INT. - SILVER CITY CRIME LAB - AFTERNOON
CSI Catherine Chase sat back from the microscope she'd been hunched over for too long and rubbed her aching lower back. She'd volunteered for the night shift as well as the swing this morning, loving the thrill of a new case, the lure of evidence just dying for her to uncover its meaning.
Cat had already wrapped the Malcolm MacIntosh investigation, sending her findings off to the 9th Precinct in record time. The bullet came back clean, the gun it came from free of priors. Without fingerprints or any kind of DNA on the body, she was forced to leave the rest to the detectives.
That irked her, the fact she couldn't sweep in and solve the case for them. Her favorite part was one-upping the arrogant and often slovenly investigations of most detectives
