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At the CSI Base
Stacey Chang was sitting in his chair waiting for the evidence to arrive for him to look at via the computer, he started the computer and had all the needed programs up and ready in addition to a game of Solitary that he was playing.

At the Crime Scene
Inside of the victim's house Stephine was crying while trying to talk between sobs, "I can't believe this. Why would anyone want to hurt Shelly?" after rubbing her eyes with her hand she asked the group, "Is there anything I can do help, and can I call my boss to explain what's going on?" Meanwhile outside, the victim was floating, belly down, in the pool while showing the bullet-like wound in the area of her left ribs along with the western side of the pool and on the pool's floor being covered with glass and bullet fragments as something distance something that looked like bent, white pipes could be seen in the bushes.

Pein was at the crime scene red and blue lights blurring annoying his eyesight. Pein took out from a little pouch a flashlight and walked around to the back unhinging the lock to the door. Once in the backyard he saw the pool was illuminated and somewhat of a mist was being given off. He walked towards the pool examining it he saw that there was a bullet wound that had penetrated her side. Pein wanted to check the chlorine level and the temperature of the pool. He waited for his other squad members to show up and help with the investigation, and for the mortician to come and fish out the body.

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As Jin and Leslie pulled up to the scene, the police chief flagged them down. "I hope you didn't eat breakfast. Its quite a scene back there." he said, pointing to behind the house. From what the call had said, it was a female, floating in the back of a glass-filled pool. The pair stepped out into the gleaming sun, and walked to the back. The vic looked about twenty-three, and had a bullet in her side. As the other members of the team congregated, the coroners were finally successful in fishing the woman out the side of the pool. Jin stepped into the house, which appeared fine. Nothing broken, out of place, or anything of the like. All of this pointed to the fact that it wasn't just a robbery gone wrong. None of them had ruled out the possibility of rape, either, but they wouldn't have any concrete evidence until they got her to the morgue.

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Ian fumbled with the sliding back door, as was his routine whenever the van pulled up to a scene; it was his routine to curse under his breath whenever it jammed or simply wouldn't budge.
"Goddamn technology— Umph!" He whispered when it finally slid open with a screeching noise. Climbing down onto the pavement, analysis pack on shoulder, he responded to the police officer's antic: "I look at cells for a living. What's so bad that'd make any of us queasy?" He turned to Jin with a smile, expecting a laugh or two. When none came*, he grumbled a bit and stepped up onto the sidewalk, beginning his trek around the massive red house.

*- Tell me if either of these are wrong and I'll change it.

It was another day in the land down other. Em still hadn't picked up the accent, thank god. She persnally found it rather tiring after awhile. She was starting with a new CSI Team today, in fact this would be her first time getting a chance to work with others. Usually she just worked in small labs in small areas. When Emily got to the base, or whatever they called the lab, she was told there was a call made. She was given the information and started for the scene.

Getting out of her silver car, she brushed her long curled hair back and walked over to the small huddled people. "Hey there...I'm CSI Stanger, this is my first time reporting. I'm here to help with Ballastics." She smiled to Pein. "Are you the one in charge here?" She asked and held out her hand.

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"'Ballastics'? I guess you're a pure-bred Aussie, ar'n't you? Heh heh," Ian responded when a young woman, who seemed too naïve to know anything about forensics but wore their badge nonetheless, came up to Jin, Leslie and him and asked them who the team leader was.
"Welcome to the ... team ..." He assumed she was new.
"But young Miss Jones is in the other van. We're just the analysts, an' we have work to do."
Ian knew what she expected when she held out her hand, but instead slepped it with his palm in a "high-five" as he walked past her and through the front property. When he was far enough away, he looked over hs shoulder and smiled a big, silly grin until he rounded the corner of the building, almost stepping through the elaborate garden that hugged the perimeter.

At the Crime Scene
Stephine walked up to the group and asked with her voice cracking, "Is there anything I can do to help? I know just about everything about her as we stay in near constant contact with her, and I know where just about all her items are…" but she started to cry once again before leading them into the average-size, red brick house towards the pool and repeating what she told them over the phone. Meanwhile, the wind started to blow from the coast and a series of clouds started to roll in along with a quiet rumbling sound before she showed the group the crime scene and telling the group, "I guess I should leave you to your job, if you need any more information I'll provide you with my cell, house, and work phone numbers, and I tell you anything you need to know, but I still…believe…s-s-somebody would…" she started to sob once again as she left them be.

Some patrol officers went and helped the poor gilr and got her contact information. Em looked to her and then to down at her hand. She wondered, 'Was I just given a high five?' She wondered. 'More like a low five...' She thought and sighed. Already she felt like she was an outcast of the team. If they even really called them selves one.

Emily just put on her usual smile and went to work on getting the bullet out of the body, though she wondered if she should wait for the medical examiner, if they had one. The girl crouched near the body but then stood up, she couldn't take it out of the pool. It wasn't her place. Already she had doubts about this. It was hard being the new girl that no one liked or wanted to get to know. Then again, work was work. And work was not surely not a social event.

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(Not yet, to my knowledge. But then again, it would be easy if she was determined enough.)

Dun-Dun, the thin wooden door at the back of the house bellowed back when Ian struck it. As he waited for the victim's family, a Miss Stephine, to answer, he leaned his weight on one foot and peered toward the pool. Someone was observing Shelly.
Stop following me! Go do yer job! Ian joked to himself as he waited, placing his large pilot shades from his collar to the bridge of his nose. "It makes me more intimidating," he'd say if anyone asked him about them.
"Yes?" Stephine answered through the screen, her arms across her rather voluptuous chest. Ian praised himself for accidentally saving himself from what could have become a very embarrassing offense.
"I need to examine Shelly's room," Ian answered in a voice slightly deeper and more gravely than his normal.
"Why?"
"Genetic evidence. We'll sort her in our Victims Files, and there might be traces pointing to a possible suspect." He peered around the corner and back again.
"Or are you going to make me get a warrant?" He teased, smiling despite Stephine's always grim expression.
Not a good crowd, it seems ... It returned to a thin, straight line across the bottom of his face.
"Uh, may I just ... come inside? Please, it will definitely help this case ease along."
Stephine's statue-like stillness was eventually broken when she slowly, steadily reached for the screen door. Ian did not open the thicker wooden one as to not irritate her.
"Thank you," he mumbled, raising his eyebrows in an expression of irritation from behind the shades.

Leslie made her way around the pool, her eyes focused on the ground below her feet. A small crack at her feet brought her attention back to the ground. She cocked her head to the side and set her brief case down, the crouched down beside it. Taking a small set of tweezers, she picked up the small peice of glass that littered the outside of the pool, and placed it gently in a clear bag. She had been on scenes before, but never one where the victim was in the pool. Leslie sighed and sat up, her blue eyes glancing back at the water that was slightly tainted with blood. She frowned and shook her head, getting the hair away from her eyes and continued on with her work

(I know, it's short. I'm stuck babysitting my two-year old cousin, and he's staying the night.)

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