A/N: In English class today, we were told to think like Spiderman. That is where the inspiration for this fic came from. Read and review? Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own CSI or any of the characters. Nor do I own Spiderman.
Think Like Spiderman
"I hate it when they're this young." Sara said, staring grimly at the sight before her.
"I know; they're just kids." Greg added, striding over to the smashed up Camero. "They can't be any older than seventeen, eighteen at most."
Reaching his hand through the broken window, he grabbed the door handle and pulled.
"Here, let me help you." Sara said, joining him by the wreck.
Together, they gripped the partially opened door and yanked it open.
The sight before them was a ghastly one. Four teenagers were crowded into the car, bloody and broken. A male resided in the driver's seat, his head split open and his face splintered with glass. The female in the passenger's seat was sprawled out on the dash, several of her teeth missing, probably from the hard impact with the dash before the airbags could explode. In the back, another two guys and a girl were laid to rest, cuts and bruises covering every visible part of skin.
Sighing deeply, Greg reached into the front pocket of the driver and produced a thin leather wallet. Flipping the snap, he began rummaging through it for a piece of identity.
Meanwhile, Sara had gone around to the front of the car, assessing the damage.
"It looks like they flipped off of that guard rail we saw a few meters back," She mused, turning her gaze upon her case partner. "It's surprising that the car landed right side up."
"The driver's name was Jack Sterling. Home state is Oregon." Greg stated, staring at the license in his hand. "Full's was issued only two weeks ago."
"New at the wheel." Sara murmured, getting back up into a standing position. "Figures."
"You know," Greg began, staring hard at Sara, "This would never have happened if kids today would learn to think like Spiderman."
"What?" Sara said, stunned.
"Well, he's a new driver, none of them have seatbelts on, from the looks of the guard rail and the damage done to the front half of the vehicle, I'd say that Jack had a need for speed." Greg explained. "All he would've had to do to keep him and his buddies out of this situation was to think like Spiderman."
Still oblivious, Sara moved over to stand by Greg.
"I still don't understand, Greggo." She smiled, attempted to lighten the mood.
Braving the stench of the dead in the Vegas heat, Greg carefully leaned across the driver and grabbed hold of a small, shiny confection.
"Sara," He said, holding the key ring in front of her face. "With great power comes great responsibility."
Placing the keys into her palm, Greg gave her a tiny smile before getting to work on opening the back door.
Watching him proceed with processing the car, she grinned slightly. She had never seen Greg act more like the man that he was at that second. She only hoped that deep inside he understood what an impact his every move and word had on her.