Just so you know, guys, I'm not that good at writing but I decided to give it a try anyway. This story is kinda based on the CSI TV show but it's set in Seattle, WA and it has, of course, different team members. The members are mostly based on my close friends.

Carrying my crime scene kit, I walked into the house and there were two bodies leaning against each other on the couch, seemingly asleep. But when I walked around to the front of the couch, the woman had a gunshot wound to the head and the man’s throat was slit. There wasn’t much blood spatter on the man so his death was quick and the woman’s was also quick. I could see that the killer had put the gun directly on her head and shot her. There was blood spatter on the couch and there was a postmortem bruise on her forehead the shape of a gun muzzle. Mark was already there, talking with some of the police officers. He looked at me and said, “This case is all yours. I’m working on another one with Anita. There’s another body downstairs. Dawn’s already there. Why don’t you help her out until the ME clears this body?”

“Sure,” I replied and headed to the stairs. Dawn came up the stairs, muttering to herself about me not being there and then she looked up and jumped, startled. I grinned and said, “Hi. I’m here now so you can stop muttering.”

“Sorry.”

“Well, what’s the situation downstairs?” I said.

She replied with, “Girl downstairs’ about 16 years old. Has multiple stab wounds. I’m still waiting on the ME to give me the C.O.D and T.O.D.”

“I was just talking with him and he said he’d be down shortly.”

“Good… Also, I still need him to clear it so I can move the body!”

“Whoa! What’s with the bad attitude?”

She glared at me and said, “I’ve been waiting for four hours for the ME to come down here! What do you expect?”

“Whoa, whoa. When did you get on the scene? At, like, 11?”

“Yeah, basically,” she snapped angrily.

“Wow. The ME’s taking too long with the bodies upstairs… Hmm. I’ll go have a little talk with him.”

I turned around and headed back up the stairs. When I arrived in the living room, the ME was nowhere in sight, so I asked Tatiana where he was. She replied with a roll of her eyes and then she said, “He keeps being called to other crime scenes where the cops thought it was homicide but only suicides or accidental deaths.”

I replied with “The ME’s supposed to clear these first, then go to those scenes… Oh, wait, he’s new right?”

“Yeah. I tried to tell him what you just said, but he just didn’t listen,” said Tatiana.

I sighed and thanked her. As I was going back down the stairs, I yelled to Dawn that the ME was new and he would be down soon. I explained to her why he had taken so long. “Well, in my opinion, he should be sent back to the Police Academy or wherever he learned from and retake the classes,” she said with an annoyed expression.

The ME, whose name was Gary, apologized for his mistake and looked over the body of the girl and he said, “The C.O.D is either massive external and internal bleeding or a stab directly in the heart. T.O.D is 12 o’ clock.” He looked up at us and said, “She was killed either before her lunch or shortly after. Only autopsy will tell us that, and I’m not looking forward to it.”

Dawn made a disgusted noise and commented, “I’m sure… Well, can we move the body now?”

“Yeah. That is, if you’ve got all the shots you need.”

She replied quickly with a sharp comment. “I’ve been waiting for you to clear the body for four hours! Do you really think I would just stand around here waiting? I’ve been collecting evidence from other rooms. And as for you,” she said, turning on me, “Why did you arrive late? Hmm?”

She cocked one eyebrow and waited for my answer. I gave her my best Mr. Spock impersonation and replied, “I was at the lab, finishing up a case and putting the evidence away.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

I told her, “It’s OK. I should have been here earlier anyway. But there is a good side to me being late… You were able to get all of the evidence we’ll probably need, and if I had been here, we would have been bored sooner.”

“True,” She shrugged and said, “We should be headed back to the lab anyway.” So we said our goodbyes to Gary and headed out to my SUV.