Disclaimer: This is going to count for all the chapters. I do not own CSI. If I did it would very different. More wet shirts for one thing. But I don't. I can only indulge my fantasy here. Please don't sue me and save flames for later.
A/N: Now that I have home truths up and running, I am changing things here. That story brackets this one, as the points of view change a lot and I didn't feel comfortable having them as one. Greg isn't a CSI and I know that is not sop to have a tech along for the ride, but this is my playground at the moment and I am bending the rules.
All the CSI's are a tad younger though, more like in the first season looks-wise. And Sara got over G a LONG time ago. Glad I have that off my chest.
True to your heart
The explosion was horrific, deafening all unfortunate enough to anywhere in the near vicinity. As if in slow motion, Greg watched the fireball race towards Sara and he, the alley they were in only serving to amplify the speed and ferocity. As the larger part of his psyche desperately searched for a way to escape a small part, the scientist in him could only marvel at the beauty of it.
Using all his strength, Greg shoved Sara up and into the dumpster they had been searching only minutes before, slamming the lid down after her and only narrowly missing smashing her head. Of course these actions robbed him of any opportunity to do anything for himself bar ducking behind the dumpster, making himself as small as possible and hoping for the best.
A roaring noise filled his senses as something heavy slammed into him, forcing all the air out of his lungs. He was dimly aware of screaming as the world infernoed around him. Then he knew no more.
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"News just in. A violent gas explosion under Lexington Avenue has caused large-scale destruction in the surrounding areas. Police are unable to comment but do not rule out the possibility of foul play."
Warrick froze midway between sips of coffee. Something about the newscast was tugging at him, tickling his memory much like a clue that was trying to force a connection he could not see. A gut instinct told him it had to do with Greg and Sara. Why that should be though was unclear.
While he was still pondering his thoughts, Grissom poked his head into the break room, a distracted look on his face. "Warrick, have you seen Catherine? I've got the info she wanted on the Deathwatch beetle."
Warrick shook his head, then asked: "Grissom, where are Greg and Sara?"
"I sent them out to a building just off Henderson. A burglary gone bad. Three dead. Sara phoned in an hour ago that they had evidence the murder weapon had been thrown out of the window. A trace blood spatter on the window sill, indicating something was thrown. There is an alley right behind the house, maybe its in one of the dumpsters there. They might get lucky."
Warrick sighed, knowing how his boss' mind worked. "Where's the dumpster exactly?" The tugging at his senses was getting stronger.
"An alley just off Lexington. Why do you ask?"
Warrick jumped up, paling dramatically. "Newscast. Just on TV. Explosion off Lexington."
Grissom frowned: "They're probably fine. I'll contact Sara."
Ten minutes later they had their answer, or not depending on your point of view. Neither Sara nor Greg were answering their mobiles. On the third try Grissom only got a 'no service' notice. Collecting the remnants of his team, the head of the night shift prepared to head out to Lexington and see what they could find.