CSI - Series Fan Fiction ❯ CSI and I ❯ Open Sesame ( Chapter 1 )

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CSI and I

Disclamer:
This story has adult themes and content and is therefore rated NC-17. It also has homosexuality and if you don't like it then go kiss a cobra when it's pissed. All flames will be met with extinguishers and reviews are always welcome.
CSI, CSI Miami, and CSI New York are NOT MINE (tho I truly wish they were) and I am not making any money off of this story, It is for my own enjoyment and pleasure (twisted as that can be) and the only rights I have to this story are to the characters I made up and or based off of myself. If you don't like it then DON'T READ THE DAMN THING!!!!! Now on to the story.

Chapter 1: Open Sesame

I was never supposed to work for law enforcement. That's the first thing that you should know, I was supposed to become a Teacher or Social Worker, something that would have me working with children all the time. Most of my friends and family thought that police work was too difficult for me. That there was no way I'd ever make it as a Cop. They never looked at how well I handled the "difficult" situitions that seemed to crop up in all of their lives. They didn't see that this was one of the best ways I could think of to PROTECT those children I always adopted into my heart. I love ALL my children and will do anything to keep them healthy, happy, and preferably sane. And then lets try me moving to LAS VEGAS of all places! Oh my stars and garters, the shitstorm THAT raised damn near got me locked in a room and not ever let out again! It's not like I'm some innocent little choir girl! After all, I've seen and done quite a bit more than people would give me credit for. And my temperment is uniquily suited to Police work anyways. I just never showed it before I went to the acadamy. That was interesting, to say the least. Here I am on the wrong side of 35 and joining all these young whippersnappers who seem to think that I'm ancient, decrepid, and going to fail in my first week. First rule of survival, never judge a book by it's cover. While I look so out of shape it's funny, I'm stronger and in better shape than they realize, after all keeping munchkins in line tends to help with the stamina bit, and I am old enough that I don't really need 8 hours of sleep anymore. 6 seems to do me just fine. It helps that I look nowhere near my true age. When asked I tell people to guess, It's usually off by almost 10 years so I can take great comfort in knowing that I still have the looks that decive even when I don't really mean to. I also have skills that they don't have. I can walk up behind most people and not have them even notice until they turn around or I speak, I can't tell you how many times I have made people jump doing that, and the funny part is that I almost never try. I have a friend that litterally makes me wear a bell around my neck around her just so I can't do that to her, I end up managing to make her jump anyways. I'm not the most anal person I know, but I do my best and I tend to remember things that help in strange sitiuations. I have skills that aren't in use very much anymore and I just don't think about how I do things diffrently. I seem to have MOTHER CONFESSOR written on my forhead because I keep getting told things, disturbing and frightening things that should not be brought up and yet, it is their need to be heard and understood which is what keeps them coming to me. It's a widely known joke that if noone else can get a confession just put me in the room and start timing. The record is about 30 seconds to get the man to start talking. I still don't know why I seem to have that gift, or curse if you will. I just do. Belive it or not I passed the acadamy with pretty high marks. I'm not a super genius or anything but I have something that alot of people seem to lack, comon sense and the ability to retain what information I absorb. i've also gotten alot better at telling people to do their own damn homework instead of coming to me for help all the time. I still helped people with studing, I just made sure MY homework was done first. I have a patience that many of my collugues don't possess just yet and I have a tight reign on my temper as well. It takes alot for me to get enraged and even more to let it out. There is one place that I was severly lacking in and I thank every day for the help I got in studying and practicing in it and that was self defence. I'm not a judo master or ever likely to become one, but now I can defend myself when and if it becomes neccessary. The resolve has always been there even when the skills were not. I suprised even myself with how well I have taken to ballistics and shooting. It calms me in ways that I don't think I can describe. Now there's 2 ways to calm me down if I'm in a tearing fit, hand me a baby or take me to the range.
I never expected to actually get the job in Las Vegas, but I applied anyways. Shocked the hell out of me when they asked me to come in for an interview. Shocked me even more when they decided to start training me as a CSI liason to the rest of the force. They were going to put me in with the some of the best and the brightest CSI's in the country and have me eventually take over for the head of the department. I really shocked alot of them when I said sure and shocked them even more when I saw who I was going to replace. After all it's not often that I get to see one of my 'Uncles' from when I was a kid!
"Oh my stars and garters! Uncle Gil? Is that you?!" Jessie looked up at one of the only men to survive the hell that was her childhood and squeeled as she ran into his arms for a hug. She got one better as Gil picked her up and twirled her about smiling fit to burst and asked, "Jessie? What the hell are you DOING here!?"
"I just got a job here silly! Can you belive it? Me, a cop?"
" Your kidding! Please tell me your kidding!" Uncle Gil puts me down and keeps his hands at her waist as she looked at him and smiled at his concern.
"Uncle Gil, you know that I love you and I know that you only said that because you love me too, but is that really how you want to talk to the person who's going to be your shadow for the next few months?" I smiled as I teased him gently letting him know that this was real and that we were still in public.
Uncle Gil groaned and softly stated,"I'm sorry honey, it's just a bit of a shock is all. I still think of you as my little girl and here you are telling me that your a cop and going to be working the most dangerious shift, I'll adjust, I promise!" He then leans over and gives me a chaste kiss on my forhead as he gives me the gentle hug I remember from my childhood. "Ahh, I have missed you Jessie!" He laughs bitterly and I look up in inquery, "Oh I think we have just provided the gossip mill here with so much amunition that it's going to take weeks to hear all the rumors!" I have to laugh at that one too, but I am saddened that he seems to think so little of himself. "Why so upset?" I ask softly enough that only he can tell what I say, I watch as he mouths "I'll tell you later hun, now isn't the time." "Later." I promise.
"Now! Introduce me to everyone so I have faces to go with the names I already have!"