Story Title: Shadows On The Walls

Disclaimer: Same as usual. I do not own anything. :'(

AN: Okay, so I decided to start this story differently then the rest of mine so bare with me.

Summary: What happens when you have to investigate another crime scene investigators murder?

SOPHIA

You sit in the Tahoe's driver side, yours hands on the steering wheel while your eyes dart over to look at the younger man besides you. He is staring out the window, obviously in deep thoughts. You don't know him too well but you've seen him around the lab. You've heard things about him from the Day Shift Lab Tech's as well as the Swing and Graveyard. You've also heard about him wanting to become a Crime Scene Investigator. Very big change in work but if the guy was set to it then what the hell?

"You okay Greg?" You asked him.

He mumbles something, which barely sounds like anything at all.

You take it as a 'yes' and focus on the gas pedal, steering wheel and the road ahead. You've got a crime scene you have to investigate and Greg's coming along with you. Sara is coming later.

The Graveyard shift is defiantly different from your Day Shift that you use to work on. Use to is the keyword there. But, you have to admit to yourself that you're beginning to like the Graveyard shift a whole lot better. Yeah, of course you miss sleeping nights, of course you miss your old team, of course you miss being trusted but you're now working with Gil Grissom. The Gil Grissom. The one your old supervisor, use to rant about all the time. Say how his team is a mess, horrible, disgrace to the whole crime lab. But every time you step foot in the presence of Gil Grissom, Sara Sidle and Greg Sanders, you began to question yourself because you realize that these people are truly not that bad. Gil doesn't have fangs growing in his mouth, Sara doesn't try to get you to join a cult and Greg defiantly doesn't try to rape you when you're alone with him. The guy may be a flirt but besides that he's actually really nice.

"Hey Sophia?"

You snap out of your thoughts and turn your attention over to Greg who is still looking out the window.

"Yes?"

"How much longer do we have until we get there?"

You feel your heart drop and you don't know why. Maybe because you thought the guy was going to try and get to know you better. Ask you some questions besides work. But then again, why would he?

"We're actually right here." You tell him, forcing yourself to smile as you pull the Tahoe into the Grocery Store parking lot and steer it over towards the end of the lot. You park it, grab your kit, climb out and meet Greg around the front of the car.

You pull your jacket closer to your body as you and Greg duck under the crime scene tape and make your way over towards Brass. The cool wind pushes against your body as your body gives a slight shiver. Even in Vegas it can get cold.

"Hey," Brass says as he turns around to face you and Greg. "Bit chilly?" He asked, a brow rose.

"It is." You tell him as your eyes drift over to the body that rested on the parking lot pavement. Your brows furrow as you squat down besides it and turn on your flashlight. You scan the light you have over the man's body as you come across a bullet hole in the man's chest. "What's his name?" You ask Brass as he kneels down next to you. Greg begins to wander around the crime scene on his own.

"Name is Vince Travis. Thirty-four years old, lives here in Vegas." He flashes you the man's driver license. "Anyway, witness's say that Mr. Travis here was leaving the store and suddenly they hear gunshots and a scream. The old woman who was near is too traumatized to really remember much and the mother with the son is sitting over there by the ambulance. Haven't really gotten a chance to talk with them much but I think the boy wanted to say something. His mother hushed him up."

You bite down on your lip as you think. It was a habit of yours and Ecklie had reminded you many times to stop. It annoyed him somehow and that's what made you keep doing it.

But then a Tahoe pulls up and a Sara Sidle climbs out. You turn your head so your eyes meet when she walks over, her one hand in her coat pocket, the other grasping onto the handle of the crime scene kit. You and her aren't really close and so the situation gets a bit uncomfortable.

Brass picks up on it. "Hey Sara," she looks away from you and over at Brass, "the boy and his mother over there. Go see if you can get anything out of them. I'm going to try and see if anyone else knows anything around here."

She takes in a deep breath and nods. "Alright." And with that she leaves.

Brass gives you a small smile before taking off in his own direction and you just shake your head. That's really all you can do because you're lost for words and the Coroner, David, had just arrived looking a bit flushed.

"Hey." You say as he quickly drops down next to the victim and breathes heavily. "You just ran here?"

"I'm backed up with all these victims," he tells you as he starts to examine the body. "Gun shot wound to the chest," he then records the body temperature, "seems he's been dead for probably two hours or less."

"Makes sense with the call that we got." You say as David quickly nods. "And so we're searching for a gun." You turn your head around and faintly see Greg in the distance, aiming his flashlight in all different directions.

"Greg!" you yell as he shines his flashlight in your direction. You place your arms over your eyes as the light blinds you, "we're looking for a gun!"

"Alright!" He yells back as he turns around and walks around the perimeter of the crime scene.

BlondeNeko

AN: So, I'm leaving it there because you can tell who is next and then it will pick up from there. Review on what you think about the chapter so far, etc, and more will come! It can take me a while to update so I apologize if that might happen.