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Grissom stood ready to give out assignments to his team.
"Catherine, Sara you guys have a robbery out on the strip Casino Royale."
"Ok, see you Griss. Sara said obviously wanting a different case.
"Nick, Greg you guys have a body dump."
"Cool ready Stokes?" Greg replied
"Ready, Greggo." Nick said. "I drive."
"Damn and I really wanted to listen to that new Interpol album."
"Next time Greggo." Nick said.
"Warrick you're with me we've got an apparent suicide."
"Alright see you guys."
"Later!" Greg yelled.
Nick and Greg approached their scene. The cop at the scene gave them a briefing.
"Ok couple walked over to a bench and felt a trash bag underneath his feet he opened it up and saw a hand."
"Ok thanks." Nick said. Another call came in over the police scanner.
"You guys going to be ok for a minute? We cleared the scene we've got a call about a rape near here."
"Yeah, we'll be ok. Go ahead." Nick told them.
"We'll be back as soon as we can." The officer told him.
"Wanna do the honors Greg?"
"Sure, why not?"
Greg carefully unwrapped the trash bag and opened it. He chuckled when he saw what was inside.
"What?" Nick asked. Greg showed him and a dummy was revealed to be in the bag.
"What do we do now?" Greg asked.
"Well, dust the bag for prints and the dummy for prints as well. We'll see what idiot did this and teach them a lesson." After a few minutes, Greg felt strange as if he was being followed. He looked around.
"You ok?" Nick asked as he looked up.
"Yeah, I'm ok." He kept working when he heard footsteps approaching. A hooded figure was heading towards Nick with large pipe in its hand.
"Nicky, look out!" Greg yelled. Nick turned around with a gun in his hand when he was hit on the side of his head with the pipe. He immediately lost consciousness as he fell to the ground.
"Nicky!" Greg yelled again he attempted to call for help but was hit behind his head and fell to the ground. The figure dragged Greg away slowly as his cheek scraped against the concrete leaving a blood trail.
