Disclaimer: I'll say this once. I don't own CSI, and never will. The quote in the description is by Therese of Lisieux.
The crew was sitting in the break room waiting for Grissom to give out assignments.
"Why is Grissom always late, maybe if he didn't spend so much time with those damn bugs of his." Warrick grumbled.
"What about me?" Grissom's voice came from the doorway.
"Ugh, nothing" Warrick mumbled in response. The rest of the crew laughed, everyone except for Grissom.
"Nick and Catherine have a B&E on the strip, Sara, Greg you're with me a family was murdered in their home, and Warrick you have a decomp found in the desert," Grissom said handing out slips of paper. Then promptly leaving the room.
Warrick groaned, and Nick and Greg began laughing again.
"Come on Greg, Grissom will be mad if we don't hurry," Sara said, she had a feeling it was going to be a long night.
The arrived at the scene about fifteen minuets later. Lights were flashing outside the broken down old house. It was in a bad neighborhood, It was probably a drug related murder Sara thought to herself.
Brass walked up to the trio of CSI's. "It appears the father killed his wife and son, and then turned the gun on himself, Only the paramedics have been in." He informed them.
"Thanks Brass," Grissom said already heading towards the front door of the house. Sara and Greg followed suit. "Greg why don't you take the perimeter?" He added.
"Yea sure thing," Greg said but he couldn't keep the disappointment out of his voice. He turned and began sweeping the grass with his flash light.
Inside the house Grissom made his way up the stairs with Sara at his heels. The mother and son were curled up together at the end of the hallway, the father was slumped over at the top of the stairs, the gun positioned a few inched from his limp hand. If anything it was bloody, the hallway was stained with it.
"Hey Griss," Sara said, "Look at this." She shined her light on a small pair of bloody foot prints leading to a closed door.
Grissom drew out his gun and walked towards the door, Sara followed. "It's the police, we're coming in" Grissom said firmly, but kinder than he usually would because he like Sara figured by the size of the foot prints that it was another child.
The entered a young girls room, there was barely anything in it, and the things that were there appeared to be hand me downs. The foot prints led to a closet door, Sara heard crying coming from behind it. "Let me go, I don't want you to scare her," Sara said putting her hand on Grissom's chest holding him back.
Grissom nodded in agreement and Sara walked to the door. She tapped on it gently. "Hello, my name is Sara, and I want to help you, may I come in?" Sara asked softly.
"Mmhmm," came a soft response followed by a sniffle. Sara opened the door. A small girl of about six sat on the floor. Her hair was long and brown and hung messily around her face, and she had large indigo eyes. She wore a pair of pajamas that appeared to be several sizes to small for her, they were covered in blood.
"What do you got there?" Sara asked inquiring after the squirming ball of fur in her hands.
The girl sniffled again. "This is Max," she said, "He's a chinchilla." She smiled slightly, it was obvious that she was proud of the small grey animal.
"Sweetheart, can you tell me your name?" Sara asked.
"Violet." She whispered.
"That's a pretty name, can you come with me I have to take you out side." Sara said.
The girl shook her head. "I can't go out there, all the blood." Violet said tears leaked out of her eyes.
"I'll carry you, just close your eyes until we're downstairs, ok?" Sara said.
Violet nodded, "Can Max come?"
"Yea, go put him in his cage." Sara told her. The girl got up and saw Grissom standing there. She looked scared and her legs began shaking. "This is my friend Gil," Sara said, "You don't have to be afraid of him.
"A Chinchilla lanigera, they are almost extinct in nature, this one appears to be quite young," Grissom said kneeling down next to her.
"Yea, he's almost a year old, I got him when he was real little. My daddy bought him for me after he broke my arm." she said. She frowned slightly at the memory, but she was clearly impresses with Grissom.
She put the animal into a fabric cat carrier, and threw some of Max's toys inside. It was rather large and she struggled to carry it.
"I can carry that so you don't drop him." Sara offered.
Violet handed it to her. Sara picked her up, and she squeezed her eyes closed. "Gil, will you finish up here, and bring my case down when you're done"
"Yea, sure thing." Grissom said. He couldn't help but smile at how well Sara was with the little girl.
"Don't worry Violet, it will be ok." Sara said softly as she tried to sooth the girl who had started crying softly again.
AN: Thanks for reading the first chapter. Please leave reviews, I really want to know what you think and be honest.