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chapter 1 - Same Old Normal Day
It started out as a normal day for Greg Sanders. He woke up, got dressed, had breakfast and went to work. Like usual when he got to work he had a murder case, that he had to help solve. It was only a few months since his former boss Gil Grissom retired. It had been a completely different experience since that day. He had been working mainly with Riley Adams in the field.
As he strolled into the CSI building, something told him that today was not a normal day. Whilst he was walking he bumped into Catherine Willows, who handed him a card with his case written on before she rushed off in the other direction
"Come on Greggo" came the voice of his best mate Nick Stokes.
"But i just got here" Greg sighed, annoyed at the daily routine of stepping in the office before being whisked off to a crime scene.
"It's all part off the job" Nick laughed "I'll drive." Since Nick had been promoted he had changed into a different person. He was now more bothered about everything working and easily solved murders than caring for his best mate.
Nick didn't like taking it slow when he was in a car so as usual they went flying down the roads towards their crime scene. They arrived at a house in the middle of nowhere, Greg thought he recognised the house but couldn't think why. They both slid under the crime scene banner before entering the house. It wasn't until they were inside that Greg remembered the house, it used to be his old house before he rented a flat. Nick noticed Greg's bewildered expression.
"Greggo. whats the matter with you?" Nick asked.
"This used to be my house. I only sold it a month ago." Greg replied still in shock.
"Greg, you might want to see this!" boomed the voice of Riley Adams, who had been processing the house before the boys arrived.
Greg walked into the room where Riley's voice had come from. Once he entered the room he saw her staring and pointing at some writing on the wall. They weren't surprised to find it written in blood, the shock was what it read.
Greggory Sanders, You can't escape me again, i will have my revenge