This is my first attempt at a fic. I'll do my best.

I don't own CSI or the characters. This is the only time I will say this. : ) Thanks

He reached for his pager as it sounded in the dark. He read the scroll: "761 South St ASAP... Greg and I will meet you there--Grissom." He looked his alarm clock. 2:00 am; Great, he thought. Groping for his bedside lamp, he turned on the switch. The light temporarily blinded him.

"There goes my night off," Nick said as he rubbed his eyes, trying to remove the veil of sleep. He was dressed and out the door in less than ten minutes.

The usually quiet neighborhood was in an upheaval. An ambulence and six or so police cars surrounded the tiny neighborhood home on South St. Neighbors were outside looking amazed at the chaos that had roused them from their beds. This is the to which Nick arrived. He stepped out of his car, kit in hand, and made his way toward the house. He spotted Brass and Grissom, apparently waiting on himself and Greg.

"Sorry, I'm late. What happened here?" he questioned.

"We're waiting on Greg. I only want to explain this once," Brass said. As he spoke, Greg came jogging to the scene.

"Did I miss anything?" He said panting for breath. The others just looked at him.

"We have a homocide," Brass began. "Female, early-to-mid twenties. Name's Elizabeth Monroe. COD: stabbing, and when I say stabbing, I mean ruthless. This girl's tore up pretty bad. Whoever did this..." he puased unable to speak for a moment. He took a deep breathe and continued, "No witnesses, but a few neighbors have come forward and told the police that she had a female friend staying with her. No description except for 'early twenties, brown hair, and drives a blue car.' No name either. All we have to hope is that she comes around."

Grissom, Nick and Greg absorbed the information. Tore up pretty bad, Nick thought. For Jim to say that, it must be bad. He swallowed.

"I Have a feeling this is going to be a long night," Greg chimed.

Grissom replied, "Well, then let's get to it."

All three ducked under the police line and made their way up the concrete path. Greg was the first to reach the door. He carefully pushed it open, all the while keeping his joking demeanor. When the door was fully ajar, Nick and Grissom heard Greg speak.

"My God," was all he said. His voice was laced with terror and shock. Every bit of the personality that is Greg was gone.

R&R please