A/N: Sigh, if only I did own them, the world would be perfect. But sadly, I don't. So I'll simply have to stick to writing fanfiction. Oh well. Anyway, in case you didn't get the point, I don't own em. I do however insert myself into my own fanfictions. :) There will definitely be some NS in here, but mostly this is just my pathetic dreams.

Chapter One: Interns

June 28, 2007

"Hey Grissom." Greg Sanders called out to the older man.

"Yes?" Gil Grissom, the supervisor of the CSI nightshift team turned around, his blue eyes boring into the young lab tech.

"I have a favor to ask."

"In my office please." Grissom led Greg into his office, which was more of a spider-lair. "Now, what is this favor that you need?"

"My little sister, Anna, wants to be a CSI when she leaves for college. She got accepted into Harvard on a squash scholarship and is going to major in physics. She's crazy-off-the-wall smart. She went to one of the most competitive high schools in Washington State and graduated top of her class, magna cum laude." Greg said this all in one breath.

"My Greg, it seems the brains skipped a generation." Grissom smiled lightly, affectionately riffing the lab tech. "Hmm. Well, it seems like she's certainly qualified for an internship at least. Have her come in for an interview and we'll see."

"Thanks Grissom."

"Sure."

Anna Sanders nervously walked through the halls of the Las Vegas Criminalistics lab. She'd just graduated from James High School a little under two weeks ago and here she was in Las Vegas living with her older brother for the summer interning at the number two CSI lab in the country. She approached the desk and cleared her throat a little, trying to get the receptionist's attention.

"Yes?" The receptionist rounded on her with a cheerful smile.

"Hi, I'm Anna Sanders. I'm the new intern."

"Ah. Greg's sister." The receptionist nodded and handed her the identification badge she would be wearing at all times. "Have a good day Miss Sanders." Anna smiled and sat in a waiting chair.

"Anna." Greg charged down a hallway and swept his little sister up in a huge bear hug.

"Greggy!" Anna laughed. "Put me down!" She giggled. "Hey, I brought you a present."

Greg's eyebrow arched. "What is it?"

Anna handed him a brightly wrapped gift. "Open it. You'll love it."

Greg peeled away the wrapping and his eyes widened. "You got me a dancing hamster?" He grinned. "Ah, the kung-fu one. This is my favorite."

"I know. So, take me to your leader." Anna imitated a robotic voice.

"I'm here." Grissom smiled at the brother-sister duo.

"Anna, this is Gil Grissom, my boss."

"Right, we met during the interview."

"Yep." Grissom nodded. "Why don't I take you into the break room and you can meet the rest of the team."

"Sure." Anna was totally energetic. She followed Greg and Grissom into the break room. There sat a group of co-workers that Anna could only describe as familial.

"Sara, let me have my apple back." A tall, dark-haired man with a slight twang in his voice whined plaintively to an equally tall brunette woman.

"Nick, Sara, stop flirting." Greg teased. "You guys, this is my sister, Anna. She's gonna be interning here for the summer."

"Half-sister." Anna teasingly reminded Greg. "We're only half related." She looked around. "So wow, I can't believe I get to meet you guys. That's pretty cool."

The guy with the twang, whom Grissom had called Nick, laughed. "You're easily impressed. So, you're Sanders' sister?"

"On our mother's side." Anna nodded. Almost nonchalantly she said, "I don't actually know who my dad is. He was some college guy my mom had an affair with."

[[NOTE: THAT WILL BECOME VERY IMPORTANT LATER IN THE STORY SO THAT THE STORY MAKES SENSE. PAY ATTENTION TO THE FACT THAT ANNA DOESN'T KNOW WHO HER DAD IS!!!! And no, it isn't Grissom. But it might be somebody else on the CSI team!!!]]

"Strange. I kind of see the family resemblance."

"I'm a lot prettier than Greggo." Anna laughed. For all she was kind of a nerd, she certainly wasn't ugly. She was the shortest person in the room at a scant five four, her shoulder length blackish-brown hair was pulled back into a low ponytail. There were brown and red highlights in her hair. Her skin was a few shades more tan than Greg's was and her eyes were hazelish. She had wide eyes and a friendly, outgoing smile.

"And a lot smarter." Greg grinned, proud of his baby sister. "This girl here is the biggest nerd James High School, or the West Coast, has ever seen."

"Hey, you're forgetting about Sara." Nick teased the dark-haired woman who looked fairly similar to Anna, except that Sara had a good five, maybe even six inches on Anna.

"True." Greg conceded. "Hey, I gotta go check on something in the DNA lab. Anna, don't cause much trouble."

"I won't. Have a good time." Anna gave her brother a brief hug.

"I need to go check on something with Brass." Grissom excused himself. "Anna, why don't you get to know the team?"

Anna nodded. "Do you want to sit down?" A blonde directed the question at Anna. "Uh, thanks." She was nervous, and this mothering woman could tell.

"There Cath goes, being a den mother." Nick joked.

Catherine glared. "So what. So Anna, tell us about yourself."

Anna glanced fearfully at the team. "Hey, do you guys have any coffee?"

Nick nodded at the pot. "Only that swill."

"It's okay. I brought my own." Anna reached into a black leather purse with a tan 'a' on the front and pulled out a bag of Starbucks special blend coffee.

"Another coffee aficionado around here?" A tall, lanky African-American asked.

"You must be Warrick." She stood and moved to the coffee maker.

"How'd you know?"

"You're the only one left."

"Ah. So, you like coffee?"

"I grew up in Seattle. You don't get to live in Seattle and not like coffee."

"True."

Sara had been silent towards the new intern. She finally spoke. "So, Greg says you're the genius/nerd/overachiever in the family."

"I suppose I could be called an overachiever." She smiled sheepishly. "My high school was pretty competitive, so to get noticed by a college, you had to be a serious overachiever. I did try to do everything though. I was in my high school's most competitive orchestra, on the newspaper staff, in JCL-"

"What's JCL?" Nick furrowed his brow.

"Junior Classical League." Anna sipped her coffee. Seeing Nick's puzzled expression she clarified. "Latin club."

"Oh." Nick smirked. "What else?"

"Like I said, I played in orchestra. Our orchestra is actually the number one orchestra in the nation, so last year and my sophomore year we went to Japan and China on a tour. That was way cool. And I play squash." She nodded. "Not that any of you know what squash is..." She trailed off.

"I do." Sara replied encouragingly. This girl sounded a little bit like her. "They played it a lot where I went to college."

"East Coast, right?" Anna grinned. "Nobody's ever heard of it on the West Coast."

"Where are you going to college next year?" Sara asked. East Coast and squash usually meant an Ivy. If she was going to Yale, Sara would have to give her a hard time.

"I'm going to Harvard." Anna ducked her head.

"Really?" Sara's face split into a grin. "That's my alma mater."

[[A/N: uh...I have no idea if that's how you spell alma mater. My spell check won't tell me. And I'm too lazy to go look it up.]]

"Yeah. My grandfather went there. You don't get to be legacy at an Ivy, get accepted, and not go. I was halfway to going to the University of Washington before Greg very firmly told me I should go to Harvard. Then I got offered the squash scholarship, and it just made sense to go to Harvard." She shrugged.

Sara smiled. Everyone knew that Greg's little sister would be Sara's new protégé. Nick and Sara's beepers went off. "Duty calls. Floater at Lake Mead." Sara grinned. "Come on Anna, let's take you to your first crime scene."

Anna nodded and followed Nick and Sara out to one of the five blue Denalis that waited in the parking lot. "I'll drive!" Nick shouted.

Sara laughed. "Ha. And Grissom is a socialite. Not happening." She held her keys up. "We're taking my Denali."

"No way." Nick argued. "Alright, let's have Anna decide."

Anna was a deer caught in headlights. "Um...who has less trash in their car?" She cocked her head slightly, not figuring that either of them had much trash in their car at all. Nick's shoulders sagged.

"Ha!" Sara proclaimed. "My Denali it is." She threw Nick a triumphant look and squeezed Anna's shoulders. "I can tell we're going to get along." Anna laughed lightly and climbed into the blue SUV. She was silently staring out the window, only hearing Nick and Sara's banter in the background. "So Anna, what do you think?" Sara glanced in the rearview mirror.

"Huh?" Anna's head whipped to face the two CSIs in the front seats.

"What do you think? Country or alternative?"

"What kind of country?" Anna knew that there were many different types of country, and only the upbeat country was okay with her.

"He listens to sappy country." Sara replied. "All that crap that they play on the hardcore country stations."

"Oh, none of that." Anna laughed. "Uh, would you guys mind if I put in my CD?"

"Pop it in." Nick held his hand out to put the CD in the Denali's sound system.

"Uh, do either of you have any objection to rock?"

"No way! I love rock!" Sara exclaimed. "But what about cowboy here?" She slyly threw a glance at Nick.

"Track number two is one of the three country songs I actually like." She smiled. "But number seven and number fourteen are my two favorite songs in the world."

"Alright, I guess we can play the intern's music." Nick joked, switching it to track number seven."

"Quick, if the sound system is loud, turn it down –" Anna winced as the AC/DC blasted out of the speakers. Nick quickly flicked the volume dial down.

"AC/DC, huh?" Sara smiled. "I thought only people from our generation liked them."

"Greg's fault. He got me hooked when I was like ten."

"Huh. Well, we're here." Sara put the Denali in park. "Ready to see your first floater?"

"Bring it on." Anna grinned.

"Don't tell me you were a cheerleader too."

A/N: In case you didn't get that joke...that's from the movie bring it on, about the cheerleaders, which is why Sara made the comment about Anna being a cheerleader. Anyway, love or hate? Click on that little button in the lower left-hand corner and tell me if I keep writing or if I should just save myself the humiliation and quit while I'm ahead? Uh... in the next chapter a tragedy strikes our favorite intern, a shocking discovery is made, and a relationship begins. If I write the next chapter, which I'll only do if people tell me that this one is any good. I'll quit rambling now. Bye