Author's Note: This is my first CSI fic, so… take that for what it's worth. This is set after Season 15, Episode 18, keeping in mind that the series finale TV movie hasn't aired yet. Which means for the sake of the story, I will keep with what the show has done so far. If you haven't seen episode 18 of Season 15, and you don't want to be spoiled, then don't read the rest of this note!

Finn is still in a coma, Nick left to run the crime lab in San Diego, Catherine is at Quantico with the FBI, Grissom is somewhere in Peru (and divorced from Sara) and Sara, Greg and Morgan are the highest ranking CSI's on the graveyard shift. Keep in mind that I also had to make some people up for the sake of creativity. Now… on with the story!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the character of Amanda Bennet and the plot, heavily borrowed from the season 11 episode, 'A Kiss Before Frying' for continuity purposes. The rest belongs to CBS.

*1 month after the events of Season 15, Episode 18*

Chapter 1

"Listen, I know you guys have been pulling a lot of doubles lately, and you will be paid overtime for all of them. The lab is still short two CSIs, so the undersheriff decided that we could borrow a person from days and another from swing to pick up the slack." D.B. told the group as they sat together in the break room at the beginning of shift. Greg, Sara and Morgan exchanged glances.

"Who're we getting?" Sara wondered.

"Sean Yeager from days, I think you've worked with him before, right Morgan?" Morgan nodded, remembering his attitude more than anything. He'd turned out to be a pretty decent guy by the end of the case, but not before acting as though he were a one man show.

"From swing, we're getting Amanda Bennet. I know that none of you have worked with her before, but she's a great girl, so play nice until…" D.B. trailed off. Everyone knew how awkward a situation the whole thing was. He didn't want to hire someone to replace Finn, because he wanted her job to be there when she woke up, but the facts were not good.

Finn had been in a coma for a month and her condition had not improved. She hadn't gotten any worse, but the doctors had no idea how long it would be before she woke up, if she ever did. Even then, they didn't know what kind of condition her mind would be in when or if that happened. Plus, Ecklie could only allow them to leave the job open for so long; they couldn't be permanently short a CSI.

"…until the situation changes." D.B. said. He put the case folders on the table.

"I'm going to get Yeager and Bennet now, just sit for a minute." D.B. walked out of the room. Sara sat back with a sigh.

"How was Sean?" She asked Morgan. Greg leaned over to listen. Morgan explained how her previous case with him went.

"He's a bit full of himself, but once you get past it, he's not so bad."

"I miss Nick." Greg said, staring into his almost empty cup of coffee.

"Me too." Sara and Morgan agreed at the same time. D.B. appeared with Sean and Amanda behind him. Everyone was introduced to one another. Sara and Greg met Sean for the first time, shaking his hand. Sean grinned.

Amanda looked about the same age as Sean and she immediately reminded Greg of Wendy Simms, the former DNA tech that transferred to Oregon. She had long dark hair, large dark eyes and fair skin. She smiled and shook their hands, but didn't speak.

"Normally I would love to give all of you time to get acquainted, but we have some cases that need handling right away, so forgive me for throwing you all together like this." D.B. said.

He held up the first folder and said, "Dead body found at the Paradise Motel, room 280. This one needs two people."

"I'll go." Sean immediately volunteered. D.B. handed him the folder. "Who's going with him?"

"I'll go with him." Morgan said. Greg felt his heart sink a little. Sean was handsome and he saw the way he looked at the women in the room. He'd had feelings for Morgan for years, but never acted on them. She'd made it clear she didn't date co-workers early on, but that didn't stop the attraction. Sean seemed like the kind of guy that would worm his way in, whether a girl was expecting it or not.

"Good, get going then." D.B. said. Sean and Morgan left and Greg tried not to stare after them.

"I have a dead body on the side of the road off of route 215 near a power station. Looks like a dump job, needs two people. Who wants it?"

"I'll go." Greg and Amanda said at the same time. Amanda smiled at him.

"Congrats, you both get it! That means Sara and I get the old lady in her house in the Alphabets." Sara nodded. D.B. gave Greg the folder.

"Okay, Amanda is a CSI two, so Greg, you supervise, got it?" Greg nodded. They both grabbed their kits and left together.

Greg and Amanda got to the scene, which officers had taped off. David from the morgue was already there, examining the body.

"So, Super Dave, what do we have?" Greg asked. Amanda checked the perimeter for tire treads, foot prints and other trace.

"Male, early to mid-30's, no wallet. Based on liver temp, I'd say he died about four to six hours ago." The man was face down in the dirt, and Greg couldn't see any blood.

"Here, let's flip him." He said, and they turned the guy over. He didn't have any blood on the front either. He was well dressed and looked as if he were asleep, even though they knew he wasn't.

"He has burn marks on his wrists." Dave said, pointing them out. Greg took pictures. Greg had a weird feeling in his stomach because the M.O. of this dump reminded him of another case he'd long ago put behind him.

"Open his shirt, would you Dave?"

"Sure thing." Dave unbuttoned the man's shirt and a large burn mark in the shape of a belt or restraint stretched across his chest.

"Whoa. This looks… familiar." Dave looked up at Greg, who'd gone pale. Amanda appeared next time.

"I found some fabric that we can give to Hodges, right? What's wrong, you look ill!" She put her hand on Greg's arm and it jolted him out of his daze. He tried to push the feeling of dread away.

"Uh, I need to talk to D.B. about this guy." Greg said slowly.

"How much you want to bet this guy's cause of death is going to be electrocution?" Dave said. Greg felt a chill go up his spine. If it was, that meant he would have to go to prison and talk to someone he hadn't seen in years.