Here goes an attempt at a ship-free story! (there may end up being the slightest hint of G/S, but it won't be intentional). I was getting an itch for some real CSI stuff, and decided to try my hand at it. I hope you all enjoy! and don't forget to hit that review button and tell me what you think!!!
Oh, and CSI, well it doesn't belong to me.....no matter how much I wish it did.



The students of Centennial High were assembled in the gym. Most were sporting the school colors, silver and blue, not only in their clothes, but on their faces and in their hair. It was homecoming and everyone was celebrating at the pep rally. Well, almost everyone.....

A lone student sat, hidden, scoping out the scene. He held the machine gun in his sweaty palms, waiting for the perfect moment. His target was in sight, he was going to implement his plan flawlessly. As the cheerleaders started their dance routine, he gulped, and began.


The gym erupted into mass chaos. Bullets seemed to be coming from nowhere and everyone was trying to escape. Some were falling to the floor, the wounded along with the non wounded. Others, still, were running, or attempting to do so. Some of the teachers were trying to calm people, telling them what to do, while others were as scared and uncontrolled as the students. In the mass hysteria, no one saw the boy with the gun emerge and join the rest of the school in panic.



Oh God. The words came from Sara, but the other CSI's felt the same. Since this case was so big and Ecklie's team was tied up, it had been assigned to the entire night shift. None of the team was entirely happy to be called out of bed, but after seeing the scene, they all became focused on finding the perp(s).

Well, guys, it doesn't look pretty. So far we've counted 14 dead. There are 33 minor injuries. We do have one teacher in very serious condition, they don't know if she is going to make it. Brass informed the crew. He had a solemn expression on his face; a rare sight.

Grissom felt the case weighing on his heart the way he could see it doing to his CSI's, but knew time was ticking. Come on guys, lets get to work. With that, they went their separate ways, hoping to catch the guy.

Hey Cath, is that what I think it is? Sara asked, glancing at something stuck under the bleachers.
I think it is, Sara!
Everyone out!!! vacate the building NOW!! Sara and Catherine screamed.

The women meant well, but elicited a bit more of a panic than they'd expected. Grissom, Warrick, Nick, and Brass all ran towards them, while the other police officers escorted everyone out of the building.
We need to get some bomb specialists out here, now, Sara said, because this looks like a bomb to me!
I'll call them, but we have to get out of here, if this is a bomb, it could blow anytime. Grissom ordered as he ushered his team out the door of the gymnasium.

As she turned to look back, Sara was the only one to see the beginnings of the explosion. Her cry to get down wasn't very effective, for the explosion propelled them all forward before she could get the words out.

TBC....