Disclaimer: I own Katie, Kellie, Kristi, and Jason. But Not Greg or any other CSI: people things or places.
A/N: I just thought I would write something on Greg's history a little. I will only post the second chapter if I get five reviews. They don't have to be good ones but no flames please just constructive criticism if you don't love the story but want to comment.Enjoy the Story!
Brianna
Greg Sanders stood in front of his childhood home, just remembering the times him and his best friend had there. Next to him is a small overnight bag, Nick Stokes, and Warrick Brown. He doesn't know how long they stand there but it jolts him back into reality when Warrick touches his shoulder.
"Are going in Greg, or are we just going to stand here?" the green-eyed CSI asked his younger friend. As if to answer him Greg started walking towards the entrance of the nineteenth century mansion.
"Well I'll be damned. Greg Sanders I never thought I'd see you in this town again. What are you doing here." A five-foot eight blonde said as they came in. She couldn't have been any older than twenty-six. If Greg looked shocked, he didn't show it. He actually smiled for the first time since they arrived in San Gabriel.
"Hey Kellie how are you?" asked Greg as he hugged her.
"Well I'm fine Greg. How are you?"
"I'm just fine. Is Kristi around? And can I have three rooms please, preferably my old one and two others."
"That's good. Yes she is why don't you go up to the three rooms that I know you want. Then come back down and I'll get Kristi for you." Greg nodded and led his friends upstairs.
By the time the three of them got back down stairs Kellie was sitting with another girl about twenty-eight. She was introduced to Warrick and Nick as Kristi Carter. Everyone was confused as to why Greg brought them all together and in San Gabriel of all places. Greg looked around as if he was waiting for someone else to come join them. Finally after a few minutes, the silence was broken by Kristi.
"So Greg what is this about?"
"Kristi I know this will be hard for you. I need to do this though. It all started with a letter I got from Katie on my twenty-second birthday."
"A letter that I sent him telling him of Jason's death. Now I know this is a sore subject for you Kristi and it is for me too. I just don't think we got the right guy. Hi I'm Katie Carter you must be Warrick Brown and Nick Stokes." A green-eyed, red-headed girl no older than twenty-seven and five-foot-nine said.