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This is what I'm talking 's a little different I 's based off a script a wrote years ago.I tried to film it but ran out of money and had to abandon it.

It's AU so I don't want any reviews saying "Grissom's not a luietenant" Im in the middle of writing chapter 2 and there will be smut so children DO NOT READ.I've had enought of horny 14 year old males this you are wondering about anything relating to this story PM me.

IloveJorja did Beta on this. So worship her awesomeness.

And there's a wise saying DON'T LIKE DON'T READ.

They were sent out to the desert, away from the safety of the base. It was hot out, much hotter than usual. Still they pressed on.

Lt. Grissom was out in front. He was following orders to find this enemy camp and leave no-one behind.

Brass had forced him to take the newbie, Holly Gribbs, out. Grissom knew wasn't ready to be out here yet. One day she'd become a great fighter but not this day. She wasn't ready.

"Okay, Holly...you think you can stay here on point?" Her face filled with fear, which Griss immediately recognized.

"I'll be right behind you, okay?"

The young girl nodded and nervously walked in front, with the rest of Grave Squad following. Cautiously, Holly scanned the horizon, looking for any signs of life or threats. Grissom noticed her 'greenness' and her eagerness to do well, to do her job but he also recognized the fact that she really didn't want to be there. No more than they did.

Out there in the lonely vastness of the desert of death.

"Griss...man, we've been out in this goddamn death hole desert for hours and there is nothing here but dirt," moaned the young Texan behind him.

"Orders, Nick. I'm told what to do, you follow what I'm told to do," Grissom retorted, exactly two minutes later.

"Griss, come on man, how much further...my feet are killing me, can we at least rest...." Nick whined, on and on.

Griss rolled his eyes, all that boy ever did was moan or complain. "Grissom my boots are on fire," or "Griss my gun has grown wings and flown away," "Grissom I can't get an erection," "my cock turned green and fell off, then it bit me on the ass"

Me-me-mee-mee-mee-mee-mee-mee-mee-mee-me-me-ME! How badly he wanted to strangle that boy.

"STOKES! Stop whining, you're a grown man, not a four year old, take the pain."

Nick turned to the black soldier behind him.

"What did I do wrong?"

Warrick shrugged. "You were born."

"Ha..Ha..funny. But why is it always me that gets his head bitten off."

"Nicky, you want the promotion, not me."

Walking at the back of the squad were Lt. Willows and young Greg. Greg was new to the field. Usually he was a base rat, but Grissom had given him a chance and the radio.

"Greg, come on, move your lazy butt." Catherine was practically kicking him in the butt to make him move.

"I can't go on...need...water....can't breathe." Greg gasped, almost in a robotic voice. Then he just dropped to the ground. Catherine rolled her eyes, then went over to him and started slapping his face. Trying to wake him up.

"GRISSOM!" she yelled. "Greg, honey, wake up!" All she received were unintelligible sounds.

"GRISSOM...GREG FELL AGAIN!" This time she waved, trying to get his attention. No luck, they were that far behind, thanks to Greg, that he couldn't hear her.

"Grissom." Griss spun around.

"Yes, Warrick?"

"I think Cath wants you...Greg fell again." He pointed to their location. Grissom focused on and saw Greg slumped on the ground with Catherine over him, slapping him awake.

He sighed. "Not again....Holl, hold up." Then he casually walked over to Greg's floppy figure.

"Greg, Bud, wake up." He too started slapping his face, trying for a response.

"Catherine, do you have water?"

She poured some on the young man's face, causing him to cough and splutter awake.

Young Holly was still at the front of the group. Nick and Warrick were chatting, leaving Holly on her own to look for signs of attack. She saw something--something that wasn't there before.

SHIT! it was a enemy soldier, no, a band of 20 soldiers, on bikes, coming straight for them. She panicked.

"Warrick, Nick...What do I do?!" They too panicked.

"GRISSOM!" They simultaneously shouted, pointing to the angry band.

Gil directed his attention to the bikes, with their ever increasingly annoying sound. Three shots rang out, all hitting Holly. She fell to the ground without ever firing a shot.

Gil saw her fall.

"FIRE!" Grissom screamed, flicking the safety off his M-16. The guns cracked, bodies fell, blood soaked the sand. Grissom dodged the hail of death and rushed to Holly's body.

"Holly, Holly...hold on, honey." She spluttered blood.

"Oh my god." He wiped the blood away from her face. This was a terrible waste of life.

"CATHRINE...Get on Greg's radio...Call for EVAC and Support...Now." Griss reverted his attention to the fool who had his AK-47 directed at him. One down, two down, three down. Dropping like flies.

Behind him the radio the radio crackled. "Control, control this is red fox 1. We need Med-Evac and support to this location...Now. Over."

The radio spoke. "ETA 3 minutes...Over and out."

As abruptly as it started, the gunfire ceased.

"Everybody okay 'cept Holly," Catherine gasped. Grissom checked Holly's pulse to see if he could get a response. She was fine a minute ago

"No Pulse...no pulse..Catherine! NO PULSE!" He started CPR compressions while Catherine administered morphine. Holly had one bullet in her leg, one in her shoulder, and a nasty one near her chest. It was an off chance, she didn't have much, just a glimmer of hope. They brought her back, she was breathing, but she wasn't conscious.

"SHE'S ALIVE SHE'S ALIVE..... NICK GET OVER HERE!" They did everything they could.

"Holly, stay with me." Holly could hear the voice, but whose, it was she didn't know...could be Grissom's, could be Warrick's, could be Nick's. She heard the helicopter. She felt herself being lifted and moved. She felt the warm clammy hand clinging to her cold one. She saw the light, she saw the gates, the shiny gates of freedom.

"Another one reporting, sir." Another one that didn't survive the desert.

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