Hi there, so this is my first CSI fic, and I wrote it a few years ago (with the help of my friend Jen, thanks Jen!) so its set around the end of season 5. Its nearly finished but I am having some trouble coming up with an end! But I do already have about 14 chapters done… and they are very long chapters. So please tell me what you think, constructive criticism only please.
So anyways… I don't own CSI or any of the characters, though I do own Phoebe.
So… enjoy!

My CSI Romance

She looked at the piece of paper in her hand as she copied the 4-digit code, opening her locker. As she did she placed the paper in her pocket, she was bound to forget it. She took her jacket off, hanging it inside, she could feel her hands shaking ever so slightly and paused, Come on now Pheebs, you're gonna be just fine, she reassured herself, Your boss seems nice and there's no reason the others wont like you. She took a deep breath, as she threw her bag in.
"But what if they hate you…" she said aloud, suddenly feeling nervous all over again.
"That's the first sign of madness," she jumped as she heard a voice behind her and spun around to see who was there.
She found herself staring at a guy, who if she was honest was extremely cute. He had brownish blond hair that was in a kinda organised mess with eyes that were a dark brown colour. "Sorry, didn't mean to make you jump," he smiled, as he turned, opening the locker behind hers.
"That's ok," she replied, before pausing, "Uh… what did you say?"
"Talking to yourself… the first sign of madness," he explained.
"Oh, right," she realised what he meant, "I think it's too late for that," she joked.
He gave a small laugh as he closed his locker and turned to face her, "Oh, sorry, I'm Greg," he said, realising he hadn't even introduced himself.
"Phoebe," she returned, holding out her hand, which he shook.
"So, you're the new CSI?" he asked, as she nodded he continued, "Yeah Grissom said you were starting tonight, your level 3 right?" as he spoke he took in her appearance. She was around 5"6', slim, with dark brown hair, pulled back into a ponytail. She had deep blue eyes, and his opinion was pretty hot.
She nodded, "Yeah." She paused for a moment before asking him, "So, uh, how long have you worked here?" she questioned, hoping to find out what it was like working there.
"Oh, I've been here about 6 years… I used to work in the lab, but I just passed my proficiency to work out in the field a couple of months ago," he explained.
"Congratulations,"
"Thanks," he replied, pleased at the compliment.
She was just about to ask him what everyone was like when a woman poked her head round the door, "Greg, break room," she said.
"Sure Cath," he called as she headed off.
He looked back at Phoebe, "Come on, I'm sure that means you too."
She nodded as she followed him out the locker room, they walked down the corridor, and just before they got to the room she could only assume was the break room Greg stopped and turned to her, "Oh, and I'm sure no one will hate you," he smiled before heading into the room.

Phoebe sat in the passenger seat as Greg drove them to the crime scene, their first case of the night.

Once she'd got to the break room Grissom introduced her to everyone, before handing them each their assignments. He'd put her with himself and Greg, but asked Greg to take her as he was going to meet them there after he'd sorted something out, what it was he didn't say. The case sounded good, a cleaner over at the dessert palms hospital had found an arm and a foot in the trash while emptying the bins.
She was sat thinking about what they might find when they got there when Greg spoke up, interrupting her thoughts.
"So, Phoebe, where did you move from?" he asked her, trying to break the silence.
"Oh, I just moved from Chicago," she explained, "I've been here a couple of weeks."
"Chicago huh, what made you move to Vegas?"
"Oh, uh, actually I moved to be with my fiancé," she explained.
He nodded "So how long you guys been together?" he asked, while trying to glance down at her hands, he hadn't noticed an engagement ring.
"We were together for 3 years."
"Were together?" he questioned.
"Yeah, my first week here I caught him in bed with another woman," she replied.
"God, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked."
"Its okay, I just wish I'd realised what he was like a few years ago."
Greg nodded and was quiet for a moment, unsure what to say. After all he had only known her for a few hours, so didn't want to pry into her private business. "How long have you been a CSI?" he asked suddenly, changing the subject.
Phoebe smiled to herself, "Uh, lets see, I started when I was 24, and I'm 27 now, so just over 3 years," she explained.
"Wow, you must be pretty good if you're already a level 3," he noted.
"Well, I've only been level 3 for about a month or so," she explained.
Again Greg just nodded, as he pulled the car into the parking lot, "We're here," he told her, as he cut the engine.

As they headed down the corridor she could see the area taped off, with a few police officers scattered around, talking to staff.
She noticed a man making his way toward them, he looked to be in his late 40's, a little taller then her with thinning brown hair.
"Hi Brass," Greg greeted him, as they got to the tape, which Brass held up and she and Greg walked under.
"Sanders," he returned, and he looked at Phoebe questioningly.
Greg noticed this, "Oh sorry, Brass this is Phoebe Jones, she's the new CSI, transferred from Chicago," he told him, "Phoebe, this is Captain Brass."
"Hi, nice to meet you," she smiled, "So what we got?" she asked.
"Diego Muigell, the cleaner, emptying the bins, he dropped one of the bags on the floor and noticed an arm and a foot, called us," he said.
"That him over there?" Greg asked, nodding his head in the direction of a young guy, stood with one of the cops.
"Yeah," Brass replied.
"We'll need to talk to him," Greg said, looking at Phoebe. He paused, he was used to have one of the others there who at this point would tell him what to do, but seeing as Phoebe was new, even though she was higher then him, he thought he'd best decide. "So…" he began.
"You wanna talk to him or start processing the scene?" she cut him off.
He smiled, he never was much for telling people what to do, "I'll go talk to the guy," he offered.
She smiled, "Then I'll go begin over there," she nodded her head in the direction of the yellow waste bag and its spilt contents.
"Okay," Greg said, watching her for a second before noticing Brass staring at him, "I'll uh, go talk to the cleaner," he said quickly, walking off.

Phoebe looked over the scene; there were a number of yellow clinical waste bags, one lying open, with its contents spilled out across the floor. She paused, taking some photos of the scene. The foot was lying on its side while the arm was still inside the bag. What caught her was the blood, or complete lack of blood, there was none in the bag or on the floor. She took a few more photos before pulling a pair of gloves from her pocket, kneeling down as she pulled them on.
She took a closer look inside the bag, moving a few bits aside; there were pieces of bloody gauze, syringes, none of which were unusual in a hospital's trash. They were gonna need to take the whole lot back to the lab and see what they could find.
"Hey," she heard Greg behind her and stood up, turning to face him, "So the cleaner says he doesn't know where that bag comes from, he just collects them all from the storage place to dispose of, Brass is gonna get a list of where these bags mighta come from, hopefully it wont be the whole hospital," he sighed.
"Great, well we're gonna have to go through this whole lot…" she began, as they both looked over at the pile of around 20 or so large waste bags.
"All of them?" he thought out loud.
"Who knows what other body parts might be in there," she pointed out.

It was an hour or so later and Phoebe and Greg were stood going through the first waste bag. They'd started with the bag that had contained their foot and arm, hoping to find something that might help them figure out what had happened to their vic.
Grissom had joined the Doc in the autopsy to see what they could find.

"Hey, Grissom said you might need a hand," came Nick's voice from the doorway.
Both Greg and Phoebe looked up to see Nick and Sara walk into the room.
"You can say that again," Greg sighed, as he placed another syringe into a pile of them.
Sara and Nick pulled on some gloves, "So what have you got?" Sara asked.
"Well, all we know at the moment is that someone cut up a body and tried to dump it," Phoebe began, "I'm thinking its someone who works in the hospital, they had to have known that these clinical waste bags get sent to the incinerator, had the cleaner not dropped this one then whoever it was could have gotten away with it."
Sara looked across at her, "Have you got any more bags to go through?"
"About 20," came Greg's sigh.
"Man, this is gonna be a long night," Nick spoke up, "You still glad you took that transfer?"
Phoebe gave a small laugh, looking up at him and smiling.
They worked quietly for a few minutes before Sara spoke up, "So, Phoebe, is Greg looking after you?" she teased, glancing across at Greg, hoping for a reaction.
"I've been nothing but a gentleman," he retorted.
"You sure you know what a gentleman is Greg?" came Sara's reply as she picked up some used gloves.
Nick laughed, glancing across at Sara as the two shared a smile.
"Yes I do, thank you very much Sara," Greg replied.
Phoebe looked up from the drug box she'd been looking at, although Greg didn't look like the comment had bothered him he seemed to go quiet all of a sudden.
"Hey," she said quietly, he looked up at her, "You've been really nice to me on my first day… very gentlemanly," she told him.
He gave her a shy smile, "Thanks."
She just smiled before looking back down at what she was doing.

About 30 minutes later and Grissom appeared in the doorway, "How are you doing?" he asked.
"On bag number 6," Greg replied.
"Well, we have a name, victim was Joe Marsden, 48, got a hit through AFIS, worked as a card dealer at the Bellagio. Apparently he was a patient at Desert Palms…"
"When?" asked Phoebe.
"He was never discharged, went missing yesterday, a report was filed, I'm going over there to talk to them now, Phoebe, I want you to come with me, you guys carry on working here, see what you can find," he told the other three. "Doc says the limbs were severed post mortem, I've got Warrick working on what was used to sever the limbs, and bloods been sent to tox," he informed them.
"Ok, Griss," Nick spoke up for them all.
"See you guys later," Phoebe called as she headed out after Grissom.

Phoebe followed Grissom as she headed into the entrance to the hospital for the second time that night.
"So how are you finding your first shift?" he asked as he held the door open for her.
"Thanks," she smiled as she walked through the door, "Well so far I'm liking it, and this case is definitely an interesting one to start with."
He smiled, "Well you seem to be settling in ok, how's working with Greg?"
"Oh, yeah he's been great," she assured him.
"Good, I know he's been here longer then you, but he's not long passed his proficiency… he's still got a lot to learn," Grissom explained.
Phoebe nodded, "Yeah he said he used to work in the lab, but he seemed to be doing well, knew what he was doing and what to look for."
"Good," he smiled, as they finally reached their destination.

So thats chapter one, i hope you liked it, please review... i love to know what you think of it!