Disclaimer: I do not own CSI. If I did Greg would get more air time and would be married to Nick. X3 Anywho, hope you enjoy it!
Chapter One
It was like any other night in Vegas. People rushing from place to place with their loved ones at their sides, chatting away about their day or what lies ahead of them. Others were either at home watching their favorite shows or at work worrying about whether or not their sweet little ones were safe in their beds.
The city lights seemed to shine a lot brighter this particular night to some and for what reason, they did not know. Nor did some really seem to care, it just made everything a lot more enjoyable. They were the lucky ones. Enjoying the lives they had and the people that cared for them. Just oh so very lucky. They didn't have to hide under their bed, their entire body shaking in fear of being found, then having their body sliced open in every direction. This feeling overwhelmed one so greatly that it was driving him to just jump out his bedroom window instead of being tortured by the possibility of being skinned alive.
He slowly poked his head out from under his bed but then quickly pulled his head back under when a loud thud sounded of something large slam into his bedroom door. A few more thuds and grunting from the other side of the door and it was open. Nothing but the harsh breathing of the intruder and light dripping could be heard.
The teen stared out from his hiding place and watched as the last of his parent's crimson life force fell to the floor. He clamped a hand over his mouth to suppress the whimper that threatened to burst out and flattened his face on the floor as silent tears rolled down his cheeks.
He couldn't believe what happened. His parents were gone, skinned alive right to the bone. Blood, flesh and small bits and pieces of their bones all over the living room floor.
The teen couldn't help the choking sob that erupted from his lips, and when he realized this he snapped his hands over his mouth just hoping and praying that the older individual didn't hear it. But that was short lived, when a hand reached under the bed, grabbed his ankle yanking him out from under the bed. He let a loud cry and desperately clawed at the floor struggling to get out of the mad-man's hold on him.
"No no no no!!", he screamed. "Please god no!"
He was roughly turned over onto his back and pinned tightly to the floor by his shoulders.
"Oh yes," the other smirked. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a large blood stained knife and held it tightly in his hand.
The sound of crackling laughter reached the teen's ears and it made him even more frightened. So he did the only thing he could, he screamed as loud as he could, hoping someone nearby would hear his desperate cries for help.
The other sighed in frustration and clenched his other hand into a tight fist raising it above his head.
"Shut up!"
And with that he slammed it into the side of the young teen's head, immediately stopping his screams and sending him into a world of darkness.
A little while later at the Las Vegas Crime Lab
"Greg!"
The level one CSI looked up from the magazine that was settled on his lap to his boss and smile lightly.
"Hello Grissom," he replied.
"Greg, I paged you about 20 minutes ago to go help Nick at a scene, yet you're still here.", Grissom stated, with a twinge of annoyance in his voice.
Greg's smile vanished.
"You did?"
Grissom closed his eyes for a moment and sighed as he reopened them. "Yes, I did. Now can you please go?" He pulled out a small piece of paper with an address written lightly across it and handed it to Greg. "And make it quick."
Greg quickly stood up tucking the magazine in his coat pocket. "Righto boss." And with that he swiftly made his exit.
End of Chapter One
Author's note:
Thank you very much for taking the time to read this, I really really appreciate it. Reviews are also very much appreciated. And please, no flames. This is the second story that I've written so I'm still kinda new to this and whatnot.
Well anywho, thanks again!
Love,
Sasukesmyemo394
