Sweet Salvation
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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
4,373
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Damnit!
Chapter 31
Damnit!
We entered the room of a grubby motel, across from a dusty road that lead out of Vegas or towards Vegas. People came here hoping that they would win a prize that will let them pay for a room in one of the decent hotels on the strip. Most people will never reach one of those hotels, they will leave with less money then they came with. This motel is the perfect example of one of the cheapest motels in the area. It was dusty and dark in the room. The smell of blood filled my nostrils.
Catherine sat her kit down on the floor and opened it. She started to work on the blood that covered the bed linen. She took some samples while I took photographs of the scene. Suddenly I noticed something on the floor covered by the bed linen. I lifted the sheet up and saw a gun on the floor. I snapped some pictures of it before I picked it up. I took a quick look around the room finding what I was searching for.
“Damnit!” Catherine looked up, moving her red glasses up into her hair.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, I held the gun up to Cath and showed her the gun and the bullets, one was missing.
“There is a really nice blood spatter pattern on this wall here. He was definitely shot in this room. Catherine moved closer to the wall and looked at the pattern. “Shot at close range…” she mumbled. “Call Grissom.”
I flipped my phone open and dialed Grissom’s number.
"Grissom, hi it's me."
"Grissom it's not our guy."
"Because we have a blood spatter pattern on the wall, anloadloaded gun missing one bullet on the floor. It's not our guy he tried to shoot himself and it didn't work."
Grissom was silent at the other end of the line, after a moment he told me that Brass had just handed him a blood test. "You’re right, his blood type doesn't match the blood type that we found at the scene. I'll call Ecklie and let him take this case, see if it's really a suicide gone wrong or not. Stay there until Ecklie and his crew arrive."
"We'll have to wait until Ecklie arrives, and then we can get back to the labs. The hospital did a blood test and it didn't match with the blood found at the last scene." Catherine nodded and gathered her belongings back into her kit.
~*~
Grissom sat down at the table in the conference room, where Cath and I had spread out the pictures taken at various scenes. There was a pile with all the test results and files from this case. Catherine was reading a file and scribbled down something in her notebook. I looked down at the pictures, pictures of evidence, victims, wounds. Everything was there I had seen the pictures over and over again over these last few weeks. And there was nothing new in them.
”These are obviously hate crimes, but drives him to hate like this? What is the motive for his hatred?” Grissom asked thinking out loud.
"A girlfriend or a wife that walked out on the guy, and hooked up with another woman." Catherine replied.
"What makes you think that? Why not someone who just hates people who are gay?" Grissom asked Catherine. I lay down the picture that I was holding in my hand.
"Eddie." She states simply.
"Eddie, what does he have to do with this?" I asked surprised.
“Eddie wasn’t a homophobic person or anything. Eddie is one of those men who is really proud of the women that he seduced in his life. If he knew that one of ‘his’ women was hooking up with a girl, he would be pissed off at least. You know how he can get.” Catherine shrugged; everybody knew that Eddie had been violent towards her. “Eddie would never go this far, don’t get me wrong but I think that it might trigger some man to something like this. Man can be so possessive.”
Warrick and Nick enter the room and sit down. “Hey guys. You’ve been here a long time?” Warrick asks looking at the files and pictures spread out over the table.
“Yeah Grissom called us in this morning, for a minute there we thought that we had a suspect but unfortunately that was too good to be true.”
AN: This is still a work in progress, I have re-uploaded all chapters. And hopefully finally all errors are out of this story. Thanks Lewis.
Damnit!
We entered the room of a grubby motel, across from a dusty road that lead out of Vegas or towards Vegas. People came here hoping that they would win a prize that will let them pay for a room in one of the decent hotels on the strip. Most people will never reach one of those hotels, they will leave with less money then they came with. This motel is the perfect example of one of the cheapest motels in the area. It was dusty and dark in the room. The smell of blood filled my nostrils.
Catherine sat her kit down on the floor and opened it. She started to work on the blood that covered the bed linen. She took some samples while I took photographs of the scene. Suddenly I noticed something on the floor covered by the bed linen. I lifted the sheet up and saw a gun on the floor. I snapped some pictures of it before I picked it up. I took a quick look around the room finding what I was searching for.
“Damnit!” Catherine looked up, moving her red glasses up into her hair.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, I held the gun up to Cath and showed her the gun and the bullets, one was missing.
“There is a really nice blood spatter pattern on this wall here. He was definitely shot in this room. Catherine moved closer to the wall and looked at the pattern. “Shot at close range…” she mumbled. “Call Grissom.”
I flipped my phone open and dialed Grissom’s number.
"Grissom, hi it's me."
"Grissom it's not our guy."
"Because we have a blood spatter pattern on the wall, anloadloaded gun missing one bullet on the floor. It's not our guy he tried to shoot himself and it didn't work."
Grissom was silent at the other end of the line, after a moment he told me that Brass had just handed him a blood test. "You’re right, his blood type doesn't match the blood type that we found at the scene. I'll call Ecklie and let him take this case, see if it's really a suicide gone wrong or not. Stay there until Ecklie and his crew arrive."
"We'll have to wait until Ecklie arrives, and then we can get back to the labs. The hospital did a blood test and it didn't match with the blood found at the last scene." Catherine nodded and gathered her belongings back into her kit.
~*~
Grissom sat down at the table in the conference room, where Cath and I had spread out the pictures taken at various scenes. There was a pile with all the test results and files from this case. Catherine was reading a file and scribbled down something in her notebook. I looked down at the pictures, pictures of evidence, victims, wounds. Everything was there I had seen the pictures over and over again over these last few weeks. And there was nothing new in them.
”These are obviously hate crimes, but drives him to hate like this? What is the motive for his hatred?” Grissom asked thinking out loud.
"A girlfriend or a wife that walked out on the guy, and hooked up with another woman." Catherine replied.
"What makes you think that? Why not someone who just hates people who are gay?" Grissom asked Catherine. I lay down the picture that I was holding in my hand.
"Eddie." She states simply.
"Eddie, what does he have to do with this?" I asked surprised.
“Eddie wasn’t a homophobic person or anything. Eddie is one of those men who is really proud of the women that he seduced in his life. If he knew that one of ‘his’ women was hooking up with a girl, he would be pissed off at least. You know how he can get.” Catherine shrugged; everybody knew that Eddie had been violent towards her. “Eddie would never go this far, don’t get me wrong but I think that it might trigger some man to something like this. Man can be so possessive.”
Warrick and Nick enter the room and sit down. “Hey guys. You’ve been here a long time?” Warrick asks looking at the files and pictures spread out over the table.
“Yeah Grissom called us in this morning, for a minute there we thought that we had a suspect but unfortunately that was too good to be true.”
AN: This is still a work in progress, I have re-uploaded all chapters. And hopefully finally all errors are out of this story. Thanks Lewis.