I've been reading fanfictions here for quite some time now and I've decided to finally post one of my own. I wrote this once when I was bored, I am gonna try and continue from here. Feel free to leave a comment and tell me what you think about it.

Just remember that this is my very first CSI story, so don't expect it to be perfect. And please, English is NOT my first language (I am from Holland), so forgive me if there are any grammatical mistakes. Tell me about it in a review, if you want.
I'll do my best, though, to keep everything correct English.

Now I am gonna stop talking. I hope you enjoy.

/ Eva

Together We Can

a Greg & Sara story

Part One

"Sara, Greg, you guys work upstairs. We will work downstairs," Grissom announced.

Greg seemed happy about this, a smile crept across his face. Sara, however, just rolled her eyes and sighed, "Whatever."

She and Greg started climbing up the stairs, their kits in their hands.

Sara opened the door to one of the bedrooms. It was a huge mess of cuddle animals and other toys spred all over the room. The bed was unmade and the curtains were still half closed, preventing the daylight from entering the room.

"My guess, this is the daughter's room," Greg declared, standing right behind Sara in the doorway.

"What, really! I thought it was the parents' bedroom!" Sara shouted, sarcastically. "Duhhh."

"I am just saying..."

Sara rolled her eyes once again and placed down her kit on the floor. She walked towards the window and opened the curtains. She blinked her eyes a few times against the sudden sunlight shining into her face.

Sara opened the window, as Greg knelt down on the floor, examining the toys.

"Interesting?" Sara asked, with a glance at him.

"Absolutely."

Sara smirked. She leant out of the window and her eyes catched a small pink notebook lying a few metres away in the gutter.

She frowned. "Hey, Greg?"

"Hmmm?" Greg replied, not taking his eyes off of a cuddle crocodile.

"There's a notebook lying in the gutter. It's pink, so it could very well belong to the daughter. Her diary, maybe."

"Aha."

"Why would it be in the gutter?"

Greg shrugged. "Maybe she once got so sick of all her entries that she threw it out of the window, but it landed in the gutter instead? I dunno."

"Exactly."

"Huh?" Greg turned to Sara, a confused expression on his face.

"There could be useful information in that book."

"So what do you want to do? Climb out of the window and get it?"

"Uhm... actually, yes."

Greg gave Sara a weird look. He stood up, walked towards the window and looked out of it.

"Sara, it's at least twenty metres up high! If not more!" he exclaimed.

He turned to her. "It's too dangerous."

"Don't be so silly. Here, help me onto the window sill."

"Sara, I am not letting you---"

"Shut up and help me."

Sara put her hand on Greg's shoulder, who looked rather unpleased, and climbed onto the window sill. She swung her legs over the edge and placed her feet upon the gutter.

She held onto the window frame and turned carefully, so she faced Greg, who now looked at her with a pallid face.

"See how easy it is? No need for panic."

"Y-you're not there yet."

"Right, I know."

Sara held onto the window frame as she slowly moved sideward, towards the notebook.

"Sara, watch out. Be careful, please," sounded Greg's worried voice.

Sara looked at him, grinning, her hair blowing in the wind. "Are you afraid of heights?"

"As a matter of fact, I am. But don't talk, just get that damn book and come back here."

Sara laughed, suddenly feeling like teasing Greg a bit. "I can let go of the window frame too, if you want."

"Sara!"

Sara laughed again and teasing took her hands off the window frame. "No hands, Greg, no hands!"

"Sara, stop that!" Greg shouted.

"No haaaands! Whee!"

She swung her hands up in the air, but then she suddenly slipped and lost her balance. Much to Greg's dismay, he saw how Sara gasped and fell with a scream, only just in time grabbing the gutter with one hand.

"SARA!"

To be continued.