Summary: A double homicide makes the daughter the most likely suspect, and brings about a major change for the entire team. Rating: PG right now...may become PG-13 for language later on This is my first C.S.I. fic, but there are more planned! May be some Greg/OC later on....with hints of Nick/Sara. It's also a few years after this season, they've been working together for about 8 years. Disclamer: I don't own it, blah blah, don't sue, blah blah...

"Nick?" Gil Grissom called into the locker room.

"Yeah, Griss?" Nick Stokes answered. He slammed his locker shut and walked into the hall where Grissom stood.

"New case. Double homicide, it appears. The couple was found by their daughter." He answered, holding up the keys. "Let's go. Catherine and Sara are meeting us there."

Nick nodded and the two men headed to their cars.

As Nick watched as his boss pulled over on the side of the road next to a house surrounded in police tape, his heart began to race. He jumped out of the car, not even closing the door, and ran into the house almost knocking Gil down. As he entered, his eyes widened and mouth dropped in total shock.

Taking in the scene, he saw a man and woman, lying dead, blood pooled beneath them. Sitting next to them, stroking the woman's hand with hers, was the daughter. She had shocking electric blue hair and was dressed all in black.

"Oh god," he said, his eyes starting to water. The girl whipped her head around and stood up.

"Nick? Oh god Nick!" She cried and ran into his arms, just as Gil walked in. She was sobbing hysterically into Nick's shoulder as he stroked her hair. His expression was a mix of shock, terror, and a deep, deep sadness that he couldn't hide.

Catherine Willows and Sara Sidle walked in. At this point, the crying girl and Nick had sunk to the floor, and he was trying to calm her down. "Shhh, Jo, it'll be ok, it's alright, I'm here."

Sara raised an eyebrow to Grissom. She didn't understand why this girl was in Nick's arms. She didn't seem like the kind of person Nick would talk to, much less hang out with. Combined with the blue hair, small ring in the center of her lip, black clothes, and tattoo that was visible on her hip when her arms were around Nick's neck, you could tell she was a seriously rebellious child. She seemed like the type of person Greg would hang with. Plus she looked to barely be out of high school. Gil shrugged and gave a look of confusion equal to the one on her face. Catherine looked sadder than she had in a long, long time.