Title: Hunting Sanders

Author: NessaReads

A/N and disclaimer: I don't own CBS, CSI, or the characters. And just to tell you, I like mystery, so I hope you don't mind reading some of it first before we go to more Greg-angst. Sooner or later, you'll see this story is more to Greg's family business. No slash.

Warning: I've only watched half of the season and it's by random, so I might not get things accurately. And I'm adding/changing Greg's history. Additional warning will be put on individual chapters when needed.

==CHAPTER 1==

Nick squatted down near the front trunk; he examined the bumper and snapped a couple of pictures when he noticed some transfer. He scrapped the coat of the car enough and sealed it in the paper bag. Greg behind him stood in the middle of the road, studying his surrounding as he started making his way to the rest of the parts of the car scattered. He placed an evidence marker next to a shattered glass and snapped a few photos, making his way further he placed a second one next to a pile of dirt, and again snapped a few photos before proceeding to the next one.

Grissom was talking with the police officers; they had been called in for a 419 near the old road down the dessert, while Catherine and the rest were working on another case. He went straight to the scene along with Greg and Nick who was both eager to get out of the building after weeks crammed with all the files and papers.

The victim was found dead by Officer Charles, he was rounding the area when he saw the Viper wrecked on the side of the road. Police officers had cleared the place for their investigation. Greg looked up when he heard someone coming. He grinned when he saw David ducked under the yellow tapes and started walking towards him.

"Hey Greg," he gave a smile.

Greg nodded in respond and returned the smile. "Hey,"

"Sorry I'm late again," he looked around him and saw the red Viper wrecked on each side. Grissom as he could see, had just finished his conversation and was snapping pictures of what he would assume, the victim in the driver's seat.

"That's fine, it's not like he's going to go anyway,"

David grinned sheepishly and continued to walk his way to Grissom.

"Another careless driver?" Uttered David.

Grissom turned his head, frowned and almost as if he has a blank look. David didn't dare look him in the eye and turned his attention to the victim instead. He was slumped forward with his head on the driving wheel, hands on each side and staring vacantly with his open eyes.

"Emm…" David scratched his head, "-sorry I'm eh late,"

Grissom turned his attention back to the victim, he didn't seem to care. He was more interested on what happened. "How would you know?"

David looked at the dead man, "Well, I'm just taking a guess. It's not uncommon, right?"

Grissom smiled at his answer. "Anyone would assume that," he said in a matter of fact and took a step back allowing David to have more space. "But we're not going to,"

David shrugged, "Well let's see…" he moved the body carefully into a normal seating position. "-nope" Grissom smiled, "-not an accident alright,"

Grissom moved nearer to get a closer look and again, took some photos of their new discovery.

"Gun shot through the front and…," he shifted the body to the side, "-no exit wound,"

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"Now you're telling me," Brass stopped frustrated, "-that a store like these didn't have a security camera?"

Sam shook his head, "I'm sorry detective but I didn't think anyone would figure it out,"

Brass took a deep breath, calmed down and was going to pop another question when he was cut off by the paramedic.

"Look captain, I'm sorry but we need him to be rested," she said.

He didn't listen to her, "Sam..." he started, but stopped when the paramedic gave him a glare.

"Okay, fine!" he rolled his eyes and left Sam to her aid. He turned to his back and saw Catherine got out from her car and started walking. "Willows," he greeted as she came.

"Brass," she smile and removed her sunglasses. "What do we have?" she looked past him, a paramedic was wiping off the blood from Sam who didn't seem to like it. "Who's he..?"

Brass looked back and sighed, "Unfortunately he's everything and nothing to us right now,"

Catherine smiled and looked at him confused. "Is he alright?"

"Yeah well.., a shot to the shoulder gotta hurt but lucky he lives,"

"He's the owner?" she asked surprised, the man looked a bit too young to own a store to her. She studied him; he has a bright blue eye, brown hair with a nice haircut, his left shoulder was bandaged but there was still some blood showing, she could see that he has a fit body, not too much muscle but overall she thought he looked very handsome. "So young though, could still be in college,"

"Yeah," he led Catherine near the general store, they ducked under the crime scene tape that was surrounding the area and stopped at the entrance. "Sam Larry he's 21, apparently his father own quite a few shops in Las Vegas,"

Catherine looked inside the store; it was like any other normal general store but a bit smaller. Sara and Warrick were already inside, swabbing blood drops on the floor and dusting the registry cash for some prints, which she was sure would be a lot.

"Now I talked to him earlier and evidently he was alone working in there last night," he pointed his head inside. "No one else was here except for the two robbers who came an hour before he closed." He looked back to Sam, which Catherine did as well, "He claim there were two of them, the security camera there is a fake, so we couldn't be sure. He got shot when he tried to get them to leave, he faints, and then a customer walks into the shop and called the police," he simply explained to her.

Catherine nodded, the only witness is the victim itself, she doubted he remembered anything else, Brass was thorough. Now all that was left was the evidence itself. "Did the customer move anything?"

"No," he shook his head, "-but I'm gonna go check on the so called customer, and maybe I'll head back and see if Sam is rested enough," he smiled and Catherine thank him as he left her.

"Hey Catherine!" Warrick stood up; he had just swabbed the blood where Sam was found but something else caught his attention. "Look at this," he said as Catherine walked to him.

"What have you got?" she asked. Warrick held up a card, it was slightly stained with blood, but she knew exactly what it was, only what she didn't know was how it got there. "A driving license…" she said interested, "-what it's doing here,"

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Nick was walking down the hallway when he heard something that stopped him immediately. He took a few steps back and saw Greg sitting on the bench of the locker room.

"Ha-choo!"

Greg took out a tissue and blew his nose; he didn't see Nick standing by the door. When the second sneeze came he quickly covered it with another tissue. "Damb mit!"

"Hey take it easy..." Nick chuckled, but Greg glared at him, it sounded to him more like a taunt than a comforting thing to say. "Need more tissue?"

"No hanks! I hab loads ob dem," then another sneeze came.

Nick laughed, he made funny noises when he sneezed, "Hey Greg you alright there?"

Greg didn't answer because another one came; he nodded as he reached for another tissue. "Damb mit!" he cursed again, then he asked "What do you want Nick?"

Nick grinned, "Nothing," he said. "Man, you sound funny."

"Thang you bery mugh." He sniffled and stood up. "That wub brighten my day a lot," he said sarcastically and walked out the room, Nick behind him.

"Yeah, something happened?" asked Nick, he found it amusing to tease Greg at the moment.

"Yeah-something-habbened!" said Greg. "I lost my tickud!"

"A tickud?"

"A tickud!" he repeated, aware of how it didn't make any sense. "I bought a tickud last month bor a show,"

Nick burst out laughing which caused some of the people nearby to glance at them. Greg was a bit embarrassed and annoyed, but he couldn't stop felling silly and gave a grin instead.

Nick tried to put himself up together; he took a deep breath and put a hand on Greg's shoulder. "Ho…Greg! You made my day,"

Greg's grin grew wider, but he tried not to show it. "Any luck wih the vic's ID yeb?"

"You mean the Viper guy?"

"Yeab, 'his a shamb don't you hink? Hat ride would hab look good wif me," they both laughed.

"Not with that new accent of yours it won't, it'll just ruin it,"

"Hah, admit hit Nicky, you lab hit,"

"I'm a what?" For the second time Nick burst out laughing again, "What the hell is a `lab hit' Greg?"

"What! I din say hat, I meant you-" Greg stopped, he was going to say that `you love it' but paused in mid sentence when he realized that this time, almost everyone around them looked out from their window because of the attention they were making, and saying it doesn't seemed to be appropriate. "Neber mind!" he snapped and continued walking.

"What? Oh come on don't be mad," Nick grinned, he followed Greg as he walk. "Where are we going anyway?" he asked when he realized that they had been walking for minutes, and he was not even sure to where.

"Cobbee!"

As if on cue, the break room was only a few steps away and they both entered the room. Nick took a seat and opened the manila file he had been holding on to. Greg went straight to the coffee machine and pours himself a cup of coffee and took a sip. He felt a warm sensation as the liquid went in and then he turned to his back.

"Nick! What har you dobbing 'ere! Are you follobing me!"

Nick stopped dead when he said it, "What! Are you serious? I just asked you where we were going, didn't you realized?"

Greg just stood there next to the coffee machine, his head going through what Nick said and, "Oh-" he smiled and took another sip. He was craving for the hot liquid, maybe he was concentrating on it too much that he didn't pay attention when he entered. "Wait- hat still doesn't exblain why you're still 'ere,"

"I thought you wanna know about the Viper guy,"

"Oh-" and again he took another sip, but this time he felt he was going to sneeze. His face went all comical ready for the attack, but it didn't come. "-huh"

Nick just grinned, "Well the Viper guy has no ID or anything that could identify him. We didn't have a match from the database for his prints and the car's plate are still missing,"

"That's hit?" Greg looked at Nick, he tried to search for the missing plate on the road a few days ago, but there was none.

"Yes, and that's why it would be better to help me fit the pieces together then just stand there,"

Greg shrugged and walked towards him, but looked up when both Catherine and Sara came into the room.

"Are you sure?"

Sara nodded, "Yes, Brass showed the card to Sam and he said he had never seen the guy came in before."

"But it's a store for god sake, who would remember the face of your every customer?"

"Apparently, Sam does, I mean the place is quite, not much people go there anymore-" Sara paused, Greg and Nick were in the room with them. "Hey guys-" she smiled, "-Greg you look pretty," she teased.

Greg looked horrible of course, his eyes were bloodshot and his face sallow.

"Hey S-" he paused, another one is coming, Nick laughed when Greg tried to hold it in. He took a deep breath and "HA-CHOO!"

Smash!

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A/N- Will update sooner or later, reviews are appreciated.