Title: Pandora's Box
Summary: Brass' youngest daughter falls for one of the crime lab's finest. What happens when a part of her past comes back? Will it ruin everything or will their love hold strong? (AU)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the CSI characters, no matter how much I'd like to. I do own Jayme Rochelle Brass. It's a semi-weird name, but I kind of like it.
A/N: This is one of my first attempts at a CSI fanfic, so please be gentle. Normally, I do Without a Trace, which from the amount of reviews I get, seem to be what I'm best at.
A/N: This story is going to have some differences from the actual show, but that's what I had to do to make my story come out the way I wanted it to. Again, please read and review!
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The definition of karma is the result of action. Is that what my life is? A big ball of karma? Ever since I was as little girl, things haven't really gone my way. First, my family, not including my mother, all moved to Las Vegas after some serious business went down within the police department. My father, Jim, who happened to be a Captain, couldn't let his job go, and my mother just couldn't accept that. Dad fought like hell to gain custody of my sister, Elizabeth or Ellie for short, and myself. Eventually he won, and together, the three of us moved to Las Vegas where we begun our new life. Things only got rougher there, though. Dad worked long hours, and Ellie and I had to try growing up in Sin City all by ourselves. The darker side of the city drew us in and we started making some pretty stupid choices. Ellie was three years older than me, and would sneak me into all the good clubs and after hours parties. When I turned 16, I got involved more heavily with drugs and alcohol. I tried drugs once and I was immediately hooked. From there, I started hooking and stripping and the spiral just kept going down. Dad ended up getting involved in a deep murder case, in which one of Ellie and I's friends got killed. Dad, who had always been a hero to me, once again rode in on his white horse and got Ellie and I into rehab. I stayed in Vegas, while she went back to Jersey to live with mom. I went back to school, and got my degree in Forensic Science, finding a job at one of the top crime labs in the city; the same lab that my father worked with everyday. I guess that up to this point in my life things have worked out well for me. I'm 23 years old; I have a nice apartment, good car, great career, and even better friends. What more could a person want? The one thing that I have that I had always dreamed of was the love of a man who loved me back; that man's name is Nick Stokes. Nick and I were almost always partnered up on cases, which put us even closer together. After Nick's kidnapping, we latched onto each other and never let go. We've been together for almost two years now. This is the fourth anniversary of coming to work at the lab, and even as I walk it, it feels like the first time I've been here. I walk down the hallway, stopping at Gil's office, and watch him for a moment. The older man is hunched over his desk, scribbling furiously on some piece of paper. I keep moving down the hallway, stopping at the entrance to the locker room, listening to Cath tell Sara about what happened over the weekend; how she saw her father, Sam Braun, how she and her daughter, Lindsey, got into another fight. I walk a little further, entering the lounge, where I find Warrick telling Nick about Tina, and Greg making his infamous Blue Hawaiian coffee.
"Hey, Jayme. Want some coffee?"
"No thanks, I'm good, Greg."
I sit down at the long table, next to Nick and across from Warrick.
"So, I told Tina. I said, if you don't like me being a cop, you can leave right now, because I'm packing a side arm."
"Warrick, buddy, we're not actually cops. We're Crime Scene Investigators."
"But we get to carry loaded weapons."
"Cheers to that!"
Nick says, as the three of us start laughing. At the lab, we're all one big happy family, knowing that if something big goes down, there is always someone to back you up. The door swings open as Sara, Cath, Gil, and my father join us at the table.
"We have our case assignments, everybody."
For some odd reason, though, I have a bad feeling that today is going to be a very, very bad day.
