A/N – Welcome to my first CSI FanFic. Well, there's not much to say here about it, except that I hope you enjoy it, I love CSI very much, and will do my best to write to the standards the show has set.

I don't own CSI, CBS, or any of the characters aside from Madison. Though I wouldn't mind owning Eric Szmanda … for at least a day. Heh.

Chapter 1

"Hodges, what do you mean you're leaving? Are you resigning?" A bewildered Greg Sanders stood before the lab tech he had trained himself to take on his workload as he moved into the field.

Hodges shook his head, as he gathered what small things he had inside the lab, "No Greg, I'm not resigning, I pressed for a quick transfer to Chicago," He grinned as he pulled his lab coat off, "You see I met this woman online, and she's a lab technician as well, granted in a pharmaceutical company-"

Greg held up his hands, "Alright, I get it. But why didn't you give any notice to me? I'd have to train another tech, and it takes time to find and hire a replacement. What's with you leaving so soon?"

"Soon?" Hodges stared at Greg, "I gave my resignation to Grissom over a month ago. I'm only leaving now because he found someone else."

Greg shook his head, "What? Grissom hired a tech, that I'm supposed to train, in which time I'll be confined to the lab to make sure that everything goes alright … and he didn't bother to tell me!"

"You've been busy."

Greg turned and looked towards the door of the lab, to see Grissom staring back at him. He looked to Hodges a moment, then back to Grissom, "Grissom, when were you going to tell me about this … replacement? I haven't even seen him, what he can do, I had choice on who to pick last go around …"

"And Hodges did this time. He was leaving, so I allowed him some say in who should replace him." Grissom leaned against the doorway, staring at the two men, "I was going to tell you just now, in fact."

Greg brought a hand up through his unruly, spiked hair, "Really … so I have no say in this … I'm stuck back like a lab rat, training some … substitute?"

Grissom placed a small smirk on his face, "The answers to your questions are simple. No, you have no say, I am your supervisor, and yes, you are confined to the lab until I see fit that the new lab technician is able to work alone. Though I believe you should cheer up your tone, I don't think you want to offend your … student, any more than you already have."

Greg looked at Gil for a moment, confused, until he walked into the lab, leaving a young woman to stare at Greg, arms crossed over her chest.

She was younger than Greg, by a good seven years, and was as out of character as a lab tech as he had been in the beginning. Her blond hair hung long on her back in layers; the longest layer dyed a striking bright pink, to contrast the light golden of her natural blond hue. Her eyes were a brightened blue, with a hint of lavender color, lightening them enough to seem cloudy, or perhaps that was just due to the fact she wasn't looking directly at him, but more to the floor. She already wore a long dark blue lab coat, and had her hands stuffed into the pockets, fingers moving against the fabric. She seemed to be fidgeting.

Greg looked away from the young woman, and back to Grissom, "Gris, can I talk to you for a minute?"

Grissom shook his head, "Sorry Greg, I'm on my way to a scene, no time."

He smirked and turned on his heels, nodding to the woman a moment, before exiting the lab, and walking swiftly down the hallway. Greg turned back, and looked a Hodges, who was still grinning. Hodges grabbed the last of his things and nodded, "And I'm off as well. Things to pack, planes to book," he held his hand out, and shook Greg's, "Have a good time Sanders …"

He smiled to the woman as he passed. Greg turned slowly around, back to the doorway, where she was still standing. Her head rose up from the floor, and she looked at him. Her eyes stared like deer's would, and Greg was the impending semi, prepared to smash through. He sighed, and gave a small goofy smile, "Hey … uhhh … come on. I guess we should get started."

She nodded slowly, then finally walked past the threshold of the doorway, into the lab. She moved towards the main table, and slid onto a stool softly, turning back to him, staring up, silent. This unnerved Greg somewhat. He didn't like silence, it was too … quiet. He grinned a bit uneasy, and nodded, "Right then … umm …" he looked at her, then chuckled, "You got a name?"

She cocked an eyebrow swiftly, and Greg noted that. She nodded, then smirked, "Madison Ramsey. You can call me Madison …" she looked at him a moment, ass if sizing him up, "Or Ms. Ramsey, if you're nasty."

Greg laughed, glad to have felt the ice to be broken. He thrust his hand out, "Greg Sanders."

She reached up, and shook his hand, nodding, "I know. Grissom's told me about you."

He pouted, almost like a child that didn't get his way, "I don't like the sound of that."

Madison smiled, and turned away from him slightly, towards the table, "Oh don't you worry. Though I wasn't quite expecting what I got. The way he made it sound, I was half expecting to see Doc Oct rushing through the lab," she chuckled, "Heh, Spiderman."

Greg shook his head, "Well, that's one of the reasons I'm glad to be out of the lab, no more avalanches of work to mount up."

"Way to entice me to the job Sanders," she looked up at him, then tapped her fingers on the table a moment, before diving back into her left side pocket, "So, what will we be doing to assert my capabilities?"

Madison fished a thick black elastic from her pocket, and tied her hair back from her face. Greg grinned and slid down into a stool next to her, "Well … since we don't have a case in … yet," he smirked, "Even though we will soon. I guess, we could go over some generals. Theory maybe."

Madison grinned and nodded, "Maybe's, I guesses. Phew Sanders, you'd make quite the professor."

Greg cocked an eyebrow, then grinned, "Hey, no talking to your superior like that."

"Supervisor, yes. Superior, we'll just have to see about that."