Disclaimer-I do not own CSI or the city of Los Vegas. But I do own three sharks (named Nick, Warrick, and Brass), two kisser fish (named Grissom and Sara) and an eel (Greg). Yes, I named my tropical fish after the team.

Hello this is D. Long. Thank you, for being willing to read first fanfiction. I hope you will enjoy it. I would like to give credit to my wonderful beta GregsLabrat aka Bubbles for all their help with preparing this story. All errors that are still present are completely my own fault.

Last but not least, this story is dedicated to the first responders on Urban Search and Rescue Teams across the US.

Prologue-

Time

Working the nightshift caused most people to have an odd circadian rhythm and Dr. Gil Grissom was no exception to this rule. It was nearly five in the evening when he had just finished up his 'morning' shower. Rubbing the towel through his salt and pepper curls with one hand he flipped on the TV with his other free hand. He was mildly surprised to see a news flash on the screen. Sitting down on the bed he listened to young female reporter talk about another pipe bomb. Gil thumbed through his mental files, the fact that it was in a Chinese restaurant indicated that it was more than likely the Pure Blood group again.

"…So far all the evidence indicates that this is yet another attack by the anti-immigration organization known as the Pure Blood." The woman on the TV continued to talk as Gil smiled at the screen realizing that his deduction was correct. The Pure Blood attack meant that Nick and Warrick would be processing the scene. Yes, it was the wrong time of the day for their cases, but they were the ones working with the FBI to crack the case so the two of them were probably dragged out of bed by the oh-so-famous Conrad Ecklie

"The explosive was a small pipe bomb surrounded by leaflets and was set off at approximately an hour and a half ago. No one was killed in the blast, though two employees of the restaurant were injured. One was taken to Mountainside Hospital with third-degree burns and shrapnel injuries." The female reporter shifted slightly to the side to allow the TV camera to get a cleaner shot of the shattered glass behind the police tape. "We are currently waiting for a joint news conference by the Las Vegas Police Department and the FBI. We will interrupt regular programming and broadcast it to you li…"

Before the reporter had a chance to finish her report there was a deafening BOOM! and a large section of the building behind her collapsed. Almost instantly the camera crew was engulfed in the billowing cloud of concrete dust, and the feed went black. Within seconds, the channel cut to a nervous looking reporter at the ABC station.

"It appears that there has been a secondary collapse of the building. We will now return to our regular programming."

Gil stared at the TV screen in shock as the theme music to 'Wife Swap' played before switching channels to CNN.

"This is CNN Headline Breaking News. A building has collapsed in downtown Las Vegas. The cause is currently unknown, but it is believed to be connected to the recently streak of pipe bombs set off by the anti-immigration terrorist group known as the 'Pure Blood.'" In the background, a video feed showed the building collapse. Brass was in the foreground forcefully encouraging one of the reporters to move farther way from the disaster zone. Gil sighed. At least Brass was relatively out of harms way, though Grissom was glad that he would not to be in his shoes. Brass was going to have a difficult time keeping the reporters and video cameras at a safe distance from the crumbled building. "In other news…" continued the reporter as he droned about the housing market and falling prices of stocks. That's when Grissom hit the power button and grabbed his cell.

Less then ten minutes later Grissom got off his phone. Brass had been outside the building during the collapse preparing for the upcoming press conference. He was fine and helping organize the emergency rescue. Catherine and Warrick were trapped on opposite ends of the third floor, which apparently was a call center. Greg had been asleep in bed, had being the operative word. That left three people missing. Nick hadn't answered his phone and had been working the fourth floor. Sara Sidle had been processing the second floor and her phone went straight to voicemail. Add an expert witness that was missing somewhere on the premises, and you get what Grissom was feeling.

Grissom sat on the bed to let the information sink in before he changed into his work clothes. This was one of the few times in his career that Grissom felt sick to his stomach. Though it wasn't obvious to most people, Gil was a fairly emotional person and the fact that the people affected were practically his family made this disaster hit home. By the time he was in the car and halfway to the lab Grissom got a call from the Sheriff. Apparently there was not only a partially collapsed building full of people, but there was also a bomb threat, a sniper and a city wide emergency had just been declared. This was going to be a very bad day, Grissom had just gotten out of bed and was already summoned to the Mobile Emergency Law Enforcement Command Center for the city of Las Vegas.

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