Finally! It felt like it took me forever just to finish this.
I forgot to say this in the last one so I'll say it now; at the end of this story, there is the possibility of unanswered questions though I will try to avoid it. The main purpose of this is the idea of the Bleach world meeting the CSI, and that is what I'm doing. As long as that is fulfilled, then I don't really give a damn to the other little things. So I do twist things to make it work my way but I like it to still make some sort of sense in some sort of way though hence the unanswered question that may come up. (Did any of that even make sense?)
I'll say it in here just in case no one seen it in my profile; the language barrier shall be ignored to make my life easier. Also, I don't live in LV or anywhere near it so if I do have any discriptions or anything regarding it or whatever there, it shall be vague and I don't want to make complete assumptions either since ya' never know; some idiot might take it for real and before you realize it, they'll start sterotyping.
Oh, yeah I have noticed my mistake of typing LA instead of LV but I too lazy to bother to change that.
Edit: Finally, I've updated... Well actually it's not really an update, just some editing done since some of you have been asking me questions about the evidence. Not much has changed so if you've read it before, you can skip most of the beginning. I have added a little extra but nothing really big. Now before I bore you to death with my notes, here's the chapter.
Fear in Mind
Chapter 1
By the time Catherine had arrived, Grissom was already there. The alleyway was blocked off by bright yellow 'caution' tapes which glowed from all the police lights. An ambulance was also on stand by as he finished the last of his talk with the officer.
He greeted her.
"Hey."
"Hey. I suppose the sixth victim is waiting?"
"Yeah," he began as they walked towards the alley. "Had a chat with the officer; it seems that he might have seen the suspect."
"The suspect?"
"He said that by the time he got to the scene, the victim was already dead. Saw a figure; asked what the person was doing, but person moved and he got nervous; grabbed his gun but was knocked before he could shoot."
"So he didn't get a good look at the suspect," she said, disappointed. The air was heavy with the smell of metal. She turned on her flash light.
"No," he admitted, following suit and turning his on as well. "Everything happened too fast and it was too dark. On the other note, he said that the suspect couldn't be over 5 feet tall, wearing strange clothing and before he was knocked out, he said he saw a blur of black and white."
Catherine exhaled and walked over to survey the area around the body, Grissom remained to examine the dumpster.
"Strange clothing; how very descriptive."
"Not the best word to use when you're in Vegas."
She nodded in agreement but without turning back. Her eyes continued to scan the ground for any clues. Just when she was about to get tired at looking at the arrays of splattered blood, something caught her eyes.
"Wait a minute… I think I found something."
"Yeah?" Grissom glanced back at her. "I did too. What's yours?"
"An isolated blood splatter…" She bent down to get a better look, setting her kit on a blood free spot. "The direction is opposite compared to the rest and it's a medium velocity as well." Opening her kit, she took out a swab and dabbed it on the blood. "I'm taking a sample to send to DNA. Hopefully it'll give us a clue to who our killer is… What's yours?"
"A dent."
"A dent?" Now it was her turn to glance back. She gave him a confused look.
"That and… a hair sample." Using a pair of tweezers, he dislodged it from its place on the dumpster to examine it better. "Huh… did you know that 1 in 17,000 human beings have some type of albinism?"
Catherine raised a brow. "Excuse me?"
"But only about 1 in 40,000 people have the most severe type of albinism which can result in white hair. No elderly could do something like this…"
"Wait a minute…" She got up and walked over to Grissom. "The killer had murdered 5 people over the past five nights and all of a sudden he makes such big mistakes? Along with the blood, I found slide marks, and a shoeprint with some sort of organic fiber." She motioned her area and held up a bag with the fiber to emphasize her point.
"That's not right."
"No it isn't," Grissom agreed. His flash light was now scanning the walls.
"So what happened?"
The light finally landed on a specific part on the wall. On the brick wall, was a long, curved scar; like something had cut into it when whatever the 'it' was swung. There was an ominous feeling as the two starred at it.
Grissom was the first of break away from it. He turned to Catherine.
"He was interrupted."
"What can you tell me about the body?"
The old medic examiner glanced at him for a moment before looking back down at the body. It was just for a second but his eyes looked as if it was saying 'do you really need to ask?'
"Nothing different from last time; C.O.D was laceration to the neck, severed the carotid artery as well as all other blood vessels in the neck up 'til the spine which the murder left attached."
He then reached for the right hand and held it up to Grissom. "The ends of the fingers were removed post mortem as well the face, which was skinned, then the skull was bashed to pieces—"
"—to further prevent us from identifying the victim," Grissom finished.
"…Right.
"After that, he just did what ever he wanted with the body." The cover was raised to reveal the rest of the body. "I can't even do an autopsy even if I want to," he muttered.
"The organs inside were mashed up until it was turned to a pile of goop. It's different compared to the previous two where the heart, lungs, and liver were removed, and tossed aside. But it is similar to the third victim where the organs were found squished out from a stab would; also post mortem.
"I've seen some pretty weird stuff over the years, but this one really takes the cake. If the murderer is killing just for the love of killing, why do all those stuff only after the victim is dead?"
Grissom's face was still impassive.
"Why indeed."
"Sixth murder victim found. New evidence may help find killer."
"Last night at about 10:29 the body of a young woman was discovered in the alley was of... details are sketchy... unsure but it may provide a break through... Tension among the public are still high..."
Catherine quickly scanned though the article. There was no need to thoroughly read something containing what she already knew (or at least that's what she hoped). The front page news had a large picture of both her and Grissom crossing the yellow tape into the crime scene.
"Well that was fast," Grissom remarked, pulling her attention away from the article. She hwas in Grissom's office to give him news about the DNA result.
Setting the article down on his desk, she replied, "Yeah, well, this guy has been killing people every night in the most gruesome way possible without leaving any evidence. The people are getting nervous and so are the higher ups. This case has been put on the top priority list."
"I see…"
"Turns out you were right; our current suspect is in fact an albino… OCA1b?"
"OCA1b," Grissom repeated. "Oculocutaneous albinism type one; least amount of melanin pigments resulting in pale skin, yellow or white hair, and light blue eyes with the rare occasion of pink or violet. The 'b' stands for the second variation of OCA1 – which also has several subtypes – where the person can tan and develop pigments."
"Okay, so what do we do now? DNA doesn't match any know persons in our database. Do we alert the media and see if they can help—"
"No."
"Why not?"
"We aren't sure whether this person is the killer yet. From the evidence gathered, there might have been a witness during the murder. As you've said before, the people are getting nervous and contrary to the popular belief, albinism isn't all that rare. The media isn't all that reliable either; one word that the suspect might be an albino and all hell will break loose. People will go out of their way to find any albino and accuse them of being the murderer… and we'll be accused of being bias."
Shunpo-ing wouldn't have been a good idea, lest someone decided to look up and see a human figure jumping around with inhuman abilities – especially if it was in the air. Instead he had decided to do it the old fashioned way; walking.
To his dismay, his suspicions had been conformed in the morning. All it took was one reply through the door on whether he wanted his room cleaned or not to know that he could be seen. After all, if he could be heard, then he could be seen. It was only reinforced when he opened the door to let the maid in.
Then another thought struck him. Urahara had supplied him with one of his prized portable gigai without charging him extra. When he had asked the 'humble' shopkeeper for his reasons, he just shrugged and said:
"Well it is a foreign place and it wouldn't be too wise to have a mod-soul running around clueless."
He hadn't got what he meant by that but didn't bother to pry further, keeping it in the back of his mind for later. Now thinking, when the ex-captain of the twelfth had answered, his face had been hidden behind his fan. As if to hide an all knowing smile plastered on his face.
Okay…
He'd rather not think about it. His zanpakutou was slung on his right shoulder, covered to look less conspicuous, not that anyone was even giving it a second glance. They all seemed to be too busy to really care. It just reminded him how foreign this place was. The only thing that seemed to remain the same was that people still stared at the way he looked, but even that was more out of curiosity than fear and suspicions. Some even walked past him without giving him a glance.
A sudden scream pierced the air.
Hitsugaya stopped in his tracks and quickly pulled out his phone. He hadn't been to only one to hear the scream as the crowds around him were beginning to murmur in confusion. Too busy to notice though, he quickly broke into a run.
It didn't take him long to find himself in another alleyway. He hadn't even given the hollow time to acknowledge his presence before bringing Hyourinmaru down at its mask. But whether or not the hollow had known he was there, it had still dodged the sudden attack.
The hollow landed several feet away from the dead body and Hitsugaya stood where the previous was. It eyed him carefully as Hitsugaya, not even a glance, stamped the pommel on the soul's forehead to send it on.
Now there were no interruptions.
In the blink of an eye, both disappeared. In another blink, they reappeared; both blades blocking the other to prevent it from touching its wielder. Blink – they disappear. Blink – they reappear – same outcome.
Blink. Blink. Blink.
Still the same – or was it? Something didn't seem right. Hitsugaya could sense it. The hollow wasn't going all out like it was the last time. Instead it seemed to be stalling, but for what he could not tell.
This was pointless, he thought. The enemy may not be getting anywhere, but neither was he.
"So how do you like my gift so far?"
Hitsugaya's eyes narrowed and the two came to a stand still.
"I see…" the hollow trailed off, but he seemed pleased all the same.
Neither one was willing to give the other an opening but both were waiting for the other to attack. Hitsugaya's eyes were fixed on the hollow, trying to read its next movements. Silence soon built between the two. Again that nagging feeling that something was wrong was once again taking up his mind. Just what was the hollow planning to gain from stalling like this? However the didn't get the chance to think too much about it when the hollow spoke.
"Aren't you curious about my ability, boy?"
"I makes me visible, so what?"
"Tsk, tsk, no need to act so cold" the hollow scolded, earning a growl from the white-haired captain. "Anyways, you are correct...to an extent. Materialized be the better word to describe it. My spiritual energy gives spirits like us a sort of denser form to which a normal human's eye is capable of seeing us. You became visible the moment you got that cut on you face and you'll be stuck that way as long as my energy exists. I on the other hand, can switch whenever I please."
"I see..." A smirk found its way on Hitsugaya's face. "You're telling me that as long as I kill you, and you're spiritual energy disappears, then it'll be back to normal." It was stated.
The hollow seemed to careless at what he knew. "Yup, that's exactly it. But it ain't gonna happen so easily. You're gonna have a hell of a time trying to explain that to the police."
"What!?"
The sound of sirens soon filled the air, causing Hitsugaya to momentarily lose focus. But the slight falter was just what the hollow was looking for as it swung its right arm to be blocked by the zanpakutou, and act as a diversion from the left coming from below.
A disgusting splatter sound could be heard as blood landed on the ground and surrounding walls in large quantities. His legs gave from the pain and massive blood loss that even now was still flowing out of his wound. Hyourinmaru fell with a loud 'clank' as it met with the hard ground.
Damn, the police would be here any minute. The hollow's laughter echoed with a howl.
"Fooled ya', didn't I? I'd better be going before the cops show up. Too bad I won't be there to see how it goes when you try to explain this one to them, I'm pretty sure it will be an interesting one."
"Damn it, get back here!"
"See ya'!" and the hollow was gone.
The sirens got louder until he could see the bright flashes from the police cars parked outside of both entrances. Several police officers got out and ran towards him with guns out.
"Don't move!" one of them ordered.
Hitsugaya didn't bother. He could easily get away, but it would be pointless. They've already got a good look at him; it would be easy to track someone like him down. Inwardly he laughed, but whether if it was for his own incompetence or the fact that he decided to accept the challenge, he did not know.
Blood loss finally taking its effects; his vision went blurry and everything went dark.
I've just realized that I totally forgot Brass at the beginning. Oh well, they don't call it a fanfiction for nothing.
The facts about albinism is true in case your wondering. I added that since it just seemed proper. And now you know if Hitsu was real, he'd be OCA1b. Oh and I know writers generally describe him with pale skin, I mean I do agree that it would seem right to, but if you seriously look; you'd see that he actually has tanned skin. So I'm going with that.
Hmm... Is that all? Yeah I think it is. Next up! Bleach world and CSI finally meet: Hitsugaya in for questioning!
Edit: So there you have it. I hope that sort of answers some of your questions. I didn't really put much detail in it and I know that still doesn't really explain the hair, but just work with me. I read somewhere that they said the spiritual body was supposed to replicate that of when they were alive and I used the word "materialized" so he's not just visible, but he has like a more physical form. That is why they can do DNA testing and such.
Anyways it just goes something like that. If you still don't understand then just work with me, okay?
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