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(This is a story I wrote a good few years ago on this site. I have brought it back in the hope to get new feedback and maybe some new fans. Fans of any C.S.I's should check it out. Let me know what you think. Thanks.)

The Las Vegas skyline shown from 5 different angles in flashes of the casinos and hotels and the water features infront of hotels.
From a small window in a house the rain can be seen pouring down outside into a small carpark. A small front room with two arm chairs and a small wooden table aswell as a large bookcase and a 27 inch T.V screen sit in one corner of the room. The large bookcase is filled with newspapers and history books aswell as the Bible. The T.V is on showing news of weather reports over the last couple of hours. On the T.V shows a woman in yellow rain coat standing out in the middle of a road as the rain is coming down strongly. The weather reporter is heard saying.

REPORTER: And now it is all to clear that Las Vegas is in the centre of a storm season. The rain fall in the last few days alone has been almost 20 inches in a single day. And as far as we know it is only going to be getting worse. The Las Vegas storm drains have been struggling with the amount of rain passing through them and a large number of them have become bogged up. Residents of Las Vegas are being told to stay in doors as the roads are becoming more difficult due to flash rain fall. And now back to David in the studio.

The arm on the chair moves to grab a can of soda. The person sitting in the arm chair grabs the can and brings it to his lips. He takes two mouth fulls and crashes the can with his hairy hand. He loosely throws the soda can over towards the small plastic bin in the corner. The shot misses just hitting the edge of the bin and bouncing to the floor. The man begins to scan through the channels slowly thumbing the remote for a different channel as a cop programme comes on. He flicks to a talk show talking about disturbed kids. Watching breifly for a moment as a 12 year old girl kicks off at her mom for never being there for her. The man mumbles to himself.

MAN: What a load of S**t. They are always the same.

The man flicks again finding a police chase. He moves around in his arm chair getting comfy again. As he see's four police cars are chasing a BMW down a busy motorway. The BMW is serving from lane to lane that is until it clips the back of a 14 wheeler truck and goes spinning off into the grassy shoulder. The cops cars quickly pull up and the cops get out. They all run over weapons draw and drag the suspect kicking and screaming out the car as the chopper catches the whole thing on camera. He smiles mumbling to himslef.

MAN: Good one that one.

He flicks over again to find a horror film. It's a zombie one where a bunch of people are trapped in a farm house as the zombies close in. He puts the programme finder up to see it's called Night of the living dead. He begins watching it as the zombies attack the house again the few remaining people trapped inside the house try to beat them off with a hunting rifle and some clubbing weapons. Suddenly from the kitchen area he hears a noise. The man slowly stumbles to his feet and walks down the hallway into the kitchen and dinning room area. He haden't used the dinning room area in months.

He took two steps into the room and was about to take a third step when he spotted something on the floor. A peice of paper as the man bends down to take a look a large shadowary figure of a man is stood behind him holding a peice of metal pipe. The man is hidden in darkness as the screen goes black. Who are you intro begins to play.
 
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Good start. :) I edited the post to remove the weird font coding
(it looks like this: [*Font=Arial], only without the *). That sometimes happens when you copy and paste from Microsoft Word or other programs. What I did was set my MS Word to the site's font and font size so that when I type my fics in Word and copy and paste them here, there is no weird coding following the fic. :)
 
(Thanks for that GregNickRyanFan.)

Scene of the crime. There is the body of the man from the first scene laying on the floor with a pool of blood next to his head. The only light source is coming from the window across from the body. The moon light shinning through the window casting a square of the body. The rest of the two joined rooms is in darkness. There is a bloodly hand mark on the table. The police officer at the door is holding his belt and radio as he steps to the side.

Dectective Jim Brass walks through the door. He is wearing a pair of black shirt pants with a blue coloured shirt and a black tie with a deep grey suit jacket. He walks in holding a small flash light and a notepad. He is in his 50's and is a very good if not the best Homacide Dectective on the force.

In behind him walks Warrick Brown. Warrick is a CSI level 3 and is very good at what he does. Warrick is wearing dark blue jeans with a black T shirt with his CSI level 3 badge round his neck. His strandard issue sidearm is on his belt. Warrick already has his latex gloves on. As he steps through the door he lifts his hand clicking his little pen light on the dead body. In Warrick's other hand he holds his silver CSI case.

Right behind him steps Greg Sanders. CSI level 1 still a rookie to the whole Crime Scene Investigation. He is wearing light blue jeans and a grey t shirt with a black CSI sleeveless jacket on. He is still putting on his other latex glove as he steps into the room aswell as trying to hold his silver CSI case. Greg only in his early 20's finishes putting his glove on and pulls out his penlight flicking it on and scanning it over the body. They look at the body as Jim Brass talks to them.

JIM BRASS: Lee Paulson. Aged 35. Lived with his dog. Neighbours reported his dog scratching at the front door trying to get in. They called the police to check up on it. First officer on the scene tried the bell when there was no answer decided to check the house out and found him dead. No one else has set foot in here.

WARRICK BROWN: Ok. Thanks Brass.
GREG SANDERS: Do we know if this guy has any family?
JIM BRASS: We're still looking into it. Am going to go talk with the neighbours. See if our friend has had any visitors.

Jim Brass turns and heads out as the police officer on the door follows him out of the house. Warrick walks over to the body and crouches down taking a closer look at the wound. Greg puts his kit case down and walks over to the table checking out the bloodly hand print.

WARRICK BROWN: Bunt force to the head. Can't get a good look at the wound. Doc might be able to tell us more.
GREG SANDERS: I got a bloodly hand print on the table.
WARRICK BROWN: looks like some kind of fibres in the wound.

As Warrick turns his light across the body he spots something at the foot of the door in the hallway out side. He walks over and shines his light on the tiled floor. It shows a foot print.

WARRICK BROWN: I got a foot print. Most likely a sneaker. Am going to get the electro static dust print lifter from the SUV. Take a sample of the blood on the hand print and get a couple of those fibres from the wound.

Warrick Brown steps round the edge of the door and heads out to the SUV. Greg takes a swab out of his kit and crouches down next to the table and carefully runs the swab through the outer part of the blood. He lifts up the brown cap and clips it into place protecting the swab. He then puts it into his kit and takes out his tweezers. He steps over to the body and crouches down to collect some of the fibres from the wound. As Greg is leaning over the cloest door slowly opens and out steps a man from the shadows behind Greg. He lifts a cloth in his hands.
 
The Crime Scene Investigation Lab. It's grave yard shift. Throughtout the lab there are people working some are sorting through DNA refenceses others are reading through reports. Others are in the gun room firing a suspects weapon from another case to try and match the staria of the bullets to see if they come from the same gun. In one corner of the lab there is Eclkals office the head of the Crime Scene Investigation lab. He is sitting there going through some reports. Heading round the centre of the lab round to the locker room we find Nick Stokes. He is a CSI level 3.

He has short black hair. He is in his late 20's. He has just gotten dressed for his shift. He is wearing dark blue jeans with a tight red jumper. On his belt is his Beretta sidearm on the other side is his CSI badge. He takes out his Beretta checking it as he looks over to the only other person in the room. Sarah Sidle is sitting on the bench looking into her locker she has something in her hand. Sarah Sidle is also a CSI level 3 along with Nick, Warrick and Catherine Willows. Sarah is in her late 20's too. She is wearing black pants with a white shirt and her CSI black long sleeve jacket to keep her warm. Her black hair is in a part falling it fall either side of her head. Her hair comes down to her shoulders.

She sneezed again in the tissue she had in her hand. She hated being ill but it wasen't going to stop her from working. She loved work and she loved the team she was in. Graveyard shift contained of Herself, Nick Stokes, Warrick Brown, Greg Sanders, Catherine Willows and her boss Gil Grissom. The team hade been together a good couple of years now and had grown very close. The newest member Greg Sanders had worked in the lab before becoming a CSI level one. So they had still known him the same amount of time. She looked over at Nick Stokes.

NICK STOKES: Bless you. You know you should really be home in bed trying to get better.

Sarah Sidle smiled back at him.

SARAH SIDLE: Am fine. Really. It's nothing should go away in a couple of hours.

Nick stokes looked over at Sarah. He was worried about her. She would always work. She haden't had a day off in over a year. Even if she did have a day off she would listen to the police scanner and as soon as she heard a call she would come in. He had to hand it to her Sarah lived for her work. He was just worried that she had gotten burnt out, run down and now she was ill because of it.

NICK STOKES: Are you sure your ok?
SARAH SIDLE: Really. Am great couldn't be better.

Sarah sneezed loudly again using the tissue to help cover her nose. Nick shook his head putting his Beretta back into his holster and locking it in there.

NICK STOKES: Just make sure Grissom doesn't see you like that.
SARAH SIDLE: It's ok he won't. You don't mind getting our call out from Grissom do you?
NICK STOKES: So i have to go and get our call out papers just so Grissom doesn't see you like this.

Suddenly Gil Grissom walks past the locker area. He is in his 50's with grey hair and a grey berad. He is wearing black pants and a black shirt. His CSI badge is hanging round his neck. He is the boss of the gravyard shift. He is busy looking down at a clip board. He glances into the locker room and see's Sarah and Nick. He walks inside the locker room. As Sarah turns away from him hidding the tissue behind her leg.

NICK STOKES: Hey Gris.
SARAH SIDLE: Yeah.
GIL GRISSOM: Warrick and Greg have been sent out for a 419 just off Plaza strip. And Catherine has a family emergency. We have no other call outs at this point so the next call out is going to be us three. So i want you to to be ready. Ok?
NICK STOKES: Ok Gris.

Gil Grissom turns and begins to head out. He just gets outside the door looking at his notes again. When he hears a sneeze. He stops and turns round heading back into the locker room.

GIL GRISSOM: What was that?
NICK STOKES: What was what?

Grissom spots the tissue in Sarah's hand and looks over at Nick.

NICK STOKES: If you need me i'll be in the lunch room.

Nick Stokes heads out the locker room. As Grissom steps towards Sarah.

GIL GRISSOM: You can't be in here tonight.
SARAH SIDLE: Am fine really. Am ok.
GIL GRISSOM: Sarah take the night off.
SARAH SIDLE: Grissom i... Really am good. It will be gone in a few hours.
GIL GRISSOM: Sarah we collect evidence. I can't risk you contamaining a scene because you sneezed. Am sending you home.
SARAH SIDLE: Please Grissom i want to help.
GIL GRISSOM: Then go home Sarah. If you feel better tomorrow come in tomorrow night.

Grissom turns and walks out the door as Sarah takes her CSI jacket off and puts it back in her locker getting her blue demin jacket out. Gil Grissom steps back into the doorway.

GIL GRISSOM: Oh and Sarah.
SARAH SIDLE: Yeah?
GIL GRISSOM: Get some witchhazel and put it round your neck. That should help and ease your nose.

Grissom smiles and walks away looking back down at his clip board. As Sarah reaches into her locker to get her bag out and go home.
 
Warrick Brown is standing at the back of the Black CSI Land Rover. He is looking through the trunk of it searching for the shoe print lifting kit. He reaches over a couple of brown bags and finds it. He pulls it out looking round as a group of people have come out of the motel across the street to have a look and find out what was going on. Grissom had told him once that death was the most watched show in Las Vages and now Warrick could see why. No matter where they were or what time of night it was there would always be a couple of people trying to be nosey.

He turned round spotting Dectective Jim Brass taking a statement from an old looking grey haired woman. The other three officers were managing to stop anyone else getting into the scene. The news reporters haden't heard about it yet. Warrick walks over and with the foot print lifting kit to Jim Brass. The old woman is talking very quietly as Jim Brass takes notes on a small pad of paper. Warrick looks over at Brass as the woman keeps talking.

WOMAN: I heard a noise at about 11...or maybe it was later...erm...no it was 11:13 i remember cause i looked over at the clock in the kitchen as i went to the toliet.
JIM BRASS: This noise you heard? Could you describe it?
WOMAN: It was like a loud bang...No wait. It was a loud thud followed by two more. Then silence.
JIM BRASS: Ok. Thank you for your time.

Warrick is just about to say something to Jim Brass when a car comes speeding down the highway a couple of feet infront of the house. Suddenly two cop cars follow the speeding car. Their sirens are going full out. Making it almost impossible to hear. Warrick has to shout to Jim Brass.

WARRICK: Any Help?
JIM BRASS: Nothing much that most of the neighbours heard. But i still have a few more to interview.
WARRICK: Ok. We'll follow the evidence.

Warrick turns away from Dectective Jim Brass and comes back in with the Footprint dust lifting kit. He carefully walks through the front door and down the corridor to the dinning room. As he steps inside the dinning room he see's Greg Sanders laying on the floor next to the dead body. The sirens of the police cars giving chase outside still drowning out most of the sound.

WARRICK: Jim! CSI down! I need backup!

Warrick quickly draws his weapon and steps into the room. Warrick begins to check the room holding his weapon in his right hand and his penlight in his left. He checks round the door and then checks round the table. Carefully sweeping across the room. He goes over to the window and checks it's shut then he goes round the counter and checks in the kitchen.

WARRICK: GREG?

After checking the room he heads over to Greg Sanders and puts his weapon back in his holster. He reaches down checking Greg's pulse. He has a pulse, a weak pulse. Suddenly from behind Warrick the shadowary figure of a man steps out of the cloest again lifting an irom pipe above Warrick's head.
 
The noise of the police cars has died off into the distance. Some of the people standing outside behind the crime scene tape have returned to their homes and gone to bed. There are only a handful of people left watching the police officers standing at the edge of the tape. Homicide Dectective Jim Brass finishes taking the last person's statement writing down notes into his little notepad. He turns round looking over at the CSI Land Rover. He turns round putting his notepad into his inside jacket pocket and begins to head towards the front door of the crime scene. It had been at least 20 minutes since Warrick had come out to see how he was doing. As Jim Brass thought back he didn't remember either CSI coming out to collect more equipment or to bring evidence out to the Land Rover. Dectective Jim Brass gets to the open door and looks into the living room. There is no sound just silence. Jim Brass heads inside the building and begins to walk down towards the kitchen and dinning room. He calls out.

JIM BRASS: Hey Warrick!

Silence. He stops for a second in the middle of the corridor.

JIM BRASS: Hey Sanders!

Still just silence. Jim Brass quickly reaches back pulling his Beretta out of his holster. He pulls out a small torch and lifting his Beretta up puts the torch next to it. He shouts back down the corridor.

JIM BRASS: Hey sergeant get in here!

Another police officer comes through the front doorway and seeing Jim Brass with his weapon drawn draws his own. The officer steps up behind Jim Brass. Brass carefully but quickly moves down the side of the corridor. They both swing their weapons round into the room. The room is empty apart from the dead body from the call out. Jim Brass calls out again as he enters the room with the police officer.

JIM BRASS: Warrick! Sanders!

The police officer takes the left side of the room going round the dinning room table and skirting the room. Jim Brass takes the right hand side of the room moving round the counter into the kitchen. The whole area is empty. The sergeant turns to Jim Brass.

SERGEANT: Clear!

Suddenly there is thud from behind the door that leads into the corridor. Jim Brass instantly lifts his weapon stepping towards the door with the sergeant closely following him. The sergeant reaches for the handle of the door as Jim Brass nods. He pulls the door open to show a closet, then he grabs the handle again as Jim Brass aims his weapon for chest height. The sergeant pulls the door open on Jim Brass's nod. Suddenly a baseball bat drops out the closet to the floor. Jim Brass turns to the officer.

JIM BRASS: Clear!

Jim Brass puts his weapon away and turns round pulling his radio off his belt. He lifts it to his mouth.

JIM BRASS: Dispatch... We have two CSI's missing at the crest grove complex! I repeat! We have two CSI's missing at the crest grove complex! Send back up!

Jim Brass glanced down at the floor. He see's a pool of blood on the floor a few feet away from the body. He thinks back to when he entered the scene and it wasen't there. He lifts the radio up again.

JIM BRASS: Dispatch one of the CSI's possibly injured! Damn it! Get me Gil Grissom!

Jim Brass puts the radio back on his belt and turns heading out the room into the corridor. He walks out the building to the officers nearby.

JIM BRASS: I want a full inside check of that house. But no one and I repeat no one set foot in the Dining hall and Kitchen. Also give me a perimeter check too! Now!

The police officers turn away and begin heading round the sides of the house. Jim Brass looks out into the road infront of him. Where the hell was Warrick and Sanders?

(Hi. So Readers I would love to know what you think so far? Please feel free to write comments on the story. Or even what you think could happen. Please no spoilers. Thanks.)
 
There are at least 10 police patrol cars all outside the small building. There is a gap larger than a car with police officers ushering a black Land Rover through. The black Land Rover pulls to a stop as Jim Brass heads over to it. The Passenger door opens and out steps Gil Grissom. He is still wearing the same as before however now he has a dark blue CSI jacket on. His face a neutral expression. He quickly turns round reaching back into the LandRover and pulls of his silver CSI kit.
The driver's door opens and out steps Nick Stokes. He is wearing everything he was before however now he has a sleeveless CSI equipment jacket on. He too reaches into the back of the Land Rover and pulls out a silver CSI kit. Jim Brass quickly heads over to Grissom as Nick shouts over the hood of the Land Rover.

NICK STOKES: What the hell happened?

Nick Stokes quickly moves round the side of Land Rover and over to Brass and Grissom. Grissom has begun walking towards the doorway with Jim Brass and Nick Stokes along side him.

JIM BRASS: The two officers had not correctly searched the premises.
GIL GRISSOM: How long has it been since anyone last saw them?
JIM BRASS: About 40 minutes.
NICK STOKES: Well where are the two officers?
JIM BRASS: Over there standing by the patrol car. Am going to have a chat with them in a minute.

The three of them get to the doorway of the buidling. Grissom pulls out his little pen light and flicks it on as does Nick Stokes. Grissom crouches down and begins shinning the light along the floor. There is no shoe prints. He stops looking at the rug carpet. Meanwhile Nick is shinning his pen light round the sides of the door frame. There is no signs of forced entry. Grissom stands up.

GIL GRISSOM: Is there a back entrance to this building?
JIM BRASS: A back door that heads out into a small alleyway.
GIL GRISSOM: Nick. You take the back of the house once done come inside and we will process the crime scene.
NICK STOKES: Got it Gris.

Nick Stokes turns and heads round the side of the house. Gil Grissom turns to Jim Brass. Brass see's the look of concern in Grissom's eyes. He answers Grissom's question before Grissom even asks it.

JIM BRASS: There are three officers round the back of the building. The body is in the dinning room off to the left.

Grissom nods and heads inside shinning the small pen light over the front room. The T.V was still on. He walks through the front room hugging the wall heading towards the doorway on the left. He gets to the doorway with Jim Brass just behind him. Grissom see's the dead body laying on the floor. Grissom heads forward and over towards the body making a straight line for the body. He crouches down next to the body and looks at the wound on the back of the man's head. There are small fibres caught in the wound. Turning round he opens his case and takes out a pair of latex gloves putting them on then he reaches inside and gets his tweezers out. He carefully takes a couple of the fibres. Grissom puts the fibres in a small brown envelope. He turns spotting a bloody handprint on the table. He takes a swab out of his kit and wipes it lightly through the outer part of the edge of the hand print. Grissom clips the lid on the swab and puts it in his kit. He turns aiming his small light at the room. He spots the footprint on the floor outside the door. Jim Brass is next to the closet.

JIM BRASS: That blood pool wasen't there before Greg and Warrick went missing.

Gil Grissom shines his light over at the blood pool. He goes to step over to it when he spots something on the wall that makes him freeze. A partial hand print in blood. It is low down on the wall. Just then Nick Stokes steps round the edge of the doorway. He is wearing latex gloves and is holding a CSI sleeveless equipment jacket like his own. He holds it up to Grissom.

NICK STOKES: Grissom! I found this in the trash can out back!

Gil Grissom looks at the name on the jacket in Nick's hand. It says Sanders written on it. Nick then turns the jacket round to show Grissom the back. Round the neck part of the jacket there is blood.
 
There is a small apartment. The whole apartment is in darkness the only light coming through a gap in the curtains in the bedroom window, There is a large double bed in the average sized bedroom. On the night stands next to the bed there is a Beretta which was a standard issue for the police force. The Beretta still in it's holster. There is also a glass off water on the night stand next to it. Most of the water had been drunk from the glass leaving only a little left. On the other night stand on the other side of the table was a box of tissues. There was four large pillows covering most of the head board with a large thick cover over the bed.

Laying asleep in the bed is a very ill Sara Sidle. Her brown shoulder length hair is thrown all over her face. Her breathing is low and calm. Heading outside into the front room and the kitchen combined into one with just a small counter setting the two areas apart. The curtains in the front room blowing slightly from a small gap cause the window is slightly open. Onto the small coffee table. Sitting on the coffee table was Sara Sidle's CSI Level 3 badge. Next to the CSI badge is a Report from a top CSI in Los Angeles. Next to the report was her mobile phone.

The whole room silent apart from a low breeze from the gap in the window. Suddenly Sara Sidle's phone screen lit up. The screen on her phone flashing blue. Her phone letting out a low "Ring Ring". It rings a couple of times as the name flashing on the screen is Gil Grissom. The phone rings a couple more times and then stops. The screen flashing once to show one missed call. The phone begins to ring again as Sara begins to toss and turn in the bed.

The phone still ringing a low "Ring Ring" again. Sara's breathing has become quicker and more uncontrolled. The caller's name again flashing up on the phone as Gil Grissom. She tosses and turns a couple more times as the phone stops ringing. It flashes again as two missed calls. Sara's hair is soaking wet and matted to her head and face. She is sweating badly as her face turns into a anguish site of pain. She mumbles through parted lips.

SIDLE: Noo. Noo. Wait!

Sara's eyes slowly open. She turns on her side grabbing her Beretta out of it's holster and sits up in the bed waking up. She quickly scans the room with the Beretta raised. She carefully looks round her empty bedroom. She lets the Beretta's aim drop into her lap.

She turns round putting her Beretta back on her night stand. She had been having the same nightmare for the past 2 weeks ever since that case. Before she began to think back to the case she stopped her mind thinking and turned round grabbing the glass of water. She drank the contents of the glass trying to empty her mind of the case and as the last of the water slipped down her mouth she remembered the report from Los Angeles she still needed to read. She didn't like the idea of trying to go back to sleep. Her sleep time had been cut in half since the nightmares began.

She turned round swinging her legs out of the bed and stood up still holding the glass. She was wearing dark grey Pajamas pants and a black tank top. She heads out of her bed room and into her front room. She turns grabbing the report not even looking at her mobile phone. She heads over into the kitchen and goes to the sink. She turns on the tap as the water slowly pours out she holds her glass under it looking at the front page of the report. Sara turns back and knocks the tap off as the water gets to about a inch away from the top of the tall thin glass. She heads back over into the front room round the counter taking a small couple of sips of water from the glass.

She sits down in a comfy single chair next to the table on the other side of the table away from her phone. She puts the glass down on the table as she sits back and opens the report to page 16 where she was last up to. The report was focusing on techniques used by CSI's so far and some possible new tests they could use that where still in the tried and tested areas of being recognised. Sara lifts the page up and begins to read.
 
Inside the Morgue. The bright lights showing a very clean room with two computers round the outside. There is two large tables. One of the tables is empty. The other has the dead body from the crime scene laying on it. All his clothes have been removed. there is a long blue cloth covering his lower half. The man's skin has gone very pale almost white. Standing over the body is Doc Robbins. A very smart man in his late 50's. He has a white and grey beard and moustache. His hair is slowly thinning ontop of his head. His face portays kindness and caring. His glasses are hanging on thread which is round his neck. They lightly bounce on his chest as he walks. He is wearing black shoes and black pants the rest of him is covered in a long blue overall that ties at the back. On one of his hands he has a latex glove the other is holding his crutch.

He heads over to the desk by the doors after checking looking round the victims throat. He takes his hand out his crutch and picks up a file. He lifts his glasses up looking at it. One of the doors swings open and Gil Grissom walks in alone. Grissom takes two gloves out the box on the end of the table as he walks over to the body. Doc Robbins notices how Grissom seems rushed unlike his normal self. Doc Robbins puts the file down and takes his crutch using it to get back over to the table. Doc Robbins gets to the body as he speaks.

ROBBINS: Hello Grissom.
GRISSOM: Hello Doctor. So what can you tell me about the victim?
ROBBINS: Well cause of death was blunt force trauma to the back of the skull. Possible multiple blows to the back of the skull. Caused massive damage to the skull forcing the skull to crack. Also due to the nature of the wounds the man suffered brain hemmoraging and some blood clotting. Part of the fracture in the skull itself piercing the left temporal brain lobe causing the brain itself to just shut down. Death would of been within seconds. Time of death puts it most likely between 9 and 11 this evening.
GRISSOM: What can you tell me about the weapon?
ROBBINS: The weapon was a long cylinder like object. I was thinking baseball bat until i found these.

Doc Robbins turns round grabbing a small capped tub off the small metal table next to him. He hands it over to Grissom. Grissom holds it up towards the light.

GRISSOM: What are those?
ROBBINS: Tiny little metal fragments. I found more in the wound tract. I sent them off to trace.
GRISSOM: Anything else?
ROBBINS: Clothing i already sent off to Nick. But i did also found small fibres in the wound.
GRISSOM: Yeah. I found those at the crime scene.
ROBBINS: Well i took a couple and sent them off to the labs.
GRISSOM: Ok. Thanks Doc.

Grissom turns round and begins to head out as Doc Robbins puts his hand back into his crutch and steps round the table. Grissom pulls his latex gloves off and throws them in the bin.

ROBBINS: Grissom?

Grissom turns round looking over at the doctor. He steps forward over to Grissom.

GRISSOM: Yes? Doc.
ROBBINS: I heard what happened to Warrick and Greg. Am sorry. I hope they are ok.
GRISSOM: Yeah. Me too. Thanks Doc.

Grissom turns and heads out as Doc Robbins turns round taking his latex glove off and throws it in the bin. Doc Robbins then walks over to the desk and sits down leaning his crutch on the desk next to the chair. He takes a pen and begins to write in his report.
 
The Labs. We see Nick Stokes working through the evidence. He pulls out a box and reaches inside pulling out a brown bag he opens it and pulls out Greg Sandlers CSI jacket. He has already given the swab of blood off the jacket and from both hand prints aswell as the single blood pool on the floor to DNA with the fibres in the wound. The metal fragments he had given to Hodges when he has come back in from the crime scene Grissom had gone to the Morgue shortly after the body. Nick took out a magniflying scope and began to look over the whole of the jacket front and back. He then began to tape lift the whole jacket. He was working as quick as he could.He was half way through taping lifting the whole jacket when he glanced over his shoulder and saw the baseball bat tagged up in a bag.

He turned round wishing he has another CSI helping like Warrick or Sara. He froze as he thought it. Thinking of Warrick and Greg. Where was they? What was happening to them? When him and Grissom had got the call from dispatch all he had wanted to do was get to the scene. It finally sunk in. They where gone. Nick Stokes leaned back against the table his head in his hands. How had this happened? Why had it happened? Nick prided himself on knowing the answers to anything that was asked but his mind couldn't search for the answer.

He was so busy thinking he didn't even hear the knock on the door. Someone speaking suddenly brought him back as he looked over at the door. It was David Hodges from Trace. He was almost the same size as Nick in height but quite thin. Hodges was in his late 20's and was wearing black shoes dark blue pants and a long blue lab coat with a sky blue shirt under it. His brown hair brushed over to the right. His blue eyes almost searching for something on Nick's face. He is holding a couple of peices of paper. Nick stared over at him waiting for him to speak.

HODGES: Am looking for Grissom. You haven't seen him have you?
STOKES: Hodges Grissom is at the morgue. Are those the results of the tests?
HODGES: Yes. I might as well tell you as your the only CSI here.

Hodges walks in his last words cutting into Nick as Nick gives Hodges a glare for a minute then lets it go. Hodges steps across from Nick on the other side of the table taking out a peice of paper and handing it over to Nick. Nick begins to read through it as Hodges speaks.

HODGES: The metal flakes you give me are mostly lead based. The graph your looking at shows it is infact what i believed it was after checking it under the microscope. They are lead flakes mostly likely from a lead pipe. Which was used between the 1900's through to 1984 where Lead pipes where replaced because of the dangers of lead posioning through water pipes. However the search ends there.
STOKES: Why?
HODGES: Because any building built before 1984 has lead pipes in it. Which gives us a search radius of over half of Vegas. Also with those Lead flakes that rules your baseball bat out as weapon of choice. I also checked those fibres for you.
STOKES: I give those to DNA?
HODGES: They kicked them back to me. The fibres are from a Nylon-poly weave i crossed refenced it and found it come from a 1999 Dodge black jacket. Also i am DNA's messanger boy. The blood from the hand print on the table matches your victim. However the blood from the hand print on the wall, the blood pool on the floor and the blood on the back of Greg's jacket is all from one person.
STOKES: Who?

10 minutes later Grissom is walking down the corridor into the labs when Nick Stokes comes out the evidence room and walks over to him with a file.

GRISSOM: What have we got?
STOKES: The weapon is a Lead pipe the metal flakes give us that. The footprint is a size 10 running shoe but dead ends there. The baseball bat was a dead end too. The bloodly hand print on the table matches the victims blood and fingerprints. The fibres we got from the wound are from a Black 1999 Dodge Jacket. And the fingerprint i got off the backdoor handle give us a suspect. Teavor Bone A.K.A Tbone. He was arrested in 1986 for attempted robbery and second degree murder but the case was dropped. The CSI at the time was David Dacson. I was just heading to get you.
GRISSOM: Why does that name sound familar? What about the Bloodly hand print on the wall, blood on the back of Greg's jacket and the blood pool?
STOKES: They all match one person the same at the fingerprints in the bloodly handprint on the wall. Grissom it's all Warrick's Blood!

Grissom just freezes looking at Nick Stokes. He takes the file off Nick Stokes looking through it. He finds the page for the blood tests. It is a perfect match at the top of the page is Warrick Brown's in the subject's name box.
 
A Large open neighbourhood. There is a bunch of young men hanging round one of the houses. They are a street gang. All the houses in the single area all on one floor with no upstairs. They have metal fencing round the small graden they have at the front of their houses. There are five men in the group outside the house. Down the street come two police patrol cars with a black Land Rover in between them. The police cars and Land Rover turn and pull up along side the kerb.

One officer gets out the front car with Jim Brass and two officers get out the back patrol car as Nick Stokes gets out the driver's door of the Land Rover and Gil Grissom gets out the passenger side door. the young lads all begin talking as the officers come over. Jim Brass looks over at the young lads. There is a man on the other side of the metal fence he is in his 30's and looks odd with a young of lads this young. The man is wearing jeans and a vest top. All the lads are wearing baggy jeans and hoodies. Jim Brass steps forward.

BRASS: Teavor Bone?

One of the young lads steps up in front of Brass. Trying to get in his face. Brass just stares the lad in the eyes.

LAD: That is Tbone to you!
BRASS: Oh yeah right Tbone. And what is your name?
LAD: My friends call me Apax!
BRASS:Ok Apax. Now why don't you move out the way before we take a little trip to the station and i'll ring your parents and tell them why your there?

The young lad steps back and over to his mates. Brass heads over to Teavor Bone with Grissom and Stokes behind him.

BRASS: Am Dectective Jim Brass with the Las Vegas Police. This is Gil Grissom and Nick Stokes with the crime lab. We would like to ask you a few questions.
BONE: So ask them already!
BRASS: Where have you been tonight? Mr Brown.
BONE: I was in my house watching a film!
BRASS: What time was that?
BONE: Must of been from 8 till 10:15 maybe 10:30! Look what is all this for?
BRASS: We are investigating the death of a Mr Lee Paulson in his home just off Plaza strip.
STOKES: You know him?
BONE: No can't say i do! So if you don't have any other questions shove off!
STOKES: We don't have time for this?
GRISSOM: Look we found your finger print on the back door handle of his house. If you have a good reason for your print being there then tell us?
BRASS: If not your coming down to the station to be charged with murder!
BONE: I robbed his house.
GRISSOM: When?
BONE: Three days ago.
BRASS: Officers! Your under arrest for burgerly. And we still need to have a chat about Lee Paulson.

Brass steps forward and puts the handcuffs on Teavor Bone. He takes him leading him over to the second patrol car and puts him in the back as the two oficers get into the patrol car Jim brass heads over to the other officer. Nick Stokes turns to Gil Grissom.

STOKES: Grissom if he's not the killer. It's another dead end. What do we do?
GRISSOM: I.. I don't know!

Both Nick Stokes and Gil Grissom turn watching as the second patrol car starts up and heads past them down the street. In the back sits their only lead they have left. After Teavor Bone they have nothing.

(Hi. Glad you are enjoying it BlueDiamondStar. I would love to hear what people think of this story. I am also in the process of doing alot of Cross over stories with Las Vegas, Miami and New York not to mention my next group C.S.I L.A. So please would love to hear anyone's thoughts. Thanks.)
 
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