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| New York was a surprise. True, location doesn�t count for as much for the forensics part of things, but everyone knows that New York is just one step down from DC, which is where everyone in the FBI, from janitorial to CSI�s to field agents and everyone in between wants to be. Sara had figured that she�d be assigned to some field office in Nowhere, USA, but it turned out that someone thought she was ready to skip the minors and go right to the pros. Which pleased Sara because, already, she had some semblance of respect for her worth within her field, and because her worth was being acknowledged by those with power. Not that she was desperate for promotion or wanted limelight the way people like Conrad Ecklie did, but Sara did like it when her hard work was acknowledged beyond an offhand and automatic �good job on closing the case�, which, in Vegas, she was lucky if she got half the time from him.
Her first assignment was something she had always hated working. Missing Persons. They didn�t get many of those in Las Vegas, and the ones they did ended badly over ninety percent of the time. Sara had never even worked one before Vegas. Sara wasn�t good with hope. Never had been. And that was what missing persons cases were about. Hope that they would find the subject, alive and well. Hope that your evidence wouldn�t end up with someone writing a letter of condolence to a mother or wife or husband. Hope that children would be back on the playground and friends would be back to regular weekly meetings at a favourite restaurant or bar. And, if all else failed, hope that the family would find closure because so many people never would have that small luxury and it was a horrible fact of both her trade and of life but the only thing that Sara knew she could do to change that was work every case the way she was taught. With one other CSI, her probationary officer, Sara processed the scene. She did most of the work on her own, her PO seeming to prefer watching, observing, rather than gathering evidence, which she figured was a sign that he trusted her enough to let her basically solo on her first case with the FBI, so it didn�t bother her in the least. There wasn�t much to process, to be honest. After taking some In-Situ pictures of the subway car there wasn�t really anything she could do. Something like eighty-nine percent of New Yorkers take the Subway during morning rush hour, which meant that processing trace and fingerprints was an exercise in futility that would just piss off the techs back at the lab, something she tended to avoid because it�s so much easier to get results from people who like you. �Not the best first case out,� her PO said as Sara sighed heavily, giving up on getting a lead from the subway car. They had only been given a few brief minutes to process the car because any longer would hold up all of New York, but both of them knew that even the few minutes they had were pointless. |
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