Starting New 1/?

Rating: possible R

Disclaimer: I only own nothing at the moment.

Summary: A case hits close for our favorite CSI, level 1, when an abused little girl finds her way into Greg's heart.

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"Hey, did you catch that Suns/Lakers game last night?" Nick asked as he and Greg stepped into the locker room.

"Yeah, it was an awesome game." The dirty blonde chuckled, opening his locker

"Yeah." The Texan agreed, opening his own locker. "Hey, you workin' with us tonight or are you stuck in the lab?'

"Don't know, Griss never said anything." Closing their lockers almost simultaneously, both men stepped from the room. Moving into the break room, their meeting spot, Greg made a beeline for the coffee pot. Pulling out his pricey blend, he started the pot

"Please tell me your making some Blue Hawaiian?" Sara exclaimed, sprinting in the room.

"I don't know, am I?" He snickered, resting his back against the counter.

Sniffing the air, she sighed smelling the sweet brew assault her senses. "You are gonna let me have some…" Her voice came out like a demand as she leaned against the counter herself, adding. "Right?"

"Of course."

"So does that mean I can have some too." Nick spoke up, from behind the Sports section of the Nevada Daily News.

"Hell no." Greg chuckled, turning back to pot and pouring him and Sara a cup.

"Sure, if I had breasts I could have some."

"Nick, if you had breasts I wouldn't even be this close to you." The tech responded pointing to the few feet between them.

Sara laughed, nodding. "Me too."

The Texan was about to respond further when Grissom, Catherine and Warrick stepped into the room. "We got our work cut out for us tonight." The supervisor announced stepping into the circle the group created. "Ecklie has DNA covered tonight, so your with us Greg."

"Sweet!" Greg whooped, causing the others to chuckle.

Shaking his head at his younger co-workers antics, Grissom started. "Anyway, Nick, Warrick, you have a body dump out by Lake Mead, possible suspicious circs."

Handing the sheet to the Texan, Warrick announced "I'm driving." Before sprinting from the room, leaving Nick to follow in his wake.

Turning back to the group, Grissom handed Sara a different sheet of paper. "Sara, you and Greg have a B&E at a house in Henderson."

"Can I please drive this time?" Greg whined, stomping his feet like a little girl.

Seeing the pout on his face, Sara shook her head handing him the keys. "Fine but just this once."

"Awesome." Snatching the keys from her hands, he pulled her with him from the room.

"And last, but not least." Grissom turned to the only other person in the room. "Catherine, you and I have a double homicide at the Tangiers."

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"Alright Brass, what have we got?" Sara asked Brass as she and Greg stepped under the yellow crime scene tape.

"Neighbors said they heard commotion next door and when they went to check it out they found both victims."

"Both?" Greg questioned, raising an eye. "There's two of them? I thought this was a B&E?"

"It was, but one of our officers stumbled on another victim." The detective informed leading both CSI's into the house. "The wife, Jannie Mclure, 32, was found in here. Two stabbed wounds in the upper torso." He said, pointing to the body lying partway in the hall. "There's no signs of forced entry." Stepping lightly past the corpse, Brass stopped and again pointed, only this time further down the hall, where there was another body, David, the Medical Examiner, assessing the body. "This is the husband, Paul Mclure, 35, one stab wound to the back."

"Stabbed?" Sara asked, a confused look in her eyes. "That's uncommon in a B&E."

"Well you're the CSI's." Brass reasoned, a shrug at his shoulders.

While Brass and Sara talked, Greg decided to look around, being careful not to accidentally stumble on evidence. Moving further down the hall, he scanned walls; seeing family pictures, he stopped. Look over each picture carefully, his eyes grew wide. "Brass!"

Walking closer to the younger man, the detective raised a brow. "What is it Greg?"

Turning to Brass, Greg swallowed heavily. "Where's the little girl?"

"What little girl?"

TBC….R&R if you want more…………