Story title:

Drive

Characters:

CSI 2 Gregory Sanders

DNA Tara Winters

Night Shift Supervisor Gilbert Grissom

CSI4 Catherine Willows

CSI 3 Warrick Brown

CSI 3 Nicholas Stokes

Detective JimBrass

Day Shift Supervisor Conrad Ecklie

Archie, Jaqui, and perhaps others.

Synopsis:

Almost a sequel to A Life All It's Own..., but Greg and Tara aren't together. Greg got promoted, and stuff. Read my other story first to really get who Tara is, K?

I DO NOT OWN CSI, BECAUSE, TRUST ME, YOU WOULD KNOW IF I DID!

"Greg, where is my sandwich?", Tara asked, really annoyed with Greg already for drinking her soda. "It was marked with MY name on it! Did you take that out of the fridge, too?"

Greg looked up at his frustrated coworker. She tapped her foot impatiently as he tried to think of a way to get out of the fact that he had a mouthful of her sandwich shoved in his cheeks.

"Mhn ghhmm bhimhh.", he tried totell an excuse, but he ended up accidentaly spitting half eaten sandwich all over Tara.

"Agh!", she growled, obviously disgusted beyond words. Greg looked on as she stormed out of the break room, covered in saliva-coated turkey chunks. She walked into the locker room to get a change of clothes when she decided to take the rest of the day off. She had worked a double shift all week, and she was really exhausted. "Grissom?", she knocked on his door. He took one look at the lunch meat covered DNA analyzer and told her to go home. She thanked him and went to the locker room and packed up. She walked out to her car, and got in. She started the engine, and saw something black moving fast in her side mirror.

"Get into the backseat and give me the keys, bitch."

A deep voice demanded of her. She put her hands up and nervously whispered, "You can have my money. My purse is right next to me in the passenger's seat. You can have everything you want.", she screamed a little when a cold metal gun barrel slammed up against her neck.

"I told you to get in the back bitch! Do what I say or die!", Tara was frozen in fear. "NOW!", he boomed. Tara was guided into the back, hands still up, gun now pointed at her head. She screamed as loud as she could when he grabbed duct tape, rope, and... a hankercheif? Tara was surprised when he shoved the wet, cold, hankercheif over her nose and mouth. "It's called Chloroform bitch. Your friends know all about it. Don't you?" was all she heared before she blacked out in her backseat, being bound and gagged before she was even unconscious.