Ok, this is the first thing I've ever written so don't be too mean. Oh and I don't own the programme or anything to do with it.

Chapter 1- Finding a body

Grissom:

For most people, the announcement that a dead body has been recently discovered within your local area is an occurrence deemed to be horrifying, and fairly unimaginable, but for Gill Grissom and his team this was a completely routine situation. It was not that they were situated in a specifically rough area, or that they were in with a dodgy crowd of people, it was simply that they had chosen an occupation with the Crime Investigation lab, so this was yet another opportunity for them to display their extraordinary abilities in solving cases, whilst gaining yet more publicity -although this often included hostility from the relatives, or companions of the accused, and more obviously, the accused themselves.

Gill Grissom had never wondered why he had opted for a career in this particular field, his life had just seemed to follow that direction and everything had fitted into place and now he was high up in this specific vocation, although still nothing ceased to amaze him. "You see crimes are not a predictable thing, that's why my job interests me." He would tell acquaintances in various other lines of work, but as well as this, he loved the excitement of solving the case, and the self-assurance that came with knowing that he was of use to the world and was in fact helping to make it a safer place. Apprehending law breakers was something that he could be proud of, and for good reason, what other way was there of making sure the most dangerous people in Las Vegas, and the world for that matter, were kept behind bars? And now there was yet another opportunity for him to become a defender of everyone out there, because in his eyes, everyone was worth saving no matter what age or race, so long as they were not the perpetrator of the crime he was about to solve…….they deserved to rot in jail. So Grissom strode sedately to his uniform black car, with every intent to solve this crime efficiently, whilst continuing to correctly identify correlations between suspects and the evidence that he and his team would shortly be retrieving.

Warrick:

Almost the second Warrick arrived at the crime lab, he was sent out again, however he had not disobeyed any rules or attended work inappropriately dressed, it was a simple case of a crime scene in great need of investigating. He was not irritable from being unable to purchase a coffee on his journey to work, although he would have felt better for the caffeine. He'd become accustomed to barely even reaching the comfort of his crime lab before being ousted to yet another scene of homicide, or occasionally suicide, after all, this was his job and unlike some of his friends, he loved it. It had been his dream to become a scientist, and working in the field of crime, well that was a major bonus. So with a grin etched on his face, Warrick headed out, to find whichever unfortunate citizen would become the object of his latest inquiry.

Catherine:

Catherine arrived at the crime scene ten minutes later than everyone else, and as usual, no one queried her delayed arrival, they all knew that it would have something to do with Lindsey. It was hard being a single parent, and since Ed had died, the struggle to hold her demanding job whilst being actively involved in her daughters' life had intensified. But this wasn't the time to think about such things, no matter how emotionally corrosive they were. That was why none of her colleagues were conveying their ever-growing concerns vocally, though their facial expressions told more than their speech ever could.

She was now being selfish, Catherine believed in self discipline and so reminded herself that at least she was, a living, breathing, healthy being, the person she had come to see certainly was not.

Nick:

The body was, well there was no other way to put it, gruesome. It was mutilated and the face had been completely deformed. The twisted limbs were in unnaturally contorted positions, draped over the metal rim of the slide. More irritatingly though, all the teeth had been forcefully removed, preventing the identification of the body through dental records, and he didn't see how else they would go about discovering the name of this latest victim, there was no way he could possibly have looked like this before his murder. But there was no point deliberating on this right now, it was time to collect any evidence to solve the case. Gazing at this body, Nick was desperate to ensure the capture of the sick bastard who had gone to such extreme methods to drag out the family and friends' hope that their loved one may still be alive, before the grieving must surely begin.

Astoundingly, there was a reasonable amount of evidence that was not all that difficult to discover, Nick had expected nothing short of a mastermind after surveying the corpse, but he was able to quite quickly recover a full hand print on the handle of both murder weapons (a pickaxe and a kitchen knife), which were placed within a one metre radius of the body. Why, Nick thought, would somebody prevent identification of the victim, yet leave their prints all over the murder weapons? Unless trying to prove a point, or maybe the perpetrator of this heinous crime simply enjoyed being barbaric.

Sara:

From the moment she crossed the threshold of the area marked clearly with police tape, Sara could tell this was going to be an interesting case. The location of the offence to begin with was, although not remarkable, intensely unsettling. The body was placed lying face up, glassy eyed, jammed halfway up a slide in a children's play park. It wasn't as if bodies were never found in comparable places, but the murderer in such a case was always deemed to be a more twisted individual, as they were openly admitting that in performing such acts of violence, they were also willing to permanently mentally scar infants in their quest to wreak havoc on the innocent. However much Sara desired a witness who could assist the capture of the killer, she would never, ever, wish for the mind of someone as pure and naive as a child to be destroyed, when she knew that without a witness, they could still solve this dilemma.

Greg:

Although it was highly distracting, Greg was now prepared for the arduous task of ignoring the press, no matter how hard they pressed him for the story. He was amazed that the presses arrival had proceeded his own, the media were like vultures, he decided, the second the kill had been made, they were ready to examine it, and fed off any information the authorities would disclose. Greg realised that he actually found all the reporters vastly amusing, the way they were discard their dignity for the sake of their jobs, although as he thought about it he realised that he himself, would do the same to retain the job he adored.

The scene had now been processed, that painstaking procedure was no complete, so Greg glanced at the fleeting image of the body, bagged up and being sent for an autopsy, he would, no doubt receive the results of this later on.