CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Summary: In a busy night for the CSI's the team are called to deal with multiple cases. Far too late they realise in actual fact, they were falsely lured away. A mistake that could cost Greg Sanders his life.

A/N: First of all I just want to say I only just discovered CSI recently. I know how silly of me but thanks to continuous repeats of various seasons in the UK, I am quickly catching up. However I do apologise if my characterisation is a bit off. This story has no pairings as such; it focuses on the action and drama and is centred on my favourite character Greg.

As far as timeline is concerned, nothing specific but for the purposes of the storyline, it takes place before Greg begins his CSI training so make of that what you will!

Let the tale begin!

Grissom was dealing out the night's duties, boy had it been a busy night, for poor Sara Sidle especially who no sooner had come back from one case was to be sent out again with Nick Stokes. "Nick, Sara you've got a double homicide to deal with"

"Great!" Sara replied with mock enthusiasm. Grissom looked down at his case notes and frowned "we also have a double homicide"

"In the same night?" Catherine questioned, "There has got to be a link there somewhere".

"Ok" Grissom decided "Nick and Sara will take the first scene, I Catherine and Warrick will take the second and Greg…" His voice wavered as he looked at the expectant eyes of the young tech. "You need to stay here to analyse those things Sara brought for you and all the things we will bring back".

Greg was unable to mask the disappointment he felt but dutifully got back to work on his samples. Cath looked back at the sweet spiky haired technician always so eager to please like a small child. He was desperate to get out into the field. Catherine had no doubts he would become a great Level 1 Investigator, he just wasn't quite ready yet.

Greg watched his friends go one by one and then continued with the work he was doing, boy was it so eerily quiet when the lab was empty! He put on some music to lift his spirits and was happily humming away as he examined some samples under the microscope. He was not more than twenty minutes into his CD when all the lights went out. Greg frowned, it couldn't be a power cut, his CD was still working and so was the other electrical equipment. He quickly produced his torch and went to investigate the cause of the blackout.

Nick and Sara had found their victims, a young male and a young female both shot in their head at point blank range, the wound was still fresh indicating the killer was not long gone. They had just finished bagging up the evidence, when Nick spotted something on the male he hadn't initially seen. A brown envelope was hanging out of his pants pocket. Curious, he pulled it out, what he saw made his blood run cold. It was addressed 'To the CSI's: Grissom, Catherine, Nick, Warrick and Sara.' He tore open the envelope and visibly shook as he read the content of the note to Sara. They exchanged horrified glances and bolted for the car.

Greg had discovered the source of the blackout, a broken fuse wire, that's odd he thought he was just reaching to replace the fuse wire when he heard something that made his heart stop, at first he thought must have been hearing things but when he heard it again, there was no mistaking the deadly fire of gunshots. Terrified, he returned to his lab to warn everyone but it was deathly silent, his CD had stopped playing, there was just the dull drip of water in the darkness. He was stopped in his tracks as his torch clattered to the floor. "Greg" an unseen voice in front of him hissed.

Cath, Grissom and Warrick had discovered an identical note. Catherine's eyes widened in horror as she realised what had happened. They knew they were going to be too late.

"What do you want?" Greg bravely challenged the man who had stepped out of the shadows, a gun pointing straight towards him.

"Why Greg isn't it obvious I want you"

Greg shook with fear as the man approached, he was rooted to the spot, his mind screaming at him to run and don't look back, his feet stubbornly gluing themselves to the floor. He shoved Greg against the wall and cuffed his hands behind his back. Greg knew there were other people working in the building, should he call out for help. It seemed the man knew exactly what he was thinking "Oh you don't even have to think about that I killed everyone on this floor"

Greg felt as if he couldn't breath as his chest tightened. "You, you did what?" Greg now knew he was in the hands of a madman and at his mercy. He prayed he would just kill him quickly and get it over with. It seemed he was about to get his wish. He cuffed Greg to a chair and silenced his mouth with duct tape. Greg's heart beat faster and faster as the man stepped back and aimed and took his shot.

Catherine read the note again, still unwilling to believe it. They had been tricked.

Catherine, Nick, Warrick Sara and dearest Grissom,

You all like to think you're so clever but guess what I'm smarter than all of you. I know how you think, I knew what would happen, and you're so laughably predictable. Well this time you've made a mistake, a big one. Poor, poor Greg all alone in the lab, you really shouldn't have done that you know, nobody to protect him. Anything could happen to him, Oh wait, maybe it already has…

"Sick bastard" she murmured as they sped back. "Why Greg?" was the question on everybody's mind. "Not Greg, he couldn't be…" No Catherine refused to believe it didn't want to believe it.

Nick and Sara reached the lab first. Nick was out of the car before it even stopped. Nick ignored Sara's cries to wait and burst into the lab. What he saw stopped him dead in his tracks. Sara hurried to catch up to Nick, who had just let out an anguished cry. Sara stood in shocked disbelief at the scene in front of her.