I DO NOT OWN CSI...JUST THE PLOT. :) AND ANASTASIA :)
Ch. 1.
Anastasia was not very happy when her boss told her she would be transfered to Las Vegas. She grew up in that place and hated it. She mummbled to herself as she packed her suitcase.
"Freaking Vegas. To many people, To much crime." she muttered.
Then agian living in Vegas was the reason she became a CSI. Her father had been one, and Him and her mother had been killed when she was 12. It was that day she decided to become a CSI. She still remembered that day with perfect clarity. She did not want to, but it just stuck in her head. They had never caught the people who killed her Family. She vowed that one day, she would.
She boarded her plane and sat in her seat. Pulling out her book. She loved to read. It was her favorite pass time. By the time the plane had landed She had just finished her book. She got off the plane, found her luggage and rented a car. Her boss had gotten her an apartment to stay in, but no car, just shows how bright he was.
She had to ask for directions to the lab. And when she finally got there it was about 7:00. She walked in and approached the lady at the front desk.
"May i help you?" The lady said with a smile.
"Yes I'm Anastasia Shields, I'm looking for Mr. Grissom?" She showed the lady her card and transfer letter.
"Oh Yes Mr. Grissom was expecting you a few hours ago." the women looked at her suspiciously.
"I got lost." Anastasia said bluntly. She was getting irritatied.
Greg Walked out of the lab/testing room and saw a women talking to Amanda (the lady at the desk). The lady had godlen, reddish hair. Almsot like a red tint. She was about 5'3, and very skinny. She wore a pair of Jeans and a jean jacket, with puma sneakers. She looked like she was agitated.
He walked over to the desk.
"Ma'ma may i help you?" He asked flashing a smile.
"Not unless your Grissom." She shot back at him.
"No, but you must be Anastasia?" He said.
"Yes... and you are?" She asked irritated.
"Greg, Grissom told me to wait for you, but now that your here we can leave."
"Leave where?" she looked puzzled.
"We've had a few murders tonight, we had four roomates that were raped and murdered in their apartment, thats where grissom wants us." he explained.
"Alright lets go then." She turned and walked out Greg following her.
The letter her boss sent Grissom described Anastasia as a fiery, young women with a mind of her own and quite the mouth. Greg understood what that ment now.
She was walking toward her car.
"What are you doing?" Greg asked.
"I'll follow you." She said apperently annoyed with such a question.
"no we always travel together in the company car, its just a unwritten rule." he said.
She glared at him through the darkness. she definatly wasn't going to like this guy.