MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS FOR 1-3!

Title: The Science of Turnabout Samurai
Author: Vauxdan
Rating: PG-13 for some... language
Genre: ... uh... good question.
Status: Not Complete
Summary: The forensic process of case 1-3.

As Phoenix you get the easy part when it comes to evidence. You just point and yell about contradictions. But who evaluates the evidence? This is what this fic is meant to be. The science behind the cases. At least the way I imagine it.

NOTE: You may have seen Destati as a cabbit in my art thread. All characters in this fic are human. So Destati the CSI Cabbit is just Destati the CSI.

CAST
Destati Princeton: One of the CSIs out on the field. Sirina's partner.
Sirina Grace: One of the CSIs out on the field. Destati's partner.
Julia Keyes: The supervisor of the lab.
Sapporo Ichiban: DNA
Nitana Shulps: Trace
Leon Gensou: Coroner

More as they appear.


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The lab paper pusher wheeled his cart down the long hall; one wheel of the cart teetered and squeaked like an epileptic mouse. He eventually reached the office of Julia Keyes. Cautiously, he extended a hand and rapped on the door. “Enter.” He entered slowly.

“Ms. Keyes?”

“Hey kid. What’s up?”

“A-a-a new case. Should I inform Princeton and Grace?” Julia nodded. “Yes ma’am.” He left a file on her desk and wheeled the squeaky cart away.

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Destati, Sirina, Sapporo, and Nitana all sat around the one TV the lab lounge had. A court battle was ensuing on screen. “You know that trick where you picture everyone naked and it’s supposed to make you less nervous in front of an audience?” Destati wondered out loud.

“Mhm.” His partner muttered.

“It really doesn’t work.”

“Vhat makes you sink zat?” The Romanian trace expert glanced over at Destati. “You looked at ze prosecution?” She grinned and laughed a little.

“It wasn’t that funny!”

“Did you leave the cravat on?” Sapporo asked.

“What?”

“Did you leave the cravat on?” Destati sat in silence. “That’s a yes.”

“Hey, three stooges;” Julia poked her head in. “We got a case.” Destati perked up.

“Awesome! So brief us, lovely ice queen.” Julia bopped Destati on the head with the files.

“A murder at Global Studios.” The team groaned. “Oh quit whining! You never tire of that place! Anyway, victim’s name is Jack Hammer. Destati and Sirina, you’re on this one.” Destati rolled his eyes and took the slip of paper from Julia. “And if I receive ANY complaints about your conduct I will have both your asses on a silver platter!”

“Yeah yeah, whatever!” Destati was obviously frustrated. “You’re driving Sirina.”

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Destati flashed his badge to the officer guarding the crime scene, as did Sirina. With a slight nod, they were granted permission to enter. “I swear, this place is cursed.” Sirina whispered.

“Dodge the bullets on screen… and off.” Sirina pulled a digital camera out of his pocket and started photographing the crime scene. Destati started laughing, odd thing at a crime scene.

“Sorry… but it must suck having to die in a costume that ridiculous.” The coroner arrived, ducking under the tape and kneeling next to the body.

“Hey Leon.” Destati glanced over at him. “No huge riddle what cause of death was, huh?” Leon shook his head.

“Fatal stab wound with… a spear. Not the best choice of weapon, a little unwieldy.” He grinned, a little too giddy to be hunched over a dead body. “Man, I am so saving this one in my scrapbook.”

“That’s sick, Leon. You keep a scrapbook of bodies?”

“Only the famous ones.”

“That doesn’t make it any more acceptable.” Destati pointed at the spear. “May I?”

“Hey pal! Don’t touch that!” Sirina slapped his forehead.

“How lucky are we… Why hello, Detective Gumshoe. How are you doing this fine bloody day?”

“Well I dunno if losing a great actor is such a good thing…” Destati stifled a laugh, everyone glancing over to him.

“Sorry. I need to retrieve the spear and process it in the lab.” Sirina tapped Destati on the shoulder.

“Hey ‘stati… wasn’t this guy the bad guy on the show? What if some rabid fan took it too far and well-“

“Sirina… what the HELL are you talking about?”

“The Steel Samurai, pal!” Gumshoe interrupted the two.

“You detectives don’t skip a beat, huh? So what, Gumshoe, you a fan of children’s shows or you were home alone on a Saturday night with nowhere to go?” Gumshoe opened his mouth to answer. Destati waved his hand. “Uh… don’t answer that.”

“Well Sirina… who should we be liking? A fanboy or… this is the bad guy, right?” Sirina nodded. “The Steel Samurai himself. Life imitating art. But that’s too simple…”

-END CHAPTER 1-

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YIFF IN HELL, FURFAG.

Sorry. Reflex. >>

Umm... Interestng concept, I suppose. Might want to read more into crime scene investigation techniques and methods beyond watching CSI reruns. Also, your dialougue lacks substance, feels stilted, and kinda relying more on stereotype then real character. Sit down and really think through your characters beyond physical description and nationality. Think about their thoughts, why they say what they say and do what they do, etc.

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Thanks for the suggestions.

I'm not the best fanfic writer in the world, which is why I do it... next to never.

I was planning on inserting more behaviors influenced by their backgrounds but I scrapped it for some reason unknown to me. I'll have to review my notes.

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