For the Crossover Drabbles Challenge
14. CSI/Power Rangers in Space
Nick tilted his head as he observed the scene. He snapped pictures as he walked carefully around the fallen debris and the broken body. The girl on the pavement was strikingly beautiful. He wondered if she was in town alone. She didn't look like she lived in Vegas. Although her outfit did look like something off of Star Trek. It looked like some kind of uniform with a pink undershirt. He glanced up at the roof of the building in front of the scene. She had to have fallen from there. The question was…did she, in fact, fall? Did she jump? Was she pushed? These were the questions he was paid to answer. The strong and yet beaten face he saw before him didn't resemble any of his past suicide cases. In his experience the body reflected the type of death. This body looked like it belonged to fighter.
"There's something under her nails," Catherine said as she examined the victim's hands. "I'll have to wait for Dave to have a look at her before I can scrape it out though."
"Are there any sci-fi conventions in town?" Nick asked.
Catherine shook her head, "Not a single one."
"Then what's with the uniform?"
Catherine shrugged, "Maybe she was just really enthusiastic year around?"
"Does that girl look like a sci-fi nerd to you?"
"Does Wendy look like a sci-fi nerd?" Catherine asked with a slight glare at the younger man.
He sighed in defeat, "Okay, good point, but I can't shake the feeling that the uniform has to do with something bigger. That's it's not just a piece of memorabilia."
"What are you saying? She's a crew member of some secret space mission?"
"I don't know, Cath, I just don't know," Nick said with a furrowed brow.
Dave made his way from the coroner's truck and bent down to check the bodies liver temp and document the condition of the body.
"Hey, Dave, take a scraping from underneath her nails," Catherine said as she looked over the other pieces of debris.
There was a commotion from the crowd beyond the barriers, and Nick and Catherine turned to look. A man in an identical uniform with a blue undershirt stood frozen. He was staring at the body with tears streaming down his cheeks. He knelt close to the ground and stayed there. He looked as if he wanted to curl into the fetal position and breakdown in the middle of the street. Catherine turned away from the scene and closed her eyes. She hated this part of her job. She took a deep quivering breath and turned back around to walk toward the man.
"Excuse me, sir?" She asked softly as she gently tapped his shoulder. "Is this woman a friend of yours?"
"No…she's family," He said as he wiped his cheeks with his right hand. "What happened?"
"That's what we're trying to figure out," Catherine said in a somber tone.
The man stared at the body, "I know what you're thinking. You're wrong. Cassie wouldn't have jumped. She was happy…and one of the strongest people I…knew."
He choked on the word knew as if the past tense of it was more painful than the scene before him.
"Cassie went down swinging," He said in an angry tone. "I know it. And I know what to do about it too."
Catherine watched with curiosity as the man turned and walked away. She could have sworn she saw him lift his wrist to his mouth and speak into something. He glanced back at the crime scene one last time before he disappeared around the corner. She made out one word that had crossed his lips. You didn't spend years with Gil Grissom and not learn a thing or two about lip reading. But the word didn't make any sense…at least not to her.
The word was "Onyx".