AN: SO a few years ago I tried writing my own fan fiction and didn't do too good. My writing wasn't that great and personal life happened. Now that I have taken a couple of writing classes, graduated college, got married, and have to small children I thought I would try again. My ultimate goal is to write a book and will only be able to if I practice so I thought I go back to my old love of CSI. I still watch it some but will always cherish the original years. Which is where I will start with my new project. It will be broken down into 3 different stories, with the first one starting in Season 5. Some events will happen some will not. My hope is for my story to develop and my skills to get better. My goal is 1-2 chapters a week so I promise to do my best. WIth that said, on with the drama.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the events or characters associated with CSI only the characters you do not recognize.
Prologue
May, 2005
The courtroom was solemn as everyone packed in to hear the jury's verdict. The jury had only been out for a few hours before they summoned that they were ready. It was very quick to receive a verdict. There was no doubt that the defendant was nervous. As the jury finished filing into their box, the bailiff made his way to the front of the room to start the proceedings.
" All rise for the Honorable Judge Kimble", the bailiff announced as the Judge took his seat.
"Be seated" said Judge Kimble as the entire courtroom sat down. All eyes were on the judge and Jury, so no one noticed when a young man walked into the courtroom. He made sure he would be able to meet eyes with the defendant, for he wanted to give his moral support.
Judge Kimble turned to the jury and said " Have you reached a verdict?"
The foreman of the jury stood " We have Your' Honor". The verdict was passed to the judge and he looked at with no emotion before passing it back to the jury.
" Will the defendant please rise ". As he stood up he caught a small glimpse of the young man in the back, who offered a small smile of support.
" In the charge of first degree murder in the death of Rebecca Mitchell, how does the jury find?"
" We find the defendant, Gilbert Grissom, guilty of first degree murder".
As the jury read the verdict Grissom didn't know what to think. He took a quick look into the back and locked eyes with the young man who nodded and bowed his head before slipping out the door. Grissom watched the empty spot before slowly turning back to face the Judge.
" In that case sentencing will be next Monday. The defendant Will be taken into custody immediately. Court dismissed". The judge hit his gravel and quickly left the room.
As the bailiff started to walk over Grissom's attorney turned to him, " I'm so sorry Dr. Grissom. I let you down".
Grissom just shook his head and told him " You did your best Charlie, it was a lost cause anyways". With a sigh he turned around and placed his hands behind his back as the bailiff began to put the cuffs on.
As Charlie grabbed his briefcase he turned to Grissom one last time, " I'll check in on you as soon as possible".
The bailiff finished with the cuffs and started to turn him around as Grissom said, " Don't worry about me, I'll be fine". He turned around and let the bailiff lead him out to what would be his new life. He couldn't understand how the jury had found an innocent man guilty. For once in his life the evidence had let him down.