A/N: Hello everyone! Glad you've decided to read my CSI fan fic, and believe me, I do appreciate it. ALOT!So please remember to review! Now sit back, put on your latex gloves, and begin to discover a world filled where even the tinniest bit of evidence can crack a case.

Chapter 1

Greg Sanders glanced wearily at the plain clock, which hung in his brand new office. He had just been promoted to CSI level one, something, which he had been looking forward to for the longest time. He'd been so happy about it, and still even three weeks after, the grin had not left his face, something, which had attracted many irritated stares in the lab. Greg didn't mind at all, it didn't bother him, his whole life he hadn't really cared what others thought, and clearly displayed his own unique style. This constantly brought trouble upon him from Grissom, but Greg knew the old pro had a small soft spot for him. Greg rubbed the exhaustion from his eyes, desperate to pack up quickly and head home for a nice hot bath. The new job had many perks; new office, better pay, interesting evidence to work with. However, the job had just as many drawbacks; longer hours, sleepless nights due to past cases, constant pressure to not miss a single thing. Greg grinned and beared it through it all, this was what he wanted. He clicked off the bright lights and shuffles out of the office, locking it behind him when someone ran into him, breathing heavily.

"Mr. Sanders?" A confused look spread across Greg's usual perky expression at being addressed as Mr. He turned around, with his briefcase in one hand and surveyed the woman who stood before him in a white and blue uniform, which was what all staff at the front desk wore.

"Yes, that's me. Hello Maria." The woman smiled at him and gave him a small wink. He lowered his voice and leaned in towards her. "You know, I'm off the clock, you don't have to call me that. Greg will do fine. God how long have we known each other. Please, call me Greg." Maria gave his cheek a pinch, like a grandmother would and clicked her tongue at him.

"Now, now. You've been promoted, you're not just Greg anymore." Greg shrugged in an easy manner.

"Guess not." Greg replied as he eyes the brown packed that she clutched in her hand. "What's that you've got there?" Maria glanced down at the package and then seemed to remember why she had come.

"Ah yes. This is for you." She handed him the package promptly and regarded him. "It came a few minutes ago. I think you'd better open it." Greg glanced down at the top of the package and read the information printed neatly on it.

Mr. Greg Sanders

Las Vegas Crime Lab

Greg looked up back at Maria and gave her a questioning stare. He turned the package over, inspecting its weight and size.

"And this couldn't have waited until morning?" Maria shook her head.

"I'm afraid not. The messenger said it was important."

"Ah well, if that's the case." Greg said with heavy sarcasm, "then I guess I'll have to open it."

"Now look here Greg." She said sharply, "I don't like you using that tone with me, even if you are newly promoted." Greg took a step back and a small smile came to his lips.

"Nonsense Maria. I was just having a bit of fun. I didn't mean anything by it." Maria put her hands on her hips and continued in the same sharp tone.

"You better not have. Now see to it that you open that up." She stared at him for another moment or two and then turned briskly on her heel and strode down the hall back towards the glaring lights of the front desk and the lobby. Greg chuckled to himself and returned his gaze back down towards the mysterious package. He set down his briefcase and took the package in both hands and began to tear at the seal. Before he could get more then halfway through the tape, the package shook violently and a dull ringing sound met his ears.