Hey, y'all! So this is my first fanfiction…or anything that I've given to the public to read of my writing ever. I hope y'all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Morgan unlocked her door and stepped into the cozy living room to her apartment. She had just finished working a double and she was extremely exhausted. She walked through her living room and went straight to her bedroom. The window was open and she shivered at the soft breeze against her light gray blouse and black dress pants.

"That's funny, I don't remember leaving the window open this morning…" she thought to herself. She placed her bag, keys, phone, and gun on her dresser and she was about to take off her watch when she heard a creek coming from her closet door. She turned around to find a man dressed in all black pointing a gun at her. She threw her hands up.

"I'm screwed now," she thought.

"Look at you, you're so beautiful…" he said, getting so close to her that he put the tip of the gun under her chin to look at her.

"Who are you?" she asked, not showing any fear.

"You should ask your boyfriend." was all he replied.

"I don't have a boyfriend…"

"Really," he laughed, "I should've known that scrawny loser hasn't worked up the balls to ask you out yet. You probably intimidate him."

"That's right, keep talking…" Morgan thought to herself. "I'm not sure I follow…" Morgan said.

"Oh, please. Are you that blonde, or dumb? I've only been watching y'all for a couple of months and I know that he's in love with you." He shook his head and smiled a creepy ear-to-ear smile, "Which will make this all the more fun." At that moment, and in swift, fast movements, he kissed her. She brought her right fist to his abdomen. Morgan took off running. He recovered a lot quicker than she thought he would, though, and fired two shots. Morgan felt the breeze of the second one as she ran out into her living room. He followed and just before she unlocked all the bolts and chains from her door he grabbed her and threw her down onto the floor.

"You'll pay for that you bitch." He spat, but she moved her head at the last second, and then he kicked her in the side of the knee. As much as she hated to, she shrieked in pain. He pulled her up by the hair and began choking her. This time, she kicked him in his thigh and he let go of her, but it was short lived. Before she could catch her breath, he pinned her to the floor and began choking her again. His arms were longer than hers and she couldn't reach his face. He was also practically sitting on her stomach, so her legs were of no use either. She began clawing at his hands, but that was of no use since he was wearing gloves. Before she knew it, she blacked out.

Greg had just arrived at work to find Russell sitting in his office.

"Hey, D.B., any new cases yet?"

"Isn't it a little late at night to be in such a great mood?" D.B. asked shaking his head.

"Well, yeah, but I've had my coffee; so, I should be good for about two more hours…tops." Both men laughed.

"Well, hopefully we'll get you a case before then, but right now I have nothing. Morgan pulled a double to help out on day shift, so they probably don't have anything left over either. Nick is working a seemingly straightforward case about strangulation, and Finn and Sara are working a supposedly simple house robbery. Why don't you go over and organize some old files?" D.B. suggested.

"I think I'd rather have Grissom back teaching me about some bug species that's only common to Iceland…" Greg joked, "But, yeah, boss, I'll get right on that."

So, Morgan's got the night off, huh? Lucky her… Greg thought to himself. Instead of looking at old files, Greg went to talk to Henry and see if he needed any help.

"Hey, Henry."

"Hey, Greg."

"Whatchya workin' on?"

"Oh, just some simple stuff. No cases yet?"

"How'd you know?"

"'Cause you don't usually come bother with me now that you've moved up to a big and bad CSI."

Greg didn't know how to respond to that since he couldn't tell whether Henry was kidding or serious, so he just stared. He was relieved when Henry started laughing.

"I'm kidding! Quit looking like you're going to mess your pants."

"Believe me, that wasn't the look I was giving you…" Greg said. "Glad to know you don't need any help, I'll see ya around." Greg turned and walked out of the lab. Man, I hope I wasn't that jealous back then… he thought.

Suddenly, he found himself in Doc Robbins' autopsy room.

"Hey, Doc."

"Hey, Greg, what? No cases?" Doc said, barely looking up from the body on the slab in front of him.

"Wow, I really gotta start visiting people more often!"

Doc laughed, "Yeah, you should. Hey, see if you can figure this out." Doc pulled him over to a screen.

"What are we looking at?" Greg asked.

"This is an x-ray of the Jane Doe I've got laying there. We're looking at an unidentifiable object lodged in her abdominal cavity."

"So, you want me to see if I can identify the object?" Greg asked.

"Well, yeah, I was hoping you could. Nothing coming to mind?"

"Not yet, but I'll get right on that. It beats paperwork anyway. But, why don't you just find it when you perform the autopsy?"

Doc laughed again, "Because I want to get an idea of what tools I need to use before I ruin it, whatever 'it' is."

"Can I steal these x-rays?"

"Be my guest. Hope they help, just make sure they come back to me eventually."

"Will do."

Greg was still looking at the x-ray in his hands and wasn't paying attention where he was walking, so he ran into Hodges.

"Oh, my bad, Hodges."

"Oh, hi, Greg. Whatchya got there?"

"X-rays from Doc's DB in the morgue. Any ideas what this object could be?"

"Nothing comes to mind. Why doesn't he just open her up and fish it out?"

When Greg gave him that 'way to make that sound so careless' look, Hodges corrected himself, "I mean…why doesn't he perform the autopsy and find it then?"

"Because he doesn't want to destroy whatever it is."

"Oh, okay. You know, I have seen some flash drives that size. Kids in college find them easier to carry since they can stick them in their pockets."

"Or, apparently, swallow them." Greg replied.

"Well, hey, I gotta get back to trace. Good luck with that!" Hodges exclaimed and walked away from the CSI.

When she woke up, she was in the trunk of some car. Her hands and feet were bound, and she was gagged. She looked around until her eyes adjusted to the lack of light. The trunk was bare. She rolled over on her back looking for a weak spot in the carpeting. Sometimes when carpets have weak spots it means something's poking through. She pricked her finger on something sharp and pulled back in pain. She could feel the warm blood running down her hand. She adjusted so that the rope was over the sharp point and started moving the rope swiftly back and forth. Before she knew it, she had freed her hands and was freeing her legs and mouth. She started moving around in the trunk trying to find a way out. Suddenly, the car stopped. Morgan put the gag slightly back into her mouth and draped the rope over her hands and feet. The trunk flew open and the guy grabbed her up by the hair. She brought her fist to the side of his face and he flew backwards startled. Morgan jumped out of the trunk and started running, but her knee was killing her and she was still wearing her low heels. She didn't recognize where they were, but there were a few houses on the street.

"Help!" she started screaming, but got the feeling that nobody could hear her. Where am I? she thought to herself. She began looking for street signs. MacCade Avenue was the first sign she saw. Finally, Morgan saw some cars on the road. One was stopped at a stop sign.

"Hey! Help! I've been…" she didn't finish as her captor caught up with her. He grabbed her around the waist and began dragging her back. She wasn't sure if the driver saw them or not, even though they were supposedly right in the middle of the car's rearview mirror. Morgan tried screaming again, but he had a cloth around her mouth and she knew immediately what it was…chloroform… The next thing she knew, her consciousness was fading rapidly.