A/N: Hey everyone! I'm back with another story...I have been on a hiatus for a while...I think it was depression...CSI style, lol...well, I figure, no! I'll NOT let whats happening in the show stop me from writing about WHO I want...so, I hope that works with you all...I know, I like keeping with the show, but I cannot cut her out. So, this is a darker fic by me. It was inspired by...wait, umm, well, I'm not quite sure:S

In any case, it's darker...the rating may very well change mid-story. It'll be rated T as of now, but anyone, feel free to alert me to any changes that should be made ratings wise. And any opinions you have. I like criticism:). Anyways, here it is everyone...first chapter of a new fic!

WHATEVER IT TAKES

CHAPTER 1: STRANGE AND CRUEL DISCOVERIES

Sara Sidle walked up the short driveway towards a small home in a trendy neighbourhood in Las Vegas. However, she never felt the rush, the invigoration she usually felt when she came to a crime scene. As a forensics investigator, her passion was trying to get justice for the victims who could not get it for themselves, to make sure lawbreakers paid for their crimes. The rush of adrenaline when she found that crucial piece of evidence that could prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that a criminal had done the deed was always the zest of each crime.

Tonight however, Sara scowled at the crime scene ahead of her. She had been called on a simple trespassing call. It was strange, however. When everyone had gotten their jobs, she knew it would be busy. Warrick Brown and Gil Grissom, the supervisor of the Graveyard shift, had a double homicide at an old warehouse. Catherine Willows had a break and entering, and an attempted sexual assault on a woman in Summerlin. Greg Sanders and Nick Stokes had a double murder of a man and woman not too far from where Sara had her crime scene. She could see the faint hue of blue and red from police squad cars at their scene on the horizon, flashing like the Aurora Borealis in the starless sky. She hoped they would have a better scene than she would.

"Hey Sara." Detective Sam Vega greeted Sara as she walked up the short path to the house. "Not a very interesting one tonight."

"Not for me, anyways." Sara said, giving a slight smile towards his direction. It still bothered her that she had gotten the slip of paper bringing her here, instead of their rookie investigator, Greg. It seemed odd that she had to work the less important case. Then again, no case was less important, and more bigger still, Greg was not a rookie anymore, but a competent investigator. Sara sometimes forgot that. "What do we have tonight?"

"Well, we got a call in about a half hour ago," Vega started, flipping through a notebook he retrieved from his pocket. "A man in his thirties who lives in this home said his wife woke him up, complaining of a noise outside. He went to check it out, and he said he saw a man fleeing on foot. He hopped over the front fence and then ran down the street."

"Any descriptions?" Sara asked as they started walking through the halls of the house. The walls were a pleasant light brown, plastered with pictures of the man and wife in various locations. There was no denying that they were affluent. The house screamed double pay check, and was decorated in rich woods. It would take Sara s year's salary to buy s piece of that furniture alone.

"Yeah, the man got a good look at the perp, when he turned around. Apparently he was pretty scruffy, maybe homeless, in a worn plaid coat and jeans. However, he could be miles away from us by now."

They had now arrived outside. Sara had not recognized it before, but the house was not part of the block, rather the back of the house was like a gate to the desert. The yard was well cut and green, with a myriad of flowers planted around borders, and then past the small fence, there were barrens of old businesses, decrepit warehouses and factories. The ground was composed of cracked asphalt and mud, and debris was everywhere. "Hmm. This is the perfect gateway for a criminal looking for an escape."

"Yeah. Criminal is right." Vega said, leading her over to one end of the yard. He stopped and gestured with his hand for her to follow suit. Sara walked over, and stopped next to where Vega had stopped. Down on the ground, almost camouflaged by the mosaic of colourful flower, was a bloody knife.

"Ah, Vega," Sara said with a smile, "you know how to make an investigator's day."

"I try my best." Vega replied, with a smile of his own on his face. "So what do you think this is? Just a weapon, ditched by a crook who thought it would save him from jail time?"

"I'm not sure." Sara replied, laying down her shining silver kit on the ground. Suddenly, a wave of paranoia washed over Sara, and she shivered, though Vega did not notice. She opened up her kit and hauled on gloves, and took out an evidence bag. "This seems too odd yet to tell. I guess I'll see when I gather everything, and take a look around."

"Okay." Vega said, as he backed off a bit to let her work. He walked back to the porch of the house to talk once more with the husband and wife who called in the crime as Sara got to work. She carefully took the knife and placed it even more carefully in to the bag, hopeful that it would wield incriminating evidence. Then she took out her flashlight and started to scout out the rest of the area. If what Vega said was right about the crook ditching his weapon instead of keeping it, then whoever had come through the garden didn't seem very smart. It meant that there was a greater chance for something to be left behind. Although Grissom had always impressed on his CSI's to never underestimate anyone, she sometimes could not help it. Sara looked about the dirt where the knife was found, but finding nothing else probative, started to look around the garden.

Sara walked all around the lawn, making sure not to miss any land. She made sure to check every spot where a shoe impression could be, a hair, anything that could link her to the person she was looking for. However she could not find anything in the lawn, and after twenty minutes looking over the same plot of land, she growled.

"Vega, there is nothing else here besides that knife."

Detective Vega came over to Sara as she spoke to him. "So, what? Are you going to pack it in? It is only a trespassing call. I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. Maybe he found the knife in one of those old buildings."

Sara shivered again. Something didn't seem right. "I know it's just a trespassing call, and according to the description, that guy could very well have gotten that knife anywhere. However, we can't take any chances. Why was he here with a bloody knife, and more importantly, if he did use it himself, on whom did he use it?" She asked rhetorically. "I need to find out."

"So…where are you going with this?" He asked her, though as he followed her eyes, he already knew.

"I'm going to have to hop the fence and start looking over in the old buildings." Sara said. Well, she did want something interesting to do tonight. "I have a feeling there's more to this than meets the eye."

"It's up to you Sara." Vega replied. "Though I'd rather you not. I'm not very much in the mood for hopping fences."

"It's good exercise." Sara replied back as she lifted herself carefully over the small white picket fence. "Come on, I'm not supposed to go anywhere without a police officer present."

Sara landed softly on her feet on the other side, as Vega came swiftly behind her, also bringing her field kit, which she then took from him. As soon as she took her first steps, she shivered again, and she immediately went on her guard. She took out her flashlight again. From behind the fence, she could barely make out the porch light that came from the house, nor could she make out the blue and red lights from a few blocks away, where she knew Nick and Greg were also working. Clicking the small button, she immediately found a trail of footsteps in the oozing muck of the ground, heading towards her crime scene. However, she also found a pair of shoes just outside the fence. Perhaps her fugitive was smarter than she thought.

She followed the trail of impressions in the dirt, hoping for something which would help her explain what was going on. Something in the back of her head, a voice, told her that all was not as it seemed. And she knew herself that nothing fit into the puzzle of her case. Why would a guy who had a bloody knife dump it in a random garden, or at all? Where were the bodies? Who were the bodies? Sara had all these questions inside her head as she and Vega continued on their way along the path.

"Wait." Sara said suddenly, as her well-trained eyes spotted something far to her right, away from the house.

"What? What is it?" Vega said, following her strict instructions and stopping on cue.

"What is this?" Sara said, as she veered off the footprint trail and walked to the object. As the white light of her flashlight came upon the object, Sara's heart started to beat harder. Little lace lambs and bunnies stared back at her as they lay on a soft cotton blanket of forget-me-not blue, which was bordered in more of the lace. The blanket, though very small, was laid flat over something.

Sara stared at the blanket for a long time, not knowing if she wanted to look under it or not. Suddenly, the blanket cried, or at least the something under it did, and Sara found herself drawn to the blanket. She knelt down by the blanket, which made another pained cry, and slowly she lifted the corner of the fabric.

Her face paled at the sight in front of her. Placed underneath the blanket was not one, but two babies; two twin boys not yet a year old, were lying on the hard, cold ground. One baby was reaching up for human contact, for the warmth and help of anyone, for his parents, as he wailed pitifully up at Sara. The other baby, however, did not do any of these things. His sleeper, a pale yellow in colour, was now stained with what little blood his tiny body contained.

"Vega!" Sara screamed. "Call the paramedics, now!"

Greg Sanders raced through the hallways of Desert Palms Hospital, desperately trying to find out where Sara was. He turned the corner towards the Emergency Room registration, and turned towards the older woman in the room, behind the plastic wall. "Excuse me?" He asked her in a voice that was filled with anxiety. "Can you tell me where Sara Sidle is?"

"Sara Sidle?" The woman said as she blew a bubble with her gum, making it pop loudly. "I'll check hon."

"Th-thanks." Greg replied, as he walked a little to the side to let other people through to the woman. Greg willed his pulse to slow, and his breathing to return to normal, but he was worried sick. He didn't even know what was wrong. He would prefer if he did know, no matter what it was. All he and Nick heard when they returned from their scene, which had a disheartening amount of evidence, was that Sara had been rushed to the hospital. That was all that was known. And that wasn't good enough for Greg. Nick had promised to handle the evidence while he went ahead to the hospital, as long as Greg promised to phone him with an update as soon as he got one.

"Hey, young man." The older woman called over to Greg. "I'm sorry, she's not here. Not in the database."

"What?" Greg asked, his pulse starting to race even more. "That can't be…are you sure?"

"Greg?" He wheeled around at his name, and saw Sara just walk in behind him, a cup of coffee in her hand. "What are you doing here?"

Uttering a quick almost unintelligible thank you to the lady in registration, Greg bounded over to Sara and embraced her. "Sar! You're okay!"

Managing to hold on to her coffee without spilling it, she quickly hugged him back, slightly surprised at his affection. "Yeah, I'm okay! What made you think I wasn't?"

Greg backed off a bit to take in the sight of her. She seemed all right physically, but Greg could tell that something wasn't right with her. Her face was much paler than it usually was, and there was an undeniable darkness to her eyes, and the way her mouth was set. Something had happened tonight.

Greg knew better than to address it too directly with Sara. "Well, when we got back to the lab, all we heard was that you had been rushed to the hospital…God Sara, we were scared to death. What happened? Why are you here, if you're okay?"

Greg saw her lips and eyes darken some more. "I was on my scene, not too far from yours, and I followed some tracks, trying to find out where my trespasser came from."

"…And?" Greg goaded her on, now wondering what she could have found that would have her looking so sad.

"Follow me." Sara said, taking Greg's left hand with her free one. She led him down towards the Intensive Care Unit of the hospital, and kept walking down along the hallways.

"Sara, where are we going?" Greg asked her after a while of walking down hallways and counting out numbers. "What's going on?"

"Here." Sara said, answering his question for him. Greg looked up, and Sara led him in to a little room. Greg entered the room, occupied only by a single bed. Greg watched Sara walk in and stand next to a special bed, with raised sides. Sara reached her hand in to the bed, and curiously Greg walked up next to her, to watch her stroke the soft blonde hair of the baby boy inside. Greg gasped at the sight of the poor child, his little arms hooked up with what seemed like hundreds of wires that were taped to his frail body. He was breathing through a tube; he could not breathe normally with his throat slashed like that. Greg could see the jaggedness of the cut as he looked upon the baby's face in a pained sleep, and then on Sara's. She gazed as if in a daze upon the sweet, innocent infant face, still trailing her fingers through his soft blonde hair, just starting to get some body to it. The baby…he looked familiar to Greg.

"It's not fair." She said, suddenly.

"What?" Greg responded, not expecting Sara to speak. Her voice had an element of bitterness in it that worried Greg.

"This poor baby may very well die, for what?" Sara asked Greg, her voice shaking. "This poor baby…what could he have possibly done to anger anyone this much?"

"Sara…" Greg started, but before he could say anything else, a nurse appeared in the doorway.

"Ms. Sidle." She said, holding another baby boy in her arms. "The doctors have checked him out, and they say that he can be released tonight. Have child services arrived yet?"

"Yes, they're in the main entrance." Sara said quietly. "Are you sure I can't take him?"

Greg looked at her incredulously. "I'm sorry, Ms. Sidle, but as a member of LVPD, you know the rules. The baby goes into protective services until the parents or guardians come, and when this little guy pulls through, he will too."

Sara sighed. "I understand." Though Greg also heard her mumble something under her breath. Sara lifted her head. "May I have him for a second? To say good-bye, I mean."

The nurse nodded, and handed the little boy over to Sara's arms. She left, and Sara and Greg were alone with the children. Greg watched as Sara coddled the little boy lovingly. He was stunned. He remembered hearing Sara say she couldn't manage kids at all. What was this? She was acting so maternal Greg was not even sure this was Sara. He looked from one baby to the other. "Twins, huh? Double the trouble."

"And the cruelty." Sara said. "I just don't get it, Greg. What happened out there tonight? Where did these kids come from?"

Greg looked at her. "You mean you don't know where their parents are? They weren't dead on the scene…?" Greg trailed off.

"No, I got called to a simple trespassing, where some guy had a bloody knife…" Sara trailed off also, as she noticed Greg's piercing stare. "What?"

"Oh no…" Greg muttered. "You know what Sara? I know who the parents of these kids are."

Sara looked towards Greg again. "You know them? Well, who are they? Where are they?"

Greg looked towards Sara's eager face. Now he knew why these twins were so familiar. The pictures hanging on the wall…the arterial spray tainting the glass, as it dripped down the walls, as if they were crying crimson tears for what happened. He felt the sweat on his hands. This was not good. "Sara…these kids…their parents are the DB's from our scene."

Well, I hope you like, and are intrigued, by the first chapter:) Next chapter will be up sometime in the next few days, if my teachers be nice, haha.