OOM: you cannot break the law...
"Sweetheart, I'll be there in a minute, I promise--" Catherine's on her cellphone, tapping a pen against her teeth as she scribbles answers on a form. "What about the DNA samples, have those been cleared yet? ...No, I know Greg's backlogged, but if we're going to get this case through to the DA..."
Lindsey mopes and trundles from the room, shuffling in her pink nightie as she holds the picture book to her chest. Her mother watches her go with a sigh, looking down at the piles of paperwork yet to be done. Two reports. One missing-evidence log. A stack of photos, five blood spatter analyses...
She groans softly. She's exhausted, dammit. She's contemplating saying screw it all and getting a coffee before chasing her daughter into bed--when something outside catches her attention.
From the kitchen, she can hear sounds of scuffling, scraping. "Lindsey, I said no more cookies," she warns at the top of her voice as she gets to her feet. "Sorry, Gil, one moment--"
The phone drops to the desk as she moves towards the open window. The sound of distant cars rumbling and doors slamming shut filters through, beneath and through the sound of rustling leaves. She feels the wind in her face as she lowers her head to peer outside. There, a glint of light somewhere, between the trees--
The glass shatters, the air shatters, the silence shatters with the sound of a gunshot. Twice.
Lindsey screams and cannot stop screaming.
[ooc: For show viewers, slightly out of tune with current CSI-canon. My apologies if anyone got mixed up--I blame it on Catherine being a blonde...
From a far-off hospital room: "Heyyyyyy!"]