| Title: Burning Stars By: OmegaWolf Series: CSI Pairings: GrissomxNatasha, former GrissomxSara, Nick+Sara Warnings: Lemon, sap, OOC, OC, AU, language, spiders. All math calculations are guessed, I'm not in college YET. Gil Grissom was at an impasse. 'I have a body,' I thought out, tapping a pen against the table top. 'Male, 18 years old, football player with an overdose of morphine and a hole in the back of his head. And I have no clue what killed him first.' "Hey, Grissom," Nick called from the hall into his office. "That meeting you called? Everyone's ready." The Head of the Las Vegas Crime Lab stood from behind his desk, feeling a stiffness in his back that had less to do with the last 72 hours of work and more to do with his age. 'I am *not* getting old,' I thought defiantly, walking out into the bright florescent light of the hall. 'Once I admit that, I'll slow down...' "Nick, do you have that rock?" I asked. The young Texan handed me the small rock inside a evidence bag, opening a file. "Iron mostly, some carbon," he read off. "Just a rock..." "Nothing is just anything, Nick," I reasoned as we entered the conference room, my fellow CSIs waiting. "What do we have?" Catherine tossed a bag containing the helmet the player was wearing onto the metal and glass table, crossing her arms. "The rock hit this guy's head, turning his brain into liquid," she explained. "There's no evidence on it to suggest it was fired, no skin cells present at all other than the vics." "The morphine in his system was put there by the second string quaterback," Warrick added, frowning. "Brass just got through with him. He copped. Said he got it from the medic kit and thought it woud make him quote, "Sleepy" so he could play in the championship." Nick frowned. "Hell of a reason," he muttered and Grissom glanced at him out the corner of his eye, staring at the autopsy photographs on the table and waiting. "Greg did a tox screen," Sara offered, standing on the opposite side of the room, no doubt to be as far away from me as possible. 'Sara...' I started to think and then shook my head. 'No, can't start on that thought.' "The morphine in his system was enough to kill 3 humans. The 2nd stringer killed him with an OD." Warrick continued to frown. "So we're supposed to ignore the rock in his head?" he asked, pointing to the hunk of iron on the table. "Man, you heard Sara," Nick replied. "Enough morphine to kill 3 people? He would have been dead without the hole in his head." Shaking her own head, Catherine pushed off the wall. "Warrick's right and so is Sara and Nick," she said, pointing at the table. "The morphine was already working through his system but there is a rock in his head which we know for sure killed him." Sara sighed, annoyed. "There was nothing on the rock that says it was fired or thrown...I mean, what did it do, fall out of the sky?" 'Fall out the sky...that's it!' Grissom thought and raised a hand. "You might be right..." I said outloud, walking out of the conference room, grabbing my cell phone. "I'm going to go call in some help, keep thinking." In the hall, I dailed her number, hoping that she would pick up. I wasn't disappointed. "Hello?" she asked, faint sounds of shouting in the background. "Tiger?" I questioned and I could almost see her smile. "Gil...what's up?" ' "Plenty, where are you?" "Lacrosse practice. Championships in 4 weeks. Need anything?" I smiled. "Plenty," I said. "But mainly I need you here. I have a case you might be able to help me with." "On it. I'll be there faster than Formula One." "Don't lose your stripes," I warned and she laughed before hanging up. I closed the phone and shoved it back in my pocket, turning to see Nick standing, looking innocent. "Uh, Grissom, got a minute?" he asked timidly and I frowned slightly, not liking being spied on. "Yeah, sure." Next |