I don't own CSI or its characters. I do, however, own Ren.
This takes place about a year after the end of season three. Enjoy, and PLEASE review, good or bad....it is the only way I can get any better!



I glance at my new apartment filled with boxes and am filled with excitement and anxiety. I still cannot believe that I am about to join the number two crime lab in the country. In one day, I am going to fulfill my dream of becoming a CSI, the dream I've had since my father, also a CSI, died when I was eight. What if they don't like me? At twenty three, I barely look seventeen. Worst of all, I have no experience, only my degrees. I decide to unpack some more, try and get my mind off all the things that could go wrong. Tomorrow night is going to be good, not bad.


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OK, guys, tomorrow night we are getting a new CSI, Grissom said as he walked into the break room. I think that she will be a great asset to our team, so please make her as welcome as you can.
A new CSI, eh? What level is she, Gris? Nick asked
CSI level one. She just finished her Master's degree.
Level one? Man, we're going to have to potty train her and everything? Warrick growled.
Now, be fair. We all started out as ones. Besides, this one is brilliant. She got a 1600 on her SAT, earned a 4.0 at Yale in her under grad degree, biology, and then also had a 4.0 in her Master's in forensic science from UAB. Just give her a chance, I think she'll be a quick learn. Grissom said. Now, time for assignments.

As Sara and Catherine made their way to a crime scene, Catherine asked What do you think about this new girl, Sara?
Well, from what Gris has told me, I'd say she's going to be phenomenal. I just hope the guys don't hassle her too much.



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I keep telling myself to breathe, that everything is going to be fine. But as Grissom walks me to meet the others, I am not so sure I believe it. Grissom grabs the door knob. Here goes nothing.

Team, meet Ren Kennedy. I hear Grissom say. As I look at the graveyard shift, I feel a bit more at ease, they don't look so bad. The one Grissom introduces as Nick is very cute. Warrick looks like a cool cat kind of guy. Catherine seems motherly, in a hip sort of way. My eyes stop on the one Grissom calls Sara. I want to cry. Her eyes are sunken in a bit, and she is very pale. She has a hat on, which is obviously meant to cover her bald head. In Sara, I see my father a few months before he died. She must have leukemia.

I shake everyone's hand and sit down. I can't get my mind off of Sara. I am not focusing on Grissom as he gives out assignments. Just as I barely hear him say that I'll be working with him and Sara, a young guy with a lab coat walks in.
Good, I thought I was going to miss meeting the new girl. You must be Ren. I'm Greg, I work in the lab. He said as he yanked some hairs out of my head.
Ouch! That hurt I hear myself say.
Oh, sorry, I just needed some DNA, so that I can put you in the data base.
I said, rubbing my head.


Soon, we were at a crime scene. Grissom had gone to talk to one of the police officers and had told Sara and me to stay in the car.
So, I thought I heard Grissom introduce you as Sara Grissom. Are you related?
Sort of. He's my husband.

We were silent for a bit. Then Sara said, It is ok to ask, you know.
I instantly knew what she was talking about. I already know. My dad died of leukemia fifteen years ago. If I can do anything to help, just let me know. With that, Grissom returned and we were off to collect evidence.



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Back at HQ, Nick and Warrick were headed to see Greg about some evidence.
Man, War, what is that girl? Twelve years old? This is gonna be fun, Nick said sarcastically.
Yeah, she's young, but she's smarter than your butt, Warrick quipped.
Nick punched Warrick as they walked into the lab. There, they found a puzzled Greg.
Don't tell me that the DNA didn't match, Nick whined.
Oh, no, it matched your guy. But look at this. You know how I have been checking everyone's DNA to see if they match Sara enough for a transplant? Well, the new girl does.
All three men were wearing smiles. Then Greg added, But that's not all. Look at these matches.....half.
But that means they are like siblings or something, right? asked Nick.
Yes, Nick, it does.

TBC