Fanfiction Csi Novels & Stories

I don’t even know what happened really, no one knows, all the images on the cameras the police found mysteriously disappeared and I can’t tell her I am trying to find the guy that killed my mother and that I try to put dangerous people behind bars. “Someone broke into my house, and they trashed it,” I say and she covers her mouth after gasping. “Is that why the CSI was here? I have to tell you, one of the guys was sexy as fuck. I tried getting information out of him, but he didn’t even look my way,” she says, shaking her head. “He looked like he had just come out of a fashion show, bright blue eyes…” she says dreamingly. “Well, I am sorry he didn’t look at you the way you wanted,” I say and

He reached over, grabbed a couple extra napkins, silently offered them to her, and continued to wait while she attempted to compose herself. "I don't know where to start." She sniffed, staring off into space while trying to figure out how to tell him. "How about the beginning?" Randy sat back in his chair and crossed his arms, watching her, like he was willing her to be truthful. Weak and exhausted and too damn scared to do this on her own, Cassie accepted that it was time. Knowing that she could fully trust Randy, a sense of calm came over her, and like an erupting volcano, the entire story spilled from her lips. Everything from the precognitive dream that mimicked her husband's indiscretio

^^^^^^^^ The wine today is a little too bitter. But hey! I got spicy chicken! As long as I have this spicy chicken, some wine, this couch, my blanket and CSI, I'm perfectly okay. The lead detective on CSI is crying bitterly because his mom was shot dead. He's such a girl. He should get over it. He starts crying so loudly, in front of his friends and I'm laughing so hard at this scene. It's just hilarious. Someone knocks on the door. That's odd. I was not expecting anyone. Not at this time.