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A/N I dunno where I got this from, but I am a slave to my weird muse.
Chapter One

Doctor Albert Robbins has seen most things in his lifetime that people don't even dream off. He has sliced and diced the nastiest decomposed corpses this side of Vegas. He had gone through the trauma of losing a limb and come out of it strong.

He was currently drinking a stolen Hawaiian coffee blend from Greg Sanders.

Damn, it was good. Trust Grissom to get the good stuff.

He took a few more sips from the heavenly blend. Now, that was quality coffee. Reluctantly setting the steaming mug down, he picked up the file from the stainless steel table and browsed through it. It was a 40- something Caucasian male, single gunshot wound through the left anterior chest. Right through the heart. Poor bastard. Body was found in abandoned parking lot. Brought in by a rookie CSI at around 10: 54 pm.

Hmm, routine case. Get body temp, establish time of death, get toxicology and ballistic, extract bullet and do an overall check. 40 minutes and Dave would be cleaning up the body.

He heard the heavy metal swinging doors open, followed by rapid footsteps. He glanced up from the file and saw the worried face of Catherine Willows. "Something wrong, Catherine?" he asked picking up the mug.

"Yeah, missing Grissom. Can't find him anywhere. Have you seen him?" she asked, her voice lined with anxiety.

"Nope, but I wouldn't worry too much. Prob'ly setting up another Miss Piggy experiment." Al sipped his Hawaiian coffee.

"I guess so, but wouldn't he tell somebody? I've asked around. No one seen him."

"You know Gil, caught up in his experiments." The good doctor sipped more. Hmm, running out. He grabbed his leaning cane from the side of the counter, and stiffly limped to the coffee pot. Got to turn that A/C down, stiffing up his leg...

He heard Catherine sigh. "Your right, I'm probably worrying too much" She sniffed, and looked at the coffeepot. "Is that some of Greg's Blue Hawaiian Blend?" she asked her tone much lighter.

He looked up from the pot, "Maybe"

"Great stuff huh?"

"Got to ask Greg where he got it"

Catherine laughed "Don't hold your breath, he isn't telling"

Doc Robbins picked up a nearby bone saw "Oh, we doctors have ways to make people talk" he said ominously.

Catherine laughter filled the empty room of bodies. "Ah well, if you see Grissom, let him know I'm hunting him down," she added walking away.

"Will do" he called after her.

He sipped some more coffee. Well, better get to that body, he looked at his watch, don't want to miss Law & Order... He limped to the nearby table with the covered body. He took a gulp of coffee and pulled the sheet back from the victim's upper body.

Coffee went flying. His body started to shake. He heard the mug fall and crash. But he couldn't keep his eyes from his face.

The face of Gil Grissom.
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