Hi, Fellas. CSI series is back. I decided to put CSI: Coruscant and CSI: Nar Shaddaa together.

This is NOT an epic or adventure fiction. This is indeed a DETECTIVE fiction. If you feel don't like it, please don't read along.

I want to thank to everybody, includes Pottsie, Dark_Lady, JediMaster12, Jae Onasi, stingerhs, and other members in this forum.

Disclaimer: Includes, but not limited to, Star Wars, and its logo belongs to Lucas Arts Ltd. CSI and its logo belong to CBS Studios, Jerry Bruckheimer, and Atlantic Alliance. This fiction is not intended to be commercial use, just for fun.

This Episode was orginated from:

CSI: Crime Scene Investigation Episode 222: Cross Jurisdictions
CSI: Miami Episode 100: Cross Jurisdictions

Prologue

Nights at Coruscant were as sparky as usual.

The parties between upper-class people were as crowded as usual.

A lot of speeders whooshed down from the sky and drove into the parking spaces in front of the mansion. A couple of gate guards checked their identification and waved them in.

On the grassland, some Humans, Twi’leks, Rodians, Arhans, and other races from various planets were talking excitingly and some girls were giggling.
In the mansion, the lights had not only brightened the house, but also brightened the people’s moods. The rock music was playing, and the volume was loud enough to tear the roof over. Very many people were talking excitingly, giggling, and laughing.

A lot of hands were picking up foods, pouring wines, and putting down plates.
In the party, a lot of people were kissing.

Outside the house, still more and more people were coming. The guards were parking the speeders. A little girl stood by the window and looked into the dark sky. Even wondering what she was thinking? Nope. You have to guess. From her view, some pairs were playing on the grass.

Back into the room, the host was talking with his Togruta “girlfriend” when a Twi’lek came and hugged him. They all laughed.

“We should have these parties more than once a month.” She exclaimed excitingly.

“I would, but Opralli tend to get jealous.”

“I love you, Jabus, but if anybody should be jealous, it’s you.” Lohlaes’irn, the Twi’lek replied to Opralli, the Togruta.

They all laughed and Jabus Nelsiri noticed a man was standing near the door, looking at him. Because of the shadow, he can’t see his face.

“Who’s that guy?” Jabus asked.

“Hey, Jabus, I didn’t know you were into guys, too.” Lohlaes’irn smirked.

Then Opralli turned around to see that mysterious guy, but he vanished: “What guy?”

The guy was gone.

At the second floor, Savcen Nelsiri opened the door alarmly and made sure that nobody will disturb her, then she sighed and closed the door quietly. Then she ran into the warm bed cover. Before went to sleeping, she glanced at the clock: 12:20 am.

Then she slept. [i]What a party. She thought.

----

3:45 am.

She was woken up by two blaster shots. Her eyes widened and got up quietly.

“Daddy?” She attempted to get a reply.

Silence.

She climbed out of the bed, then the door opened and revealed a man’s outline.

Her face suddenly became as pale as ghost.

----

The Security Force’s speeders parked in front of the mansion in matter of minutes.

“So, two days ago, he had a party.” Arren walked into the mansion with Nihilus, frowning, and Mira, who looked up the stairs, “High-end guest list, very private. That’s when everyone see him. Housekeeper arrives 20 minutes ago. This is what she found.” Arren lead them to the dining room. Nihilus and Mira frowned:

A apple blocked Jabus Nelsiri’s mouth. Jabus, stripped off the clothes, posed like a roast pig on the dining table, only without the dishes.

Mira’s mouth opened wide and Arren nodded emotionlessly.

“Ex-chief of detectives. Left to make the big bucks.” Mira concluded, “Consulting to the security at every major hotel in town, and couldn’t even protect himself.”

“There’s only 1 interpretation for this,” Nihilus observed when Arren turned to him, “ ‘Kill the pig.’”

“And what about the rest of his family?” Mira asked.

“No sign of the wife.” Arren shook her head.

“What about the daughter?” Mira asked again.

“Housekeeper assumed that she spent the weekend with the grandmother.”

“Assumed?” Mira ran upstairs to Savcen’s room and looked around. She looked into the clothes shelves and opened the bed cover. No one was there.

Nihilus and Arren came in, Mira said with a sigh: “She’s gone.”

Sweet! It started off a little shaky, but the rest of it was great. I can't wait to read more (although I guess I have to). Keep up the good work! :D

Very good Prologue CSI. Thanks for the credit in the first post too. Both Nar Shaddaa and Coruscant together. I like both planets, so I don't know who I'd want to win. Looking foward to more as always.

Very good Prologue CSI. Thanks for the credit in the first post too. Both Nar Shaddaa and Coruscant together. I like both planets, so I don't know who I'd want to win. Looking foward to more as always.

Yes, I combined them together, but however, it's not a race. Later I should open a vote for which one is better, CSI Coruscant or CSI Nar Shaddaa in this "Pilot Episode".

Very good CSI. The description is excellent. I see grammar and spelling are improved. As to that part about the kissing, that is fine. What you should censor are things of intimate nature. Often subtle hints imply what is going on and is better than outright saying it like a few erotic novels I have read. I still shudder at the memory of it.
Anyway good job and I'll have your beta for you ASAP.

[Off topic: I want to thank you to be here for showing your support and concern on my story. I'll let crew in CSI Nar Shaddaa appear in next chapter, hopefully.]

Chapter 1

“His wife and daughter are missing,” Outside the mansion, Nihilus made a short brief to Malak, Carth, and Visas, “His silver Grand Prix GT Speeder is also missing. We’re looking for any signs of forced entry in the house, any signs of ransack that’s not associated with the party.” Then they walked towards the mansion.

Visas frowned: “OK.” Such a high profile case, She thought.

They were greeted by Malak’s nemesis, Detective Arren Kae. She spoke in a calm tone: “We need serious damage control. When the media gets ahold of it, it’s going to be bad for morale all around.” Arren noted the reporters were just like wind. They will get any valuable and exclusive footages with any cost. “So watch your step.” Arren said finally.

“I’ll take the downstairs.” Malak said after Nihilus.

“OK, I’ll be above you.” Carth nodded and backed Malak up.

----

“Looks like Execution-Style.” Nihilus observed the corpse under the aid of Jolee Bindo, the chief medical examiner. Mira was looking around for any trace around the corpse.

“At least one shot to the back of the head.” Jolee nodded and indicated the wounds, and he noted the victim’s hands, “And a lot of bruising around these handcuffs.”

“So he probably fought back.” Nihilus nodded.

“Without a doubt.” Jolee approved.

“Found a blaster hole.” Mira announced and both Nihilus and Jolee raised up their heads. Then Nihilus moved to the hole and bent down to do a close observe to the hole: “Nine-millimeter, standard issue. They’re widely used among the Security Force Officers.” The blasters are penetrable through almost every surfaces.

“So where do you suppose the chief keeps his gun safe?” Mira asked Nihilus.

Nihilus fell back to his thinking. Jolee said nothing.

----

Behind a secret door, a safe mysteriously appeared when a locksmith opened it. Then he pulled out a lightdagger, carefully inserted it near the lock, then used the Force Sight to spot the right spot of gears of the lock. Behind him, Arren and Mira was looking at him curiously. Slowly, he turned the code plate a few times, then with a faint “click”, the lock surrendered and he opened the safe door.

“We’re in.” He said professionally.

“Thank you.” Mira appreciated him.

“No problem.” He replied.

“What do you got?” Arren asked Mira when she bent down to take out items inside the safe.

Mira said nothing but handed her a small blaster. Arren took a look at the caliber: “.38.”

Then Mira found another even smaller blaster: “Nice.”

“Pearl handle .25.” Arren observed.

“Clear? I’m looking for that .9.” Mira reached out for that blaster box. Putting it on the desk, she opened the box. The former Security Force badge was inside, but the .9mm blaster was gone. “So you think the chief might have kept his signature piece someplace else?” Mira asked Arren.

Arren frowned and thought deliberately: “No. Look at this, ‘For 25 years of distinguished service.’ A honor like that. Keep it in the case.”

“Yeah.” Mira sighed, then nodded reluctantly.

----

On the way to the gate, Mira thought aloud: “So I’m thinking that the wife might be on this.”

Nihilus turned to face Mira: “Why didn’t she plan better? Pack the kid’s clothes.”

“What?”

“The nanny told me that she only took one shirt—one the kid wouldn’t even wear.”

“The Security guard.” Zaalbar, the Wookie detective, introduced the security guard to them, “He did see each speeder that left that night of the party, and morning.”

“Chief Nelsiri left around 5 a.m.” The security guard looked up at his journal, “5:14, to be exact.”

At 5:14 in the morning, he saw a man driving the Chief’s speeder and drove out of the gate. The driver waved to him and Ms. Nelsiri and her daughter, Savcen, sitting by her.

“You saw Chief Nelsiri leave?” Nihilus asked suspiciously.

“Yeah, he was with his wife and kid.” The Security guard answered, “And he had his baseball cap and sunglasses on, like he always does.”

“So you saw a baseball cap and sunglasses.” Mira interrupted.

Then the intercom beeped to indicate a call is for Nihilus.

Then Mira continued: “Did you actually see the chief’s face?”

“Well, actually, I didn’t.” The security guard admitted.

Nihilus went away to answer the call. He accepted the call, and Arren’s hologram appeared on the base. With some inaudible conversation, Nihilus went back and announced: “Arren found the chief’s Grand Prix.”

Great, just made my day, Mira thought.

Good Chapter CSI. Your Chapter length has improved so much and I'm looking foward to more. Nice to hear the Nar Shaddaa CSI crew might return.

Good Chapter CSI. Your Chapter length has improved so much and I'm looking foward to more. Nice to hear the Nar Shaddaa CSI crew might return.

Thank you very much for compliments. I'll work on Chapter 2 later.

Good job CSI. I can see a lot more in terms or exchange and assessment of the situation. What I think would make it better is if you put a bit of the character's personalities from the game into your fic. I see you have Jolee Bindo as your chief coroner. What would make it really good is to have him say a trademark phrase like "Don't talk back to your elders" or "I'm old dammit!" It gives more personality to the character. It will make the characters more fuller. That is what happene d in the TV series, as each episode came on, you learn more about the characters and what makes them tick. Certain behaviors and attitudes and the like. Consider it. I'm sure it will make the journey worthwhile. :)

Good job CSI. I can see a lot more in terms or exchange and assessment of the situation. What I think would make it better is if you put a bit of the character's personalities from the game into your fic. I see you have Jolee Bindo as your chief coroner. What would make it really good is to have him say a trademark phrase like "Don't talk back to your elders" or "I'm old dammit!" It gives more personality to the character. It will make the characters more fuller. That is what happene d in the TV series, as each episode came on, you learn more about the characters and what makes them tick. Certain behaviors and attitudes and the like. Consider it. I'm sure it will make the journey worthwhile. :)

I will, but can anyone give me a brief list of character's famous personality? Like Bastila's famous line: "Then I suggest we get along" (I don't remember exact words, but correct me if I'm wrong."

Thanks again, JM12.

Bastila is very cultured but also a spoiled Jedi Princess (Canderous' words of course). She lectures much about the darkside. Her get moving line is "Then I suggest we move along."
As to personalities, try the official kotor website with all the info on the game. There is a section that lists famous personalities for certain characters like Carth's character did Scrubs or something and Ed Asner is Vrook. I think Shem knows everyone too so give him a PM.

Bastila is very cultured but also a spoiled Jedi Princess (Canderous' words of course). She lectures much about the darkside. Her get moving line is "Then I suggest we move along."
As to personalities, try the official kotor website with all the info on the game. There is a section that lists famous personalities for certain characters like Carth's character did Scrubs or something and Ed Asner is Vrook. I think Shem knows everyone too so give him a PM.

Eh, huh. Well, Bastila is a Jedi Princess, just like Leia, right...

Well, I'll go check it. Thanks for the info. Also I'll PM Shem about it. Is Shem here?

Shem is a member of LucasForums. He likes to post under the awesome images thread for KOTOR and TSL and he posts the birthday tributes to the voice actors in the Ahto forum. The newest one is to Ed Asner.

[Off topic: I'm just curious about the Hotel Asylum. Well, I heard a lot of people mentioned about it, but I still don't know what it is. Thanks anyway, Pottsie. Slight short chapter, hope you don't mind.]

Chapter 2

“Who found it?” Nihilus asked Arren when Mira and him were approaching the Speeder parking lot.

“In-house security. Blue jacket.” Arren said, “First time he saw the car was Saturday, chalked the tires twice. Saw the bulleting on the chief and called us.” Then she asked an officer when they walked close to the Grand Prix.

“Any bodies?” Mira shouted. She sure has an attitude,Nihilus thought amusingly.

“I already checked inside the car.” One of the officers answered her back.

“We’re waiting on you to check the trunk.” Arren added then let the officer to open the trunk for them.

With some precise handwork, the trunk popped open, there laid the Chief’s body. Dead.

“Whoa.” Then Arren’s intercom rang. “Excuse me,” Arren reached for her intercom.

“Who’s this?” Mira asked deliberately. Nihilus already bent down to study the corpse. When he got up, his left hand was holding a baseball cap with “Coruscant Security Force” sewed on it. Inside the cap, Nihilus noticed a small blood pool: “Chief Nelsiri?”

“What’s his connection to the chief?” Mira asked Nihilus.

“I don’t know.” Nihilus admitted, “But, if he has gunpowder residue on him, could be our shooter.”

“OK.” Arren hung up and announced: “Nar Shaddaa Security Force called. Several swoop bikers saw a human girl matches Savcen’s exact physical description walking along an access road.”

“In Nar Shaddaa?” Nihilus asked Arren in disbelief.

Mira said nothing. Hope Nihilus don’t dispatch me to Nar Shaddaa. She thought.

“Yeah.” Arren said, “Chief was shot at night 2 days ago. You can go buy a ticket for a family and go to Nar Shaddaa by public transportation for 100 Rep credits. It’s a galactic news with galactic attention. I’m not surprised we’re getting call-ins.”

“Well, if she’s our little girl, she’s got evidence on her from two Coruscant homicides.” Nihilus frowned and thought aloud, the sound is loud enough to make Mira turned back to look at him. “One of us should be there to process.” He looked at Mira.

Mira nodded, but still didn’t catch what he meant.

Nihilus looked at Mira, as he was hinting Mira something.

Mira noticed the different atmosphere and raised her head and found Nihilus was staring at her. Suddenly, her heart sank.

“Take Malak. You can introduce how Nar Shaddaa looks like.” Nihilus smiled grimly.

Mira’s mouth widened.

----

Nar Shaddaa.

“She’s seven years old!” An officer with a really, really big mouth shouted the bulleting, and other officers passed the brief around. “She’s wearing a pink shirt! She was last seen by a swoop biker there!” Then he pointed toward the direction of the sun, “She can be two kilometers in either direction. Think of this area as a quadrant. Divide up.” Then he shouted in directions, “You, North.” “You, South.” “Got it!”

Not far, Revan was looking toward the direction of the sun and turned
to look at opposite direction. Not far, a Security Force speeder parked over there. A hover transporter passed by.

Looking at the direction of the sun again, he seemed to noticed something. He walked towards it and noticed a small Kath Hound snorted and walked away. Revan stopped and laughed quietly. Soon, he noticed something else on the floor. He bent down and picked it up. It was a pink hair clipper.

Revan thought for a while and continued to walk down the path. After some while, he noticed a girl was sitting in the bushes.

He took a closer look to confirm that she’s Savcen. “Savcen?” He asked loudly. The little girl looked up at him.

Bingo, He thought. He walked towards the little girl and called again: “Savcen?” The little girl looked at him alarmingly.

“My name is Revan. I’m the head of Crime Unit.” Taking off his mask, Revan sat down beside Savcen and introduced himself as usual.

“Revan?” The little girl asked him.

“Yeah. That’s a funny name, isn’t it?” He smiled cheerfully, “Well, there was once a Sith Lord Darth Revan, ever heard of him?”

“Is your badge real?” Savcen’s eyes stayed fixed on Revan’s badge.

“Yes. It is. It’s real.” Revan took his badge off and gived it to Savcen who said: “My daddy’s a Security Force officer.”

“I know that.” Revan said when he accepted the badge Savcen gave back, and said again, “I know that.” Then he looked back at Savcen.

“They’re looking for me, you know.” She said.

“Yeah. Me, too.” He paused for a while and smiled, “Me, too.” Then he asked Savcen, “What do you think that we sit here and get found together?” Revan looked at Savcen.

She looked back.

Revan smiled.

Savcen smiled, too.

After a brief pause, Revan sighed: “What a day.”

Another good Chapter CSI. One thing I've learnt is that it doesn't matter about how long the Chapters are (some of my Chapters in Echoes of Darkness are only one page long), it is how good the Chapters are. As long as they are done really well, then you'll be alright. Looking foward to more as always.

Another good Chapter CSI. One thing I've learnt is that it doesn't matter about how long the Chapters are (some of my Chapters in Echoes of Darkness are only one page long), it is how good the Chapters are. As long as they are done really well, then you'll be alright. Looking foward to more as always.

Come on...That's your MO, admit it. [Just kidding, no offense meant, besides, you're a nice person, I think.]

BTW, thanks for the compliments.

Nice CSI. That was interesting making Revan be Horatio's character. The tough guy burt also caring. Out of curiosity, who is going to play the sister in law? You know Horatio's brother's wife? I have a strange thought in my head but...

As to what Pottsie mentioned, quality is just as important as quantity. The style, the amount of detail, the stuff that defines you when you write, that's important. Chpater length doesn't really matter. If you can't really say any more, then the time is to start a new chapter. If Pottsie thinks he can score some points with me, he is sadly mistaken. I am still going to wave the manuscript with Heart of Deception over his head. :xp:

OOC: The Hotel Asylum, it's all in our heads. Jae is the Directrice and ED is her nemisis though I never miss an opportunity to say something when I feel like it. :lol:

Wow, another great chapter. I agree, it's the content that counts, not the length. Keep it up!

Nice CSI. That was interesting making Revan be Horatio's character. The tough guy burt also caring. Out of curiosity, who is going to play the sister in law? You know Horatio's brother's wife? I have a strange thought in my head but...

Oh, you mean Yalina Salas? Eh, I think Nomi Sunrider will work fine...But you gave a good point. I haven't thought about it yet...Besides, I like Horatio.

OOC: The Hotel Asylum, it's all in our heads. Jae is the Directrice and ED is her nemisis though I never miss an opportunity to say something when I feel like it. :lol:

Eh, I still don't get what Hotel Asylum it is, but thanks anyway.

BTW, I'll keep your advice of adding their famous quote into the story in mind.

*Resists the power of the manuscript*.

Don't you have Force Immunity? BTW, what happened between you and JM12's manuscript?

Wow, another great chapter. I agree, it's the content that counts, not the length. Keep it up!

Thanks everybody for their compliments.

I'm slowly killing him because lately I haven't posted a new chapter though I have three ready to go. The waving of the manuscript involves my current WIP because Pottsie begs for a new chapter or to know some spoilers. Like I will tell :xp:

The Hotel Asylum is a joke that was started. It is a hotel with the white padded rooms and we get together for our med cocktails. Mostly we are just being silly.

As to the different characters, play the game a few times to get a feel for the dialogue and it always helps to have the dialogue editor so you can view the dialogue with all possible responses. That's how some people have been able to use whole lines or take the line, change it but use the same attitude.

Before Nihilus left Crime Lab on Nar Shaddaa, he left a big notebook of weapon descriptions of all weapons he know, and asked Revan to let Bastila to be his successor, and Bastila really spent time to read them.

Chapter 3

The Corellian star shuttle landed on the surface of the Nar Shaddaa.
Just as beautiful as I left here, Mira thought, I left too many sad memories here.

“Burgundy speeder. Human female.” A Nar Shaddaa Security officer reported to Revan quite loudly to cover the noise of the landing Corellian shuttle, “Age 32. Traveling with a Quarren male, indeterminate age.”

“I got a female in distress.” Revan shouted back, “I want the HoloTrace to extend to the whole planet.”

“Yes, sir.” The officer shouted back.

“Good.” Revan replied. When the officer went away, he turned back to look at the landing shuttle. After the shuttle landed, Mira climbed out of it first, and then Malak. Revan went up to greet them.

“Revan.” He offered a handshake.

“Mira.” Mira accepted it and announced herself, “And Nihilus sent me here.”
“Ah, Nihilus. That guy. He didn’t change a bit.” Revan said amusedly and said to Malak, “Revan.”

“Malak.” Malak replied politely.

“Child Services sent a doctor and she is going to give the kid a diagnostic.”
“All right. Let’s just be clear. This is a Coruscant case.” Mira attempted to cover the roaring noise of the shuttle, “This is our victim, and we do the processing.”

“OK, I didn’t say he processed her. I just said he was here.” Revan replied.

“I appreciate the respect.” Mira smiled.

“You sure about that?” Revan smiled and asked.

“Does she know about her father?” Malak asked Revan.

“Not yet.”

“Well, I’d like to get started processing.” Malak said, “Can you show me where you found her?”

“OK, I found her right in here. And…” Revan pointed into the point where he shared a chatter with Savcen, “this is the young lady right over here.” He pointed to Savcen, who was sitting in his speeder.

“Hi, Savcen,” Mira approached her with a sweet smile, “And…” She paused for a while and looked at her eyes, “I need to ask you a few questions, ok?” Then she opened her kit and noticed Savcen turned to look at her kit, too.

“My kit.” Mira winked and asked Savcen, “Did the man touched you?”

“He hit my mommy.”

Mira looked at Savcen, full of love: “Did he hit you?” Then she used the tape to collect evidence, “Did he hurt you in any way?”

“He acted like I wasn’t there.” Savcen shrugged.

Mira sighed: “Well, you know what always happens to bad people? They leave behind a part of themselves, and that’s how you can help us find your mommy.” Mira smiled, “Now I need to look into your fingernails.”

Savcen retracted her right hand and hid it behind her as she was holding something.

Mira’s eyes filled with suspicions, and it vanished after a second. Putting back her smile, she asked, “You want to show me what is in your hand?”
Revan stood by Mira.

Savcen looked at Revan.

Revan nodded: “That’s okay.”

Savcen said nothing, after a few minutes, she pulled her hand out and opened her hand. It revealed a small blaster clip.

Mira’s eyes opened wide.

The speeder’s door was opened and a woman shouted after the running away Savcen: “Go! Run, Savcen, run!”

Then a few blaster shots. Then a reloading noise. The shooter opened fire on Savcen’s mom, and the empty clip fell on ground. Savcen ran and turned back. She saw her mom was killed.

“I ran out after they drove off.” Savcen added.

Mira picked up the clip and took a close look at it.

“I picked that up.” Savcen added another sentence.

Revan observed and guessed: “I bet it felt cold when you picked it up.”

“No.” Savcen shook her head, “No…hot.”

“Hmm…” Revan hummed.

“You’re tricking me.” Savcen announced.

“You’re too smart for that.” Revan smiled shallowly.

Savcen smiled back.

----

“You can spot a 9mm Security Enforcer* cartridge from a block away: rectangular firing pin impression, and lots of unburned gun powder.” The fire-arm tech announced while she looked at the clip, “The trip is no Security Enforcer.”

Security Enforcer: The standard blaster for Security Force officers.

“Well, whoever this guy is, he’s a lousy shot.” Malak remarked and rose the remaining 5 clips.

“Five clips, no hits.” She responded. Suddenly, she seemed to recall something, “Oh, by the way, I’m Bastila Shan.”

“Mira. Coruscant.” Mira said.

Revan made a small laugh.

“You got a theory that the mother and daughter ended up in Nar Shaddaa from Coruscant?” Bastila asked Mira.

“Well, we don’t actually work theories. Do we, Malak?”

Malak looked at Mira and answered: “No, just evidence.”

“We’re much more fanciful down here.” Bastila said proudly, “Aren’t we, Revan?”

“I think that’s a fair description.” Revan answered when he looked at the datapad.

“My guess is, this belongs to the M-7 blaster, made in Dantooine Exchange corp.” Bastila said without any stops, “It’s a cheap Enforcer knockoff, and you may not see many of them in Coruscant, but we got them down here all the time. Which makes me think this guy wasn’t fleeing Coruscant.”

Revan said deliberately: “He was coming home to Nar Shaddaa.”

Well this must be your longest Chapter yet. Very good CSI and I'm looking foward to more.

Which makes me wonder if he really reads my fics :lol:
Just kidding :xp:

CSI: That was a good chapter. I found a slight difficulty and I think it was just tense issues but overall you have gotten better at writing in English. You've come a long way from the other one that I have read.

overall you have gotten better at writing in English. You've come a long way from the other one that I have read.

I do agree with that JM12. I've noticed it too.

Well yes. I skim and scan the page, CSI. Surely you must know that by now, only sometimes do I actually read Fics.

[Off topic: Ahh!!! Dark Side Point for Me!!!!
@ Pottsie and JM12: Thanks for compliments.
On topic: Here it is, Chapter 4, maybe shorter than Ch 3]

Chapter 4

Coruscant crime lab. Nihilus walked into the autopsy room and greeted Jolee: “Hi, what do we have here?”

“Hi, yes, yes, you’re here to observe our ‘trunk Zabrak’. Blah, blah, blah, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. No need to make a fuss out of it. I’m getting old, dammit! It just means I’m one year closer to becoming one with the Force…” Jolee started.

Man. Jolee started the typical joke. Nihilus narrowed his eyes and interrupted him: “Sorry to interrupt, but what do we have here?”

“Well, it’s no longer ‘trunk Zabrak’.” Jolee put away his wry humor and started observing with Nihilus, “Identified him from his dental records. Clercle Vakdue, dead for three days.”

“So I guess he didn’t shoot Jabus.” Nihilus responded.

“Well, the hole sure looks like nines—like we found in the chief.” Jolee pointed at the wound and signaled Nihilus to take a look.

“I’ll call Mira. Thanks. Oh, by the way, you can continue your speech now.” When Nihilus walked out of the autopsy room, he still can hear Jolee’s speech: “…So if you don’t mind I’d like to be alone for a while as my mouth is starting to draw flies…”

Nihilus only can scoff about his old joke.

----

At another room in the Crime Lab, Carth and Visas was dusting for prints on the wine bottle. Visas started: “Hey, Carth.”

“Hm-mmm?” Carth responded.

“Have you been to a swingers’ party?” Visas’s question made Carth nearly jump.

Nearly sweating, Carth answered: “Well, if it’s the same thing as a frat party, yeah, lots of them. Things can get pretty wild.”

“Frat party, huh?” Carth felt Visas’s “eyes” were stayed fixed on him. Then Visas paused for a while, then asked again: “How wild?”

Carth looked at Visas and quoted Mission’s famous line: “Umm…are you sure you want to ask me about that?” He even imitated Mission’s voice.

“Point taken.” Visas smiled.

The computer beeped and both Visas and Carth turned to the monitor. Carth said: “Got a hit on the glass. Work card.”

The computer showed Lohlaes’irn’s face and her information.

“Coruscant Cantina, Lohlaes’irn.” Carth read the info out.

“Who’s she?” Visas asked Carth.

“Dancer.”

----

In the interrogation room, the Twi’lek sat in the chair, facing Nihilus: “Yes, I went to the party.” Then she turned to Carth, “No, I didn’t go alone.” Then she turned back to Nihilus: “And, no, I’m not telling you my date’s name or anyone else who was there. These people are important.”

“Well, a very important police officer was murdered there.” Nihilus explained the situation to her calmly.

“I don’t care.” She shook her head, “It took me a long time to get into the circle, and I plan on staying there.” She put her right leg on her left leg. Carth looked away.

“Was there anybody there you didn’t know?” Turning to Lohlaes’irn, Carth asked her politely.

“Anybody who wasn’t in ‘the circle’?” Nihilus added seriously. Huh. A good citizen. Nihilus thought.

“Well, my date.” Lohlaes’irn said.

“Do you know where he is?” Carth looked sincerely.

“I haven’t seen him since that night.” She replied, “He sent me home with a judge and his wife.”

Nihilus rose his head.

“So…your date stayed at party after you left?” Carth asked her again.

“As far as I know.”

“Where does he live?”

“I don’t know.” She said, “I’ve known him for five days.”

“Well, that’s 120 standard hours on Coruscant,” It’s Nihilus’s turn to smile, “There must be something you know about him that you could share with us.”

The Twi’lek felt Nihilus’s eyes pierced through her heart.

She answered slowly: “Right handed, a Bothan, circumcised, rich…which surprised me because he wore a cheap cologne.”

“Cheap? How?” Nihilus asked.

“Smelled funny…sweet.” She answered.

“Are you sure it was cologne?”

“Or deodorant. Mouthwash, maybe. All I can remember is smelled sickly sweet.” She paused a while and said, “To be honest, I thought he could have used a little help in that department.”

“Could you happen to have an article of clothing of his by any chance?” Nihilus asked again.

“The only thing he gave me is a good time.” She answered.

“Hey, guess what?” Nihilus was a little annoyed, “This is not about you. This is about a missing seven-year-old girl.”

“Why don’t you give us his name?” Carth added.

Nihilus said nothing. He simply stared on her face.

Letting out a sigh, she said: “Deno Fre’lar.”

Nice. Better now that you encorporated the personalities of the characters. I have one problem though. GSR means gun shot residue. In Star Wars, there are no conventional guns as we know them. There are blasters and they fire blaster bolts, bolts of energy. I think it was just an oversight or something but that is all I have to complain about really. I've seen it many times on other fics where there is the use of bullets instead of blaster bolts. Just a tip ;)

PS: Pottsie's a little slow now :xp: I guess I have to wave my manuscript some more
*waving it close*

Nice. Better now that you encorporated the personalities of the characters. I have one problem though. GSR means gun shot residue. In Star Wars, there are no conventional guns as we know them. There are blasters and they fire blaster bolts, bolts of energy. I think it was just an oversight or something but that is all I have to complain about really. I've seen it many times on other fics where there is the use of bullets instead of blaster bolts. Just a tip ;)

PS: Pottsie's a little slow now :xp: I guess I have to wave my manuscript some more
*waving it close*

Thank you for the compliment, JM12.

I felt bad because I have to cut out the whole pinball part in the autopsy between Jolee and Nihilus. It's pretty funny.

[Off topic]:Well, I believe Pottsie is not on-line now, but beware, his reaction will be like this:

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Thanks to Shem for allowing me to use this picture.

Hehehe. I know he would. Still I enjoy your fic and hope you like my new siggie. I think I am going to resize it or something.

OK folks, 22% of the posts in this thread so far have been deleted for spamming. I don't know what the record is, but we're not going to set it here.
Pottsie, CSI:Nihilus, this is not the first time I've asked you guys to stay on topic in threads. In fact, I think this is something like the 3rd time in a couple weeks. I've been more patient than most other mods might be, but deleting posts is not fun, and you both made me delete a lot of them tonight. I want to read posts, not make them go away. You've both earned a warning for spamming--please stop now and keep your posts on the topic of the thread. If you want to chat, please use the PM system. Thanks for your cooperation.

Sorry Jae and thanks for forgiving us. Good Chapter as always CSI.

For people who replied to the announcement: Please edit your post regard to the announcement to be the comments. Thanks.

Chapter 5

“Uh…no, the chief’s little girl is with Child Services.” Mira said into the Intercom, “We’re still at the drop-off place. Will do, Arren.” Then she hang up.

Malak said nothing. He was observing the ground. What are we looking for? He wondered. Suddenly, he noticed something. He used a pair of forceps to pick it up: “I got a pill.”

Bastila turned around to look at Malak. “Like a seductive,” Malak observed.

Mira took a picture of the pill, then she said: “OK.”

Malak picked it up: “Diazapam.”

“That could explain why the mother didn’t escape with her daughter.” Bastila added, “She was incapacitated.”

The mother pushed the car door open. The pills fell on the ground. “Go!” Then Savcen ran away.”

“How’d the little girl get away?” Revan asked the team.

“We got some speeder fuel residue here. Made an easy stop.” Mira answered.

“And why did he pick such a secluded area?” Revan asked again.

“Seems like a great place to ice someone.” Malak thought aloud?

“Or take a leak.” Revan corrected, “Maybe that’s why he stopped the speeder here…to take a leak.”

Savcen’s mom turned and saw their kidnapper was taking a leak. Then she opened the door: “Run! Run, Savcen, run!” Then some blaster shots.

“Let me ask you another question: When you’re home alone, do you lock the bathroom door?” Revan did his trademark “interrogation” again.

“I didn’t even know you.” Mira said.

“Sure, you do.” Revan said, “We all do. It’s human nature to avoid being vulnerable, isn’t it? So, if that’s the case, then he would look for a tree to shield himself, wouldn’t he?”

Revan walked into the bushes and continued, “So then the question becomes, how far along this path before he loses sight of them?”

“Not very far.” Mira turned to him and said to Revan.

“Look at this.” Revan noticed something, “Bang. Footprints…and this is urine.”
“If you’re lucky, urethral cells with slough off with urine.” Mira replied and readied her camera.

“But, if we get his DNA, there is a chance we’ll get him.” Revan said.
The intercom chirped and Revan answered it: “Yeah, Revan.” Then he paused it for a while, “What do you mean, Investigation Bureau?”

----

At the hotel in Nar Shaddaa, Mira shouted into the intercom: “What do you mean, the guy has B.O.?”

“Body odor, bad breath.” Nihilus said on another side, “I don’t know; there’s something about Deno Fre’lar that makes him smell.”

“All this because some showgirl said he smelled sweet?”

“Sickly sweet.”

“Smells can be fingerprints, my dear.”

“Hey, what’s going on there? I thought you’re meeting with the IB?” Nihilus frowned.

Revan looked around to see many people are talking excitingly.

“Uh…yeah, we are. They picked the place.” Mira said, “The Catina. Later.” Then she hung up and walked to Revan. “What’s taking so long?” She asked Revan when she passed him.

“That’s a good question.” Revan said.

“Hey, I just ran into a IB in the lobby.” Mical walked in and said to Revan who turned around to show his concern, “He told me that, apparently, the Coruscant case fits the profile of a serial the IB’s been tracking.”

Then he noticed Mira and Malak and offered a handshake: “Hey, you’re from Coruscant?”

“Malak.” Malak shook his hand.

“Mical,” Mical introduced himself.

“Where was the IB?” Bastila asked Mical.

“He’s right there in the lobby.” Mical used the thumb to indicate the direction, then made a headphone pose, “He’s got his little, you know, headphone on, and his little tie.”

“And you talked to him?” Revan asked.

“Yeah.”

“Do they have an ID yet?”

“No ID yet, but their perp targets wealthy couples at their playgrounds, like Torkins. Evidently, the husbands get murdered first and the wives later after they enjoyed 48 hours of fun and games.”

“48 Hours?” Mira broke in.

“Coruscant?” Mical offered a handshake, “Mical.”

“Mira.”

“That’s it?” Revan asked Mical.

“There is also a link to Nar Shaddaa.” Mical continued.

“Of course there is.” Then he walked past him to greet the IB.

“Or, you know, he could just be some geriatric dude that just digs the weather.” Mical shrugged.

“I don’t understand.” Mira said, “Why didn’t the IB put this out on the Council?”

“Because they’re IB,” Bastila answered.

----

Outside the catina, Revan met the IB officer, Cleric.

“Cleric? Cleric.” He called out.

“Yeah?” One of the IB officer answered him.

“Tick-Tock, Cleric.” Revan said, “While you’re waiting to get your ducks in a row, the guy with the “Miami link” just slipped through my hands.”

“Revan, I didn’t have council approval…” Cleric began.

Revan broke in, with a little irritated: “I need answers for this little girl. Her father’s just been killed—maybe her mother, too—and that’s your fault. You understand that.”

“Looks like you’re making this personal,” Cleric protested.

“Cleric,” Revan growled, “you don’t give me this link, I’ll make this very personal.”

“All of his victims stayed here in the last year.” Cleric answered, with sweats began to drip.

“Here? This hotel?”

“Jabus Nelsiri and his wife, too. Last year.”

“Mmm. Wish I would have known that. Maybe he would still be alive.”

“Revan?” Bastila called him.

“Yeah?” Bastila approached Revan and said something in Nar Shaddaa Refugee Language.

“I had a bad feeling about this.” Revan finally said.

“What did she just say to you?” Cleric asked.

“She just said that you need to learn the language.”

Does that mean you're not going to be online either? Now who am I going to talk too on those approaching cold winter nights? Don't worry, I'll still be here to read this Fic when you get back with a new Chapter.

Nice chapter CSI. I was just watching the crossover episode a few days ago so the dialogue is imprinted slightly on my abused mind. Just a minor problem: whenever you have something singular that starts with a vowel, always put 'an' before it. Just a proper English thing. Other than that, getting better at the descriptions. Keep it up and I look forward to the episode's finish.

Off topic: A shorter chapter, but hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 6

Near a big junk pile on Nar Shaddaa, a bunch of Security Force speeders pulled over with a couple of CSI speeders on a platform. From that view, you can see a big junk pile in the pit.

“I don’t see a speeder.” Malak observed, “Where you looking?”

“Check the hololog, and follow it in.” Bao-Dur, in breath mask, waved a working hololog.

“How did you find the hololog?” Malak observed, “Make intercoms?”

“No, the thing about Nar Shaddaa is the entire city’s watched remotely,” Bao-Dur replied, “All junk entries should be entered in our computer.” After a brief pause, he asked, “Someone going to cover me?”

“I got you.” Revan held a disruptor, which Nihilus gave him for his good-bye gift. (Revan even named it “Nihilus Disruptor”.)

“Cover you for what?” Mira asked curiously.

“Akk dog,” Bao-Dur replied.

Mical explained: “Only way to outrun an Akk dog is to run faster than the guy next to you. Isn’t that right, Bao-Dur?”

“Used to have a partner.” Bao-Dur replied.

“Guys…Please?” Revan raised Nihilus Disruptor and said gently.

Bao-Dur climbed down the ladder and immersed into junks.

On the platform, Revan raised Nihilus Disruptor cautiously.

Mira and Malak only smiled wryly.

After a while, Bao-Dur got out from junk and signaled thumb-up.

Everybody looked like statues.

Frustrated, he signaled a thumb-down to indicate the speeder is inside.

----

Later, a hauling speeder hovered above the junk pile and towed a speeder out. Luckily, the speeder is not convertible.

Revan opened the door of the speeder, and a female human corpse nearly fell out. Her eyes were shut, and her mouth was sealed by a duct tape. Her body was packed by plastic tapes.

“That her?” Revan asked his crew.

“Yes, that’s Savcen’s mom,” Mira took a closer look and confirmed.

Bastila took some pictures, Malak said nothing, Bao-Dur took a closer look and Mical was taking some notes.

Revan walked away from them a little and took his mask off and said: “Our guy is still in the wind, folks,” then he repeated after a while, “Still in the wind.”

Very short, but good. I was wondering when you'd post a new Chapter. Looking foward to more as always.

Cool! I haven't had time to read this for a while, and I like it a lot. The writing is even better than before. :)

Nice. Good descriptions. Don't apologize if they are short. If my chapters are shorter than usual, I don't apologize. It's your story and how you want it to be. You don't have to answer to anyone except yourself, and your publisher if you have one.

Chapter 7

“What’s her name?” Brianna put on her glove and asked Mira in Crime Lab in Nar Shaddaa.

“Tyraan Nelsiri, Savcen’s mom, victim’s wife.” Mira replied.

Revan said nothing, only walked around the autopsy table.

“Who wrapped you, Tyraan?” Brianna said herself and observed, “This plastic is not for transport. Covering her intimates—most likely sexual. Two gunshot wounds, left temple.” Then she came back to Revan.

“One shot was a through-and-through.” Mira added in.

Brianna carefully lifted the duct tape on Tyraan’s mouth: “Trace ASAP, along with the plastic.” She used the Force to pass it to Revan.

Revan used the Force to put it into an evidence bag.

Suddenly, Brianna found something like glue on Tyraan’s eye. “Looks like the eyes were glued shut,” She observed and took a sample, “Gold crusty substance underneath. What’s that, Tyraan?”

Revan took a closer observation and said: “The substance is water-soluble.”

“My guess is the plastic was wrapped around her eyes at some point,” Mira thought aloud.

Brianna turned to Tyraan’s side and noticed there was something in Tyraan’s ear. “Wait, there is something.” After planting a probe, she observed: “There is a lot more of it.” Then she commented gently, “You guys got a sick one.”
Mira said nothing, and looked at Revan.

Revan frowned.

----

At the junk yard.

Mical was waiting for something. He became impatiently by his stepping feet and his facial expression.

Finally, a man got out of the junk pile and raised a bag: “Aha!”

“Bao-Dur, you’ve been down there for 45 minutes,” Mical complained without referring to his watch, “Do you know the level of bacteria in the junk? You can get all kinds of infections.” Then he bent down to get the bag from Bao-Dur’s hand, “What do you got?”

“Blaster. Junk blaster.” Bao-Dur joked and said seriously, “One blaster. 7mm. Standard issue.”

“Suspect’s personal gun?”

“That’s it.”

“Congratulations,” Mical frowned.

Still optimistic, Bao-Dur said: “I’ll put it over the wires that he’s not carrying that Taurus anymore.”

“Do that, and take a shower.” Mical said to his pal.

“Nice shoes.” Bao-Dur noticed Mical’s new shoes.

Mical said nothing.

----

In the crime lab “Madam, you have to concentrate on the face—in parts—not just the whole.” The face sketcher explained.

“Ask me what he wore. Just don’t ask me how close together his eyes were.” Lohlaes’irn replied lazily.

“You said he is a Bothan, right?” Carth added in.

“Yeah.”

“Try to not just picture him. Think it as an event.” The sketcher added in.

Lohlaes’irn sighed and began: “Ok…Three way kiss. His lowerlip was kind of pouty…”

Carth walked around and around, smiling.

“And he had a cleft in his chin.” Lohlaes’irn continued.

“Kind like that?” The sketcher asked her.

“Yeah. You’re right, it’s easier.”

Carth smiled in relief.

----

Meanwhile, Savcen was accompanied by another sketcher, who nearly finished the facial sketch.

Mira stood on the glass door and said nothing.

----
The transmitter printed out a piece of paper, with sketch of Deno Fre’lar.

“Dancer saw a husband. That would be anybody.” Mira said into Intercom.

“Yeah, that’s the problem with eyewitnesses.” Carth shrugged, “All the more reason to rely on evidence. Tell Malak hey. Let me know if anything breaks.”

“You, too.” She hang up.

On the way, Revan greeted Malak and talked to Mira: “So, how’s our friend Nihilus doing on the aroma angle?”

“I’m sure he’s making progress,” Mira said, “But Nihilus rarely says anything until he’s good and ready.”

“Mmm…Just like old times…He didn’t change a bit.” Revan smiled, “I just wanted to show you something.” He opened a folder and showed to Mira, “The sticky substance we got off the wife is, in fact, honey.”

“You say that like it means something.” Mira shrugged.

“Well, honey on its own is just honey, but when you add plastic wrap, it’s…a different situation.”

[Censored because of inappropriate content]

----

“Tuberculosis victims emit breath that smells like wet leaves,” Jolee sat in Nihilus’s office, reading a medical book with him when Arren appeared at the door.

“Maple, elm, ash, what?” Nihilus frowned.

“I’m not sure.”

“Nar Shaddaa is pulling speeders out of junk piles, chasing leads, debriefing the kid—and you guys are flipping through textbooks?” Arren complained softly.

“This is how I work,” Nihilus replied.

“Tuberculosis…Cyanide Poisoning…Endocrinology.” Arren picked up the book and read the name aloud.

“I’m following my nosino.” Nihilus remarked.

“You’re closer to this Deno Fre’lar guy than you’re letting on,” Arren remarked.
Nihilus looked at Arren.

“Alright. Excuse me.” Arren walked away.

Jolee said behind him: “How about Darier disease?”

“Doesn’t that give you a rash that smells like excrement?” Nihilus recalled, “We’re looking for something a little sweeter.”

“That’s diabetic ketoacidosis.” Jolee explained, “Body has excess glucose, which converts to ketone…gets expelled through the pores. Has a fruity smell.”

Nihilus raised his head and listened carefully.

“It would help if we had a piece of the Bothan’s clothing.” Jolee frowned.
Nihilus sighed and realized something.

“What?” Jolee asked.

“I think I overlooked some evidence.”

Finally a Chapter is here. Good Chapter as always. Is there going to be a Christmas CSI? I must write the next Christmas Diddy.

You mean a Christmas episode? Eh...Maybe...I don't know

Nice chapter CSI. When you sensor something out you don't have to keep putting sensored out. Just omit from telling it at all or give a subtle sugestion that leaves a cliffhanger. People can usually guess what is going on and they can be caught off guard or confirmed by the next section.

Yeah! I love it! 'Nuff said.

[Offtopic: @JM12: It's "Censor", not "Sensor". I really can't write it, as it's a sensitive material, esp. in this T-rated forum.]

Chapter 8

“I’m going to isolate it using high-performance liquid chromatography.” Mical used a dripper to carefully drip a honey below microscope and continued: “Once we identify the pollen, we’ll know if it’s floral honey.”

Revan stood beside Mical, nodded and said nothing.

Mical bent down to take a closer look at the honey. It showed a golden substance with a lot of bubbles in it.

Mical raised up and let Revan take a look: “So, Revan, when’s the last time you were in Hives?”

“I was there opening night.” Revan replied.

“I didn’t see you there.” Mical smiled.

“I was, uh…VIP.” Revan replied with a smile, “What’s this?”

Mical answered: “It’s Tupelo honey. It’s the purest of all honeys. Stays in liquid form for life. Doesn’t crystallize or harden.”

“Where did you get that?”

“CDC hipped me to it after the Dxun Bee problem.”

“Hey, let’s swap this out.” Revan took a swab from Tyraan’s body, “I want you to take a look at this.” Then he put a sample below the microscope, “We got this off the chief’s wife.”

Mical took a close look: “Exactly same substance. It’s a match.”

“It’s a match.” Revan nodded and repeated.

----

At Nar Shaddaa Cantina. Malak was holding a bottle of Tupelo honey and said in disbelief: “500 credits for 5 credits’ worth of honey? I don’t think it’s worth it.”

“Those are mostly for decoration, but once in a while, some bigwig comes, takes one of them out of here.” The manager explained.

“Wouldn’t it have been easier to put these in order?” Revan complained, “This is going to take forever.”

“Maybe not.” Bastila announced, “I have got a receipt from two nights ago.”
“Let me see that.” Revan said.

Bastila passed the order to Revan.

Revan took a closer look at the order and fell into thinking.

In another part of Cantina, Mira showed a security Deno Fre’lar’s sketch, “Did you see this guy?”

“Yeah. Looks just like every other Joe that comes in here.”

“Look you work the door.” Mira sighed, “Anybody come in here in the last 48 hours that bought some of that very expensive Tupelo honey?”

Revan walked beside Mira.

“This is Nar Shaddaa Cantina. Every night’s a weekend.” The security explained.

“My people tell me that a customer came in two nights ago to buy some.” Revan persuaded.

“Wasn’t a customer. It was a limo speeder driver.” [Thanks to Darth KOTOR for this new ‘Limo speeder’.]

“A limo speeder driver?” Mira asked.

“Yeah. Deno Fre’lar. Gave me a lot of credits just to double-park.”

“Did he tell you who he had in the back of his car?” Revan asked.

“No. Just that it was some rich guy—some high roller.”

“Let me guess—from Coruscant,” Mira smirked.

“Yeah.”

----

On the traffic route, a Security Officer Car approached a limo speeder and turned on siren.

Not later, Revan and Mira arrived there, too.

“Where did you find him?” Revan asked Bao-Dur.

“Figured, limo driver—spaceport.” Bao-Dur shrugged, “I spotted Deno Fre’lar, here, back way to Nar Shaddaa International. Lit him up, pulled him over here.”

“Nice work. You got a last name, Deno Fre’lar?” Revan asked.

“No. Sorry. That’s my full name.” Deno Fre’lar, the Bothan said and smiled, “Look, Officer, the Corwins are coming in on their own private jet. They’re two of my best customers. I really should be there.” He looked at his gold watch.

“Well, the Corwins are going to have to wait.” Revan said.

Mira said briefly: “We understand that another one of your customers bought some very expensive honey from the Cantina.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve had stranger requests.” Deno Fre’lar smiled.

“This customer of yours have a name?” Mira asked again.

“Never got it. He paid cash.” Deno Fre’lar shrugged.

“Well, did you notice anything unusual about him?” Mira asked. Revan raised his head, “Did he smell? Did he have an odor?”

Deno Fre’lar narrowed his eyes.

“He’d been drinking a lot.” Deno Fre’lar finally said.

“Remember what he was drinking?” Revan asked.

“Whatever I have stocked.” Deno Fre’lar looked away.

“Well, we’d like to take a look.” Mira said.

“Sure, go ahead.” Deno Fre’lar replied gently and gave his key to Revan.

Revan walked towards the cockpit and Mira took the back seats.

Sitting in the cockpit, Revan took off his mask and put it away.

Mira put on gloves and took various wine bottles and smelled everyone of them.

Deno Fre’lar was standing outside.

Revan started the speeder and opened the air-conditioner. Suddenly, he smelt something. Soon, he smiled and lowered the back window. Mira approached him.

“Smell that?” Revan asked.

“Sickly sweet.” Mira wrickled her nose, “That’s exactly how Nihilus described it.”

Revan only nodded.

Another good Chapter as always. Looking foward to more.

Better CSI. I like that you are beginnign to describe facial expressions and the like. Personally I would have had Mira wrinkle her nose a bit to take in the smell. It's a reaction most people do when they pick up on an odor. All the same, good work.

[Announcement: Chapter 10 will be the last chapter of this story, and not counting Epilogue. So be ready for my next upcoming fiction, CSI: Nar Shaddaa Episode 2.]

Chapter 9

Nihilus opened the evidence bag and took out a baseball cap found at the Savcen’s home.

Lohlaes’irn asked Nihilus: “You want me to do what?”

“Smell this.” Nihilus handed her the cap.

The dancer moved a little backward by its disgusting smell.

Nihilus looked at her and signaled her to go ahead.

Lohlaes’irn sighed, moved closer and wrinkled her nose: “That’s it, that’s Deno’s smell.”

“In the five days that you two were together, did you happen to notice what he was drinking?”

“Champagne.” Lohlaes’irn replied almost immediately.

“Did he ever drink anything sweeter, like whiskey or cognac?” Nihilus asked her again, patiently.

Lohlaes’irn smiled: “Are you kidding me? With him, it was Dom all the time.”

----

“You found a medical condition.” Mira said via intercom.

“Diabetic ketoacidosis.” Nihilus replied with a very scientific phrase.

On the other end, Mira nodded—She can’t express he doesn’t understand what her supervisor said, so he pretended to understand it.

Nihilus continued: “It’s an insulin deficiency. His body’s been expelling excess glucose, makes him smell fruity.”

“Which, I guess, could easily be mistaken for whiskey breath.” Mira answered.
Revan walked up and put his hands on his wrist.

“Hey, can you test for diabetic ketoacidosis off urine?” Mira asked Nihilus.

“Well, blood is the best, but, if you had a urine sample, maybe.” Nihilus replied.

“Ask him what medication you would take for that.” Revan said.

“Eh, Mira, am I hearing wrong? I can clearly hear Revan’s voice.” Nihilus said happily.

“Eh, yeah, Revan’s right beside me.” Mira answered.

“Give me your phone.” Revan get Mira’s phone and talked to Nihilus, “Hi, buddy, long time no see. Why don’t you come here? We are looking forward to see you, here. And it’s on you. Don’t worry, we won’t be that kind.” He smiled sinisterly under his mask so nobody could see his face.

“Huh. Yeah, next time when we have a jurisdiction. Yeah, I know I should come, but I choose not to because I’m busy right here.” Nihilus flipped some pages, and closed his book rather loudly.

“Yeah, yeah, I see…”

“Oh, and send my regard to everyone there. Back on business, a doctor would prescribe Novalin insulin.” Nihilus also smiled sinisterly, [i]When will you know when the next cross-jurisdiction is?”

----

“Lucky for us we found blood in his urine.” In the Nar Shaddaa lab, Revan summarized the report.

“Yeah, absence of C-Peptide in the blood.” Mira added, “Means the insulin in our guy’s system isn’t natural—it’s synthetic.”

“And prescribed.” Revan pointed to a computer, “OK, we’re right here. Look here—it’s our database.” He grabbed two seats for Mira and himself, “OK, what we’re looking for is a patient who purchased synthetic insulin in the last 48 hours.”

Revan typed in “Novalin Insulin” and time frame “48 Hours—current.”
The computer beeped and showed some results.

“Here we go.” And they strolled down to find “Deno506”, and clicked on it. A pop-up showed the detailed info and its address.

“Deno Fre’lar, that’s the limo driver.” Mira said.

Revan nodded slightly: “That’s him. And the reason that old Deno probably didn’t smell when we picked him up is because he’d just taken his insulin, hadn’t he?” Then he looked at Mira.

Mira finished: “But the scent was still in the limo’s AC system. Now, we have this guy’s address.”

Revan replied: “Yeah, take a look at this address. A limo driver with an such expensive house? I don’t think so.”

“Who’s the owner of record?” Mira asked.

“Let’s check it.” Revan punched some keys and the computer showed the owner: “Anash and Maraan Corwin.”

“That’s the couple that he was picking up at the spaceport when we pulled him over.” Mira recalled.

“That’s right.” Revan answered.

“So then maybe that’s how he finds his victims—driving a limo.”

“And, when they’re away at some posh resort, he moves into their house, doesn’t he?”

“Hops over to Las Vegas.”Mira added, “Visits the couple he met in Miami, kills the husband…”

Revan smiled and nodded: “Mmm…”

“And then he brings the wife back here—kills her.”

“And, when Corwins come home…” Revan looked at Mira and finally said, “Not good.”

I'm sad to see ths ending quick. I think you're "Pulling a Pottsie" as I like to call it. Anyway, good Chapter as always and I'm looking foward to Chapter 10. I think CSI Nar Shaddaa Episode 2 will show how much you've improved, since your first CSI Fic, Nar Shaddaa.

I'm sad to see ths ending quick. I think you're "Pulling a Pottsie" as I like to call it. Anyway, good Chapter as always and I'm looking foward to Chapter 10. I think CSI Nar Shaddaa Episode 2 will show how much you've improved, since your first CSI Fic, Nar Shaddaa.


Ha, ha! That's a good one.

[Exile: I think the term is: Pulling a Bindo.]
[Handmaiden: Pulling a Bindo?]
[Exile: Bald guy, bad joke.]

PS: Where did you find that quote? I never opened this option.
And, what does "Pulling a Bindo" Mean?

And thank you for compliments. Yes, I have to end it...But you should not be surprised because last two fic are ended in 10 chapters...12 if you count in Prologue and Epilogue.

And thank you for compliments. Yes, I have to end it...But you should not be surprised because last two fic are ended in 10 chapters...12 if you count in Prologue and Epilogue.

Anytime CSI. When will the next Chapter be released? I'm offline soon and I won't be online, until around 6:30am tomorrow and sometimes your online at that time. Anyway, I'll catch up whenever you post it. I'm sure JM12 has told you about me stalking topics.