Thanksgiving

Chapter 1

Scene of the Crime

Thanksgiving was a time to be thankful. Thanksgiving was a time to give thanks. Thanksgiving is a time to be grateful. Thanksgiving would be a day when the C.S.I’s of the Las Vegas nightshift would never forget. They would always be thankful on that day.

“Hey everyone,” Nick said as he entered the break room and poured himself a cup of coffee.

“Hey Nick, how’s your case going?” Catherine asked.

“Okay, yours?” Nick asked.

“Okay, Warrick, Greg and I keep hitting a lot of dead ends though.” Catherine replied.

Grissom entered followed by Sara, Warrick and Greg. “Okay, sorry to have called you in on Thanksgiving, but there’s no one else to call. Dayshift and swing shift are all back logged.” Grissom explained. “We’ve got a quadruple homicide. Hope no one ate too much turkey…”

Catherine knew why Grissom said this. Quadruple homicides were grizzly and could make anyone sick. Eating only intensified this effect.

“Lead the way,” Sara said yawning.

Warrick looked really tired. “You okay Warrick?” Catherine asked.

“Fine,” Warrick said.

Catherine sighed. “Marital problems,” Catherine said dryly.

“How do you know? Has Tina been talking to you?” Warrick asked rapidly.

“No, take it from someone who knows. What’s the dispute? Money? Work? Drugs? Sex? Murder?” Catherine asked.

“Money and work,” Warrick muttered.

Catherine smiled lightly at him. “I hope you and Tina work it out.” Catherine said.

“This is going to be my first quadruple homicide.” Greg stated quietly.

No one paid attention to Greg.

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At the scene, Brass was waiting for them. “Happy Thanksgiving,” Brass greeted.

“You too,” Grissom replied.

“What do we have?” Sara asked walking inside the house with everyone else.

“Family was having Thanksgiving dinner by the looks of it. The father, Mr. Arthur Strickland is at the table, head first in the pumpkin pie. Mrs. Jenny Strickland is in the kitchen with a burnt turkey. The nine year old son, Brian Strickland is in the living room. The fourteen year old daughter, Mary Strickland is upstairs in her bedroom and it looks like she was listening to music. All of them were killed by a gun.” Brass explained.

“Who found the bodies?” Warrick asked.

“The sister of Arthur, Beth Strickland, she was coming over for Thanksgiving.” Brass said.

“Thanks,” Nick said.

Catherine walked upstairs by herself. She hardly remembered a figure coming out of the bathroom and pushing her down the stairs…