Each day began just like every other in the populated halls of the Las Vegas Crime lab. Lab techs were running tests for DNA, Toxicology, Trace and GSR. The CSI's were reconvening in the boardroom to collaborate and try to piece together another grisly puzzle. The police detectives were going door to door taking statements, putting out BOLOs and embroiling in interrogations so frustrating that they wished use of force had not been discontinued. The ME and his assistant were making Y incisions, determining COD and TOD and preparing samples to send to the aforementioned lab techs. All in all the circle was complete and was running tediously as always. The lives of these people were about to change forever. They were to become consumed by what most people looking in would see only as child's play, but what started out as innocent chicanery turned sinister and dark in those 30 cold November days.
Day One:
Gil Grissom walked through the cool hallways to his office, where Sara Sidle, Nick Stokes, Catherine Willows, Ray Langston, and Riley Adams were waiting for him. He frowned as he clocked one was missing. Just as that thought had formulated, Greg Sanders came rushing through the door, his hair at all sorts of angles, looking flushed. "Sorry I'm late!" He gasped. "It's alright Greg, we're just about to start," he replied, frowning only slightly at the younger CSI.