A Big Shock

Summary: Well I had a bit of trouble coming up with a title, but I decided to write a story about a pair of CSIs being murdered in their own home. AU

Disclaimer: I of course do not own CSI or anything that could be confused with it.

Chapter One

Sofia Curtis got stuck in traffic on her way to her latest crime scene. According to her supervisor, she was heading to a double stabbing. She didn't have many details on the case as it had just been called in when she was assigned to it. The officers that had cleared the scene informed her that the detective was inside, waiting for her. She walked through the house slowly, looking for signs of struggle or robbery. She found the bedroom where the stabbing had apparently taken place and was surprised to find only one victim.

"I thought there were two vics," Sofia turned to the detective.

"The female vic was still breathing upon arrival so they called rescue. This was a neighbor requested welfare check. They said they thought they heard screaming and came out to see the door ajar," Detective Farley explained, "I just got here."

Detective Farley's cell phone rang at that moment and he excused himself from the room for a moment. Sofia was curious and she moved closer to the bed to get a closer look at the victim and to start collecting evidence before the coroner arrived. The man's face came into view and Sofia dropped her field kit in surprise. This victim was oddly familiar to her, and after a moment of shocked silence, she realized who it was.

"Something wrong Curtis?" Detective Farley came back in, "that was the coroner, he's caught in traffic too."

"Do you know who this guy is?" she managed to choke out.

"Didn't really get a look at him, should I know him?" the detective stepped closer to the bed.

"It's Gil Grissom, the supervisor of CSI graveyard shift," Sofia sputtered, "he's always butting heads with Conrad."

"My God, you're right," Farley gasped upon looking closely at the body, "I better notify the department. Are you okay to process this?"

"Yeah, yeah. I didn't know him very well, it's just kind of a shock to see one of your colleagues," Sofia said, steadying herself mentally.

"Okay," Farley slipped out of the room again, nimbly dialing a number on his phone.

"What?" Catherine Willows nearly dropped her phone.

"Grissom was DOA, they sent Sara to Desert Palm," Brass repeated.

"What the Hell happened?" Catherine asked.

"First impression from the detective on scene is B&E turned into murder," Brass sighed, "I'm guessing multiple suspects. It would take more than one person to overpower Gris and Sara."

"Yeah," Catherine said, "thanks for calling Jim."

"See you at the hospital," Brass stated more than asked.

"Yeah, goodbye," Catherine hung up and stared into space, not able to fully comprehend Brass' words.

"What is it, Mom? You sounded upset, I couldn't help but hear you," Lindsey cautiously approached her mother.

Catherine looked over at her daughter, tears beginning to form in her eyes. She wasn't able to form any words as she began to sob. Lindsey sat carefully next to her mother and wrapped her arms around her. She didn't know why her mom was crying, but she was and Lindsey wanted to comfort her. Lindsey knew that it took a lot for her mom to cry, so whatever was wrong had to be pretty serious.

"Momma, please, tell me what's wrong," Lindsey begged, suddenly trying to mask her fear.

Catherine took a shaky breath and wiped away some of her tears, "Something bad happened sweetie. You remember Sara and Gil Grissom?"

"Yes," Lindsey nodded slowly in recognition of her mom's friends.

"Someone broke into their house and attacked them. Gil...he, uh he died. And Sara is at the hospital right now. I'm going to call Nana to come get you so I can go to the hospital," Catherine explained.

"No," Lindsey sniffled, "I want to be with you."

"Linds, I don't think it's a good idea for you to be there right now," Catherine started.

"Please mom, I liked them too, you know," Lindsey reasoned.

"Fine, I'm not in the mood to argue with you right now, let's go," Catherine stood.

Catherine managed not to speed most of the way to the hospital. When she arrived, she was heading for the admissions desk to ask about Sara and spotted Nick Stokes. He was heading for an elevator and she had to run to catch him, nearly forgetting Lindsey was with her.

"Hey Cath, I was just heading upstairs," Nick said.

"Any word on Sara yet?" Catherine asked.

"Just that she is in surgery right now," Nick replied, seeing Lindsey and not wanting to add that things didn't look good.

"Do you think she'll be okay?" Lindsey asked.

"I don't really know, Linds," Catherine responded, "I'm not ever sure what happened."

"I'm pretty sure that Jim is already here," Nick said, "and Warrick called me when I got here. Said he was on his way too."

"Is dayshift on the case?" Catherine inquired.

"Yes. They had no idea it was Grissom and Sara until one of their CSIs recognized Grissom at the scene," Nick replied, his voice shaky.

"I can't believe it," Catherine whispered, "I know that he's dead, but it's not sinking in."

The elevator opened on the surgical floor and Catherine took Lindsey's hand as they stepped out onto the floor. Nick scanned the large waiting room to the left and spotted Jim Brass, who was waving for them to come over. One look at their faces and Brass pulled Catherine into a comforting hug.

"Still no word from the doctors," Brass shook his head, "we're just waiting."

A/N: This is my first fanfic, I hope it's good and that you like it well enough to leave me a review.