Disclaimer: None of these amazing characters belong to me in any way.
Author's note: This is my very first fanfiction that I really made progress on, it started as an 'assignment' given by a friend (and full-time Greggo fan) and well, writing it is loads of fun.
This is chapter one, enjoy and tune in for the updates!
Prologue: Greg Sanders has just passed his final test to become a CSI, his first assignment turns out to be a bit more exciting than he had expected.
Chapter One: Heading down that road.
Greg tied the laces of his shoe tighter and then looked up to see his reflection in the mirror like had done at the end of his last shift.
But at the end of his last shift he merely saw the reflection of a lab tech, training to be a CSI.
Now, he saw a real CSI looking back at him.
He lightly touched his name tag that said 'CSI Sanders' with a smile, this was what he had always wanted.
Greg got interrupted in his daydream by his supervisor, Gil Grissom, who was suddenly standing next to him.
It took a few seconds before he started talking, he was apparently slightly amused by the proud grin that covered half of Greg's face.
"I've just received a call from Brass, we have a 419 about 40 miles out of town"
Greg raised his eyebrow "40 miles out of town? Why on earth would someone kill that far into the desert?"
Grissom gave him his why-would-you-ask-me-that look and said "The question's not 'why' Greg, it is and will always be 'who'".
With a guilty look on his face Greg nodded, "Right".
He already knew he wouldn't ever forget that again.
It was a long drive to the Crime Scene, but the company of his co-workers in the car made it a bit more bearable.
Grissom sat behind the wheel, not saying much, fully concentrated on the road.
Nick sat next to him, with the assignment to keep an eye on the map so that wrong turns wouldn't contribute to an even longer journey.
Grissom's silver SUV was now crossing the city border and the car headed into the warm heath of the desert in front of them.
Sara was reading 'Modern Forensics', a magazine about new developments in forensic science and occasionally made a remark about an article or laughed at someone's 'expertise' opinion.
But when Sara wasn't laughing or Nick wasn't giving direction it was quiet and one could only hear the engine of the car buzzing.
Greg was staring out of the window for a while but then got extremely bored, they had another half an hour to go and other than staring out of the window he was doomed to doing nothing, unless..
"Reading anything interesting in there?" Greg tried carefully to Sara.
Sara lowered her magazine a bit and looked at him, not completely annoyed which was better than Greg could've hoped for.
"Nah, just some idiot thinking he invented the next best thing; 'fingerprint stickers'. You just put a sticker on the place you think a fingerprint would be and wait, a special chemical in the center spreads itself on the whole surface and every fingerprint it drips across will appear, which makes it easier to detect, or so they say" Sara waved her hand as a sign of disbelief.
As if he was waked by Sara's words Nick turned around to face his co-workers.
"You know, that could actually come in handy. The other day I nearly dusted my arm off, there wasn't part of the china not sprinkled with fingerprint powder. Who did you say wrote the article?"
Greg saw Sara struggling not to say 'the Easter bunny", he chuckled and grabbed the magazine out of Sara's hands who evoked a short 'Hey!'.
"Duncan Dingleman" He said confused, he had never heard of that name before.
Nick and Sara both shrugged.
"Never heard of him" said Nick, returning to his map.
"Me neither" said Sara, grabbing her magazine out of Greg's hands.
It was silent in the car once more, everyone was minding there own business again until Grissom opened his mouth for the first time that hour.
"I know him, I once went to one of his lectures"
The other CSI's looked at each other, not at all surprised that this man was another person in Grissom's acquaintance circle.
