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Thunder boomed in the night sky of Las Vegas. Little twinkle of rain starting to our onto the highway then started coming down faster than lighting. A screech was heard and a loud shot shudder the rainy air, 4 cars slammed into each other in the middle of the highway. Then the rest came crashing like dominoes.

            Gil Grissom was driving like a mad man. "Slow down Grissom they're already dead!" yelled Sara Sidle, who was sitting in the passenger seat, with the rest of the CSI and the lab tech in the back. They just got a call from Brass saying there was an accident on highway route 97. The sheriff ordered the CSI graveyard shift, the coroner and the lab tech all to come. Why? That's what they were thinking.

"Hey Grissom, the sheriff isn't at the accident site so you can't run him down." Nick Stokes joked. He zipped up his forensics science jacket as the spike-hair kooky lab tech next to him laugh.

Grissom shouted back, "Silk Silk Silk Nick!"

Nick blushed as Catherine Willows let out a giggle. Then unexpectedly Grissom slammed into a halt, which sent the gang jerking forward and back.

"Geez Grissom are you sure you didn't have your driver's license revoke?" joked Greg Sanders, he started to let out a laugh but his expression change as he looked out the windshield.

"Holy--" he started. The rest of them stop laughing at Greg, Sara, and Grissom serious expressions. They looked out and gasp at what they saw. There was a least around 50 cars slammed right into each other, blood was oozing out onto the pavement. Sirens were flashing, orange cones surrounded the site, and guys in white clothes were looking around for survivors, trying not to mess up the evidence. The gang got out of the SUV car and walked towards Brass who was shaking his head.

 "Check," Brass yelled into the walkie-talkie.

"Brass, what's going on we don't do accidents." Gil Grissom pointed out.

Brass shook his head,

"There are 39 or more people that are dead, none so far are alive." The five CSI looked at the site, it did look like someone slid on a wet spot sending at least 50 cars ramming into each other, and it looked like an accident site.

 A voice interrupted the silence, "This wasn't an accident," all six head turned to Greg. "It was a murder, check it out."

Greg pointed to the car that was the nearest to them. They saw a middle age man slumped in his seat, with a bullet in his head.

Grissom nodded, "We're looking at a crime scene."

            Sara Sidle was taking pictures of the man with the bullet in his head. She shined a flashlight through the window of the backseat. It was empty. "Sara!" Sara looked up. "What is it Nick?" Nick was looking in the window of three cars before he yelled at Sara. "I check three more cars and guess what?" Sara was losing her patience already. "WHAT?"

" All three of them have a bullet in their head."

Sara's jaw dropped. Nick looked in another car, and it showed a lady, whose face was purple, and she was cover in bruises and she too, also had a bullet in her left temple.

"This one too."

"Guys!" Sara and Nick turned around to the voice of Warrick.

"48 people are dead," Sara and Nick sigh, though they weren't really surprise.

 "And all of them are injured, oozing blood, and have a bullet in their head."

 Grissom and Catherine joined the three.

"Anyone want to take a shot?" ask Grissom. 

"A couple of cars smash into each other, with the heavy rain ruining several of the evidence, and more cars crash as they rammed into each other. They all die, and here we are." Nick said, trying to make his hypothesis sound elegant.

 "Alright how do you explain the forty-eight people all having a solitary bullet in their head?" suggested Warrick.

"There wasn't enough time for somebody to gun down forty-eight people in five minutes after the accident, that's when the police arrived." Catherine said.

"Yeah, it could have been more than one guy shooting these citizens." Sara explained.

"All we know is this forty-eight people died instantaneously in a car crash with a solitary bullet in their left temple and what does every crime scene have?"

"The evidence." Nick proudly said.

"That's right, we already have a crime scene and we have no suspect and no murder weapon."

"Lets investigate!" yelled Nick, rubbing his hands together.

 "Grissom!" a familiar voice shout out.

Grissom turned around, "Sheriff, what are you doing here?"

 Grissom was sure his face was turning red from his anger.

 "I couldn't get to your cell-phone so I thought maybe I'll talk to you in person." Grissom walked up to the Sheriff.

 "You're not going to wreck up my crime scene," he started.

"Grissom, lets be rational shall we, you have until midnight to process this crime scene." Grissom anger bolted up to the wall.

"WHAT! That's at least six hours!" he shouted.

"Why else did I tell you to bring the coroner and lab tech to go with you to the crime scene, citizens need to use this highway and we can't keep it closed until you solve the case."

"You expect us to know who did it with what by then, this isn't clue Sheriff this is science."

 "If I were you I'll hurry up and process the evidence, you got 6 hours no more or no less."

When the Sheriff left Grissom was extremely mad, he turned to his crew and they kept quiet. "Guys spilt up and search the crime scene," He turned to Sara, "You, Nick, and Warrick search one side and me and Catherine will search the other."

 "You don't mind if I help do you Grissom?"

Grissom turned to the lab technician Greg.

"Just don't make me regret it."

A grin spread across the spiked hair lab rat, his face brightened up.

"Great! Catherine you don't mind if I borrow some rubber gloves do ya?" ask Greg as he and Catherine walked to the other end of the crime scene.

"Are you sure you can trust him Grissom?" ask Nick.

Grissom ignored that question. "Here's walkie-talkie for us to keep in contact, if you find something that needs testing for DNA, then call us and Greg will test it." 

The three CSIs nodded and Warrick took the walkie-talkie. "Lets find some evidence!"

            Grissom, Catherine, and Greg examined the eight cars in the middle of the wreck. From Greg's point of view it seems that the wreck was a mile long to the inside. Grissom looked at the spike-hair lab rat, he was wondering if he should had let Greg examined the wreck. Greg kneels down and took a picture. Catherine opened one of the car's side door quietly. In the backseat she saw a gun, "I found a gun, could be the murder weapon, do you know what bullet are in these people's head?"

". 45 automatic," said Greg.

Grissom and Catherine exchange He said it not me looks.

" And what makes you think that?" ask Grissom.

Greg lifted something gold up in his rubber glove. "I found a shell casing." Grissom smiled. He was smarter than Grissom thought.

"Good, take it to the van and see if it actually did came from that type of gun and how many people have registered that gun."

Greg smiled fell, "What? Can't I get someone else to do it, I wanna help on the field."
 "Greg, you're a lab technician that's your job, here's a walkie-talkie call me after you get the result."

Greg angrily took it and then places the casing in a bag and walked away to the van. He went to the left side of the crime scene. "Grissom doesn't think I'm ready, I'll show him I can handle the field I'll-" Greg stopped. Something isn't right he thought. He turned to the car next to him. All the other cars had a perfect shot -which crash the window- into the victims' left temple. But this one was different. The left window was completely crash and it looked there was two bullet holes in the right window. He looked at the shell casing.  He then realizes that it wasn't a casing but a bullet. He grabbed the walkie-talkie

"Grissom!"

"What? You got the results already?"

"Nope I got something even better, I think I found the actual murder scene, can you find another bullet around your area?"
 "Fine."

Greg waited, he looked into the car some more, he saw that the bullet entered the back window and into the seat that leads into the man's head.

"Someone must really wanted this guy dead." Greg murmurs.

"We found a bullet, what do you have?"

Greg explained about the car, the body and the casing.

"Can you try to identify him?"
"Yeah, give me second." Greg slowly opened the door.

Big Mistake. A whole pile of blood slipped out of the door. Greg looked onto the floor of the car.

"Oh shit!" He fumbled for the walkie-talkie.

"Grissom!"

"What is it Greg?"

"A lot of blood slipped out of the car and got onto my shoes and it was from the victim's bottom." Greg shudders. "His dick has been cut off."

"Where is it?"

"Oh, it's here alright." Greg closes his eyes and started to breath through his mouth to stop himself from barfing.

"Where is it Greg?"

"Hanging from the steering wheel, it has something written on it in blood. "

"What does it say?"

"You're next."