HURRR"S MY CHAPPIE! sorry it took so long but i had writer's block even though this is just the first chapter :). hahhaha not a good sign....
Amelia tapped her foot nervously, as she waited for Agent Stallos to enter the building. Today was the day she was going to shadow her advisor on a case, and determining how she did, would decide if she would he promoted to a senior position. Amelia greeted Nick Stokes, as he briskly walked into the building. She watched him go to the locker room, when she heard a car pulling into the CSI headquarters parking lot. Angela Stallos had finally arrived.
Amelia quickly ran into the building and towards the locker rooms when she tripped spastically and broke her heel. Her eyes began to well up at the dull pain that was building up. As she got up with one broken heel in hand, she watched an intern nervously shift her weight from one leg to another. It was weird to think that was her about a year ago; a nervous, smiling young woman who didn’t know what she was in for.
Not wanting to Agent Stallos to see her with one shoe on, she quickly pulled off the other one and ran to the locker room. She pushed open the door and walked over to her locker, wiping off the beads of sweat that were forming on her forehead.
“45….12…6,” she said to herself. Click. She opened her locker, and pulled out her back up pair of shoes, violently throwing her broken heels into the locker. She glanced at herself in the small mirror that was hanging in her locker. She cupped her hair that was fastened into a tight bun, checking if a hair had popped out while she was running. She smoothed down her crinkled shirt when she heard someone come into the locker room. She quickly popped her head past the row of lockers and saw it was Agent Stokes. A few seconds after Nick had come in, she heard someone else open the door.
“Hey there pretty,” she heard Nick say to the mystery person.
“Hi Nick. Let go. You know we can’t be seen together at work.” Amelia put her hand over her mouth. Agent Stallos? And Nick?! WHAT?! She stood in silence, her body pressed up against the lockers, not daring to move or make a sound. Once they both left, Amelia swiftly ran out of the locker room.
She caught up with Agent Stallos, who was walking towards the meeting room.
“Hello Agent Stallos,” Amelia said, trying not to let the nervousness show up in her voice.
“Hello Amelia. As you know, today you will be shadowing me in a case that just came up.” Angela handed her the card with the information.
Amelia quickly read over it, and she felt her jaw drop. Denise Jonas? Mother of the Jonas Brothers? She nodded, showing Angela that she can be professional. “When are we going to the crime scene?”
“Well first we have to go to a meeting but after we—“ Angela was cut short by the sound of her vibrating phone. She quickly opened it, and her eyes glanced across the screen. “Scratch that. We’re going to the crime scene now.”
Along with Warrick (note: he is a CSI in the show :]), they headed towards the Bellagio. Amelia hurried to catch up with the quick pace of the senior CSI’s. They crossed the yellow police line, and what she saw made her gasp.
The lifeless body of Denise Jonas was laying across garbage bags, her shirt drenched in blood.
“Oh my god.”
