Chapter 1

Greg, Nick , and Riley filed into the conference room expecting their regular morning briefing. However, instead of it just being Catherine standing before them, Langston was standing beside her. The csi's took seats around the table.

As soon as they were seated Catherine sat down, giving Langston the floor. He passed out information packets, anxious to get started because time was of the essence.

"By now I'm sure you've all heard about Harper's Island--"

"What's that?" Nick asked.

Greg made a sound in his throat. "Jeez man, how can you not have heard about that place? It's been all over the news."

"I don't watch tv," Nick answered.

Greg furled his eyebrows in disbelief. "Or surf the web, or listen to the radio --?"

Langston cleared his throat indicating he'd like to continue. "The packet contains as much information as is known about a series of grisly murders that were just committed there and six murders that were committed there seven years ago. It is believed that all of the older and most of the recent murders were committed by a psycopath named John Wakefield. It is also believed that the rest of the recent murders were committed by a Henry Dunn who is believed to be Wakefield's long lost son."

"Like father, like son," Greg muttered.

"See, this is why I don't watch the news." Nick said. "It's too darn depressing!"

Riley agreed with him.

"Excuse my bluntness," Nick said to Langston, "but what does this have to do with us?"

"Some of us will be headed to Harper's Island to help with the investigation," Catherine answered, understanding she had stolen Langston's thunder. The displeasure in her voice was not lost on anyone, most of all Langston himself.

"That's right," Langston confirmed. CSI Willows and I will be going and just because you're so inquisitve CSI Stokes, you will accompany us."

"Excuse me?" Nick said.

"Did I stutter CSI Stokes?

"No, its just that we're all needed here to handle the murders that occur everyday rather than going off to investigate murders who you know who the killers are."

Langston took off his glasses and put them in the pocket of his blazer. "There are other extenuating circumstances which we (pointing at Catherine) will discuss with you later."

"Whose going to be in charge of the lab while you're gone?" Greg asked, hopeful that he'd be given the opportunity to show what he was made of.

"I will."

Everyone turned to see Gil Grissom standing in the doorway.