looked at them and sighed- ¿Hoy many hit and runs have you had this year?
-Too many –Warrick replied as he bent down to look at the ground- One thing I can't stand is a punk coward.
-My daughter wants one of these scooters –Catherine indicated with the flashlight- She says that she's the only kid in the world who doesn't have one.
My gaze went back to the little girl's body but it was something I couldn't control. I couldn't concentrate on anything else but her. She had a scared look on her face. My heart shrunk from the sadness of her accident. She was so young and full of life and it only took a couple of seconds to take that away.
-¿Do you want me to tell Grissom to put you in another case?
-No –I answered- ¿Why?
-¿You feeling alright Warrick? –Catherine asked in a worried tone- ¿It's that thing with Holly Gribbs, isn't it?
-I'm just looking out for my partners, you know.. –Warrick replied with a frown- It made me think who I am to you.
-Hey relax –she smiled at him and then looked at me- I'm sure Laura can handle this one.
-I can –I nodded- I'm okay, but thank you for the offer.
-So, Laura the first thing we do is take a close look at the crime scene and then we take pictures of everything that could be evidence–Catherine explained- In this case, for example, the scooter, the victim's shoe, the tire marks.. Then we try to recreate what happened with the evidence we've got so far. Warrick, ¿you wanna call it?
-Vehicle's coming down from Rochester, victim was on her scooter heading east, car breaks here, impact here and the vic was thrown.. ¿What? ¿20 meters? –he explained while indicating everything with his fingers.
-And all we've got is some paint that's going to match up to about 20 million other vehicles.. –Catherine sighed- Bastard.
***
I saw them collect the evidence from the crime scene and the next step was get it back to the lab while the coroner performed the victim's autopsy. Luckily, she was the only dead body that night so it wouldn't take long. Warrick took the evidence to the rightful departments.
-¿Have you had the chance to walk around the Lab?
-Actually, no.
-I'll show you around while we wait for the autopsy then –Catherine said and started walking- First we have the DNA Lab, territory owned by Greg Sanders, lab tech specialized in DNA and also in listening commonly rock artists while running lab machines. You'll meet him, you'll like him.
-Rock is my favorite genre so I already like him.
-Next to DNA we have Ballistics and in front Audio/Video –we continued walking- We have Trace and Fingerprints over here and down the hall to the right we have the Evidence Garage next to the Evidence Vault and to the left the Locker room, Grissom's office, the Break Room and the Layout Room.
-¿Layout Room?
-We use that room to review evidence and look for new evidence, compare notes, display the photos from the current case and use the table to draw out rough sketches on maps –she answered with a good explanation- ¿Any more questions?
-I have one but it's not about the Lab.. –she looked at me waiting for me to ask- ¿Who's Holly Gribbs?
-She was a rookie who started working with us two weeks ago. Holly and Warrick were working together on a case but he left and when Holly was alone collecting evidence from the crime scene, the suspect came back and shot her –Catherine explained it regretfully- She died on the operating table.
-Warrick feels guilty., -I concluded- That's why he asked me if I wanted to work another case, to make sure I'm okay.
After I finished my sentence, Catherine's phone rang. It was time for us to head to the morgue, which was downstairs. Before entering the morgue itself, we stopped on the hall to put on the sterile lab coat.
-¿Have you ever seen a dead body?
-Yeah, I took human anatomy classes –I nodded- I wanted to be ready.
-Good –she smiled proudly- Usually, the night shift coroner is Dr. Albert Robbins, but today is his day off so you are going to meet Dr. Jenna Williams.
We entered the morgue and approached the central table while making introductions.
-This is your hit and run victim –the coroner uncovered the girl and looked at me- Bad thing about this job is you stop asking yourself why. The cause of death was the hit by the car, but I've found a bruise on her leg.
-Oh my god.. plate numbers, from the license plate when impacted her skin.
-Looks like a 4.. –I looked at the bruise trying to decipher the license plate- ¿And a J?
-Yeah –Catherine agreed- We have to call DMV.
-¿DMV? –I asked.
-Department of Motor Vehicles, we'll get them to cross check this partial plate in a 5 mile radius.
***
Actually, waiting for an answer from DMV didn't take as long as I expected. Within the hour we already appeared at the door of the car owner's house. This was my first time face to face with a suspect and as my first night was full of unexpected things, an older man opened the door.
-¿Hello? –Catherine said with a smile- ¿Mr. Charles Moore? We are with the Las Vegas Crime Lab. We'd like to talk to you about your car.
-We believe it may have been involved in a traffic collision earlier this evening.
-I told the police when they called me.. my car was stolen.
-That's why we have a search warrant, sir –Catherine gave him the paper- So that we can look in your garage.
When he opened the garage door with that face I already knew we were going to find his car in there and in what condition. From the sad attitude he had, he knew what happened. The front of the car was busted and the license plate hung from its place. We looked at each other, and then we looked at him. We were waiting for an explanation.
-It.. it was an accident.. I saw the girl and I tried to break but I accelerated by mistake. I got confused.. I shouldn't have left. I was wrong. ¿Is she okay?
-She died at the scene –Catherine said without being affected by the man's repentance.
-You are going to be charged with manslaughter, Mr. Moore –Warrick added- Felony and run. You have a lawyer?
He didn't answer, but he looked like he was sad and sorry to hear what happened. Obviously, killing the girl wasn't his intention, but he had to face it. After finding the car, we had to make sure it was the correct car and we needed evidence so we called Traffic to have the car confiscated and brought in. While we waited, we went to the break room to eat and drink something.
-¿Is it me or did he give it up so easy? –Catherine asked us as she was taking out a cake from the fridge.
-Old guy was scared –Warrick answered with a soda on his hand- ¿What do you think, Laura?
-I also think that he was scared, I mean he almost cried when he heard the girl died but I feel like there's something more.
-¡You have to see the birthday present I got for your daughter! –Grissom entered the break room while carrying a bag- I had one of this Chem Labs when I was six, I almost blew up the whole house.
-¿What's the rule.. how long do I have to be here before kicking in for gifts? –I asked with confidence.
-When your spirit moves you –Catherine answered with a smile- But don't worry because Lindsey doesn't want a party.
-¿What kind of kid doesn't want a party? –Sara asked.
-My kid.
-Hey Catherine.. ¿at what time is your little girl coming by? –Nick entered the room with a gift- I got her a Chemset.
Grissom and Nick exchanged surprised looks. They had bought the same gift.
-Keep it –Sara intervened- You might learn something.
-Stop flirting with me –Nick ignored her- Cath, really, ¿when's the party?
-¿What do I have to do? –Catherine got up from the chair a little bit upset- ¡There is no party! ¡My daughter doesn't want a party! ¿Is everybody clear on that?
No one was going to answer after that. Crystal clear.
***
-¿How tall do you think Mr. Moore is? –Warrick asked us leaning on the car.
-Six feet, I'd say –Catherine answered after we exchanged a look.
-Old people must love hugging the steering wheel 'cause this sit is pushed all the way forward –Warrick opened the door and got into the car. He didn't quite fit- I'm six feet and this mirror isn't helping me at all.
-¿Can you start the car? –I asked.
-¿Why?
-If you haven't noticed I'm 5 feet and when I drive I have to push the sit all the way forward.
-You think that it wasn't Mr. Moore who was driving but someone shorter.
As soon as he started the car, the radio turned on and a rap song started playing. Warrick whistled impressed by the song and started moving his head to the beat of the song. In my case, I knew the song and started rapping it.
-So they can hear everything that you say when you ain't home. I guess Michael Jackson was right, "You are not alone". Rock your hardhat black..
-¿You listen to Mos Def? -Warrick asked impressed.
-I thought you said Rock is your favorite genre –Catherine intervened.
-¡And it is! But I listen to everything and when it comes to rap Mos Def, 2Pac, Nas, The Notorious B.I.G, Eminem, Blackstreet.. are some of my favorites.
-¡I like your style! –Warrick smiled at me.
-Mr. Moore was not the last person to drive this car –Catherine was the only one who wasn't absorbed by the song- ¿Turn the music off?
Now it was time to find the evidence that would sustain our theory. Since it was my first day, I limited myself to observe how they did the search and collection of evidence. The steering wheel cover was leather but it had small breathable circles and there was something stuck in one of them. Catherine took it with the tweezers and showed it to us.
-¿Can you tell what that is?
-¿Is it me or that is a piece of tooth? –I questioned.
***
After collecting the evidence and come to a conclusion, came the part of the confrontation with the suspect. I wanted to see how my colleagues faced the situation in the interrogation room. I had no experience, so I couldn't enter just like that. Instead, I watched it all from the observation mirror.
-¿Does anybody else drive your car, Mr. Moore? –Warrick started.
-I was driving yesterday.
-Sir, that doesn't answer our question.
Suddenly, the door opened and a boy about 19 years old entered the room. It was the suspect's grandson. The boy seemed lost, but the grandfather more.
-¿What is he doing here? –Mr. Moore asked.
-Your grandson is an approved driver on your insurance –Catherine explained- He had him pulled out of school
-So James, ¿you like Mos Def?
He sat down without saying a word.
-¿Did you hit that girl with your grandfather's car?
-Pops, let me explain to them –the boy said addressing his grandfather- They should hear what happened.
-No, they are going to from me –he nervously clasped his hands together and began to explain- When I hit that girl, James switched seats and took over the wheel, drive me home. He was worried about me, not the girl. I'm not saying good judgment was used, but that's what happened.
-James, ¿do you want to add anything to that? –Warrick asked, but since the boy didn't say anything, he continued- Sir, ¿can we look at your teeth?
Mr. Moore took out his dentures and put them on the table.
-James, we found a tooth chip embedded in the steering wheel of your grandfather's car –Catherine explained again- It doesn't appear to be of your grandfather's teeth. ¿Do you have a chipped tooth?
-Pops, I'm sorry but I got to –he was going to tell the truth.
-He is a good boy.. it was an accident. I make him call, let me know where he is. He drove straight home and wanted me to go to the police station with him.
-I didn't know that little girl was dead. I swear.
-I wouldn't let him turn himself in, that was my decision –he appealed to our emotions for his grandson- Boy's going places, college.. he's got a real future.
-I'm very sorry, Mr. Moore –Catherine mumbled with a sad tone- James, I'm afraid you are gonna have to be taken into custody.
-Miss, please.. –he begged- I'm willing to serve his time.
-I know you are Mr. Moore but we can't let you do that.
Two police officers entered the room and handcuffed the boy. Taking him by the arms, they left the room and went to reception, where he was going to say goodbye to his grandfather. When Warrick and Catherine left the interrogation room, I joined them. There was a feeling of sadness between us.
-Hey, ¿why don't you go home? We can handle this –Warrick said to Catherine- Your daughter gets out of school in a half hour on her birthday.
-I owe you –she smiled at him, and then look at me- See you tonight, guys.
Warrick and I exchanged glances and approached them.
-Don't worry pops, I'll be okay.
-My grandson going to jail is never okay. You survive in there, ¿you hear me?
-You too –James nodded- Don't be going downhill.
They hugged each other for the last time with tears in their eyes and honestly, they were not the only ones who had them.
-James, the first days are going to be the toughest –Warrick took his hand and wrote something on it- Here's my cell number. If you are in any problems, call me. I'll be right there. Keep your head up.
James was taken away and his grandfather left too. We both stood there, watching them go. Watching how they were forced to separate.
-That has been very good of you –I said touched by his act of kindness.
-They remind me of me and my grandmother –Warrick confessed- ¿How do you feel after the first case? This has been a pretty tough emotional one. You have seen two very hard emotions; tragedy and sacrifice.
-Thanks to them I have realized something –I nodded- You've got so much power in this job, which you use to get the bad guys but once in a while, I'd like to use it to help the good guys.
-¿And what.. forget about little Renda Harris?
-No.. –I looked at him- What I'm saying is that putting James away isn't gonna bring her back and Mr. Moore was willing to do the time. I mean, the victim's family gets closure..
-I know.. but we got to follow the evidence, even if we don't like where it takes us –Warrick turned to face me- Laura, it's the job. If you start making deals with the devil, you don't get to walk away. ¿You understand what I'm saying?
-Yeah..
-Now it's time to go home –he said watching reception's clock- You did very well on your first day. Get some rest, ¿okay?
I went back to the locker room to collect my things and when I left the building, I got in the car and just sat there. I had waited so long for my first case and to feel that high when I'd solve it, but I didn't feel that way. Not at all. Instead, I felt guilty and this had only just begun.
***
So, here's the first episode of the fanfic!! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!! I want to apologize if you see any mistake (english is not my first language). I'd love to see your comments and know your opinions!! See you soon in the next chapter where the whole team will work together!