All Rachel could see was blood. Normal people would be bothered by the amount of blood on the crime scene. Rachel had seen it all before. This was an all too common case of lovers taking it one step too far. A man couldn’t be much older than her with an all American face was lying in a pool of his own blood. Next to him lay a knife and his empty wallet. Noah had just finished taking pictures of the scene and came up behind her, “His name was Sam Evans.”
Rachel looked up at the mohawked man smirking slightly, “I read the file, Noah. By the way where are the detectives working this case?” Noah laughed softly before pointing to a corner, “The big one got sick so the blonde took him to the window.” Rachel shook her head before going over to where the two detectives stood. One was a huge brown haired man who looked slightly green. His badge pinned to his chest, he nodded at her, “I’m Detective Hudson, and this is my partner Detective Fabray.” The beautiful blonde looked up from her notes and smiled slightly, “You must be CSI Rachel Berry, right?” Rachel nodded pulling her CSI jacket closer, “Yes. What have you gathered about the victim, so far?”
Quinn read off her note pad, “Well he was a popular singer at the bar down the street. He had a lot of girlfriends but…he was gay. His boyfriend’s picture is by his bed. We are trying to get in contact with his family as we speak.” “Great, we’ll get the body back to the morgue and give you a call once the autopsy is complete.” Rachel said starting out the door. The way Quinn looked at her made her shiver. Wow…that girl was beautiful. What was she doing being a police officer instead of some high class model, well everyone asked Rachel the same thing, what had happened to her Broadway dreams. They all went out the window with her first forensic class in college. Now she ran the place pretty much.
Fixing her New York City badge she headed out Noah on her tail. “Hey, Rach, what did you think of the blonde? Think I have a chance?” Rachel laughed and lifted a hand to cup his cheek. “She’s out of your league, Jew Bro. Plus…I don’t think she plays for your team.” Rachel turned and climbed into her car. Well just another day on the job.