Disclaimer: I'm not affiliated with, and do not own anything to do with CSI. CBS, Jerry Bruckheimer and the crew do…

A/N: This is my sister's first fanfic, and a joint effort from the both of us. Please read and review, cos this'll really help. xx

"Yeah…sure. I'll take Nicky, he hasn't got anything to do…oh, ermm…what, h-her? What-what about Nick? Oh, oh r-right. OK Griss. See ya."

Warrick Brown headed off to the Break Room to collect his new work partner. He froze before entering, leaned on the doorframe, and just stared at her. Wow. She looked great…and he got to work with her!

"Ermm…Warrick?" She tapped him on the shoulder lightly…"Warrick? Grissom said we're working together today, special case…"

Warrick snapped out of his trance and stuttered: "W-wha? Oh, oh yeah…ermm, yeah, a, er, a homicide! Y-you can drive, if, if you want to…it's on, ermm…"

She put her hand on his arm: "Oh yeah, Grissom told me the address…are you okay?"

'Pull yourself together, Warrick man!' Warrick thought to himself. He took a deep breath and continued: "Yeah, Flamingo and Kovall. Er, let's go."

She looked at him once more…

'God, those eyes…' Warrick thought again.

She flicked a bit of hair out of her eyes, and continued toward the parking lot. She tossed the keys to herself, opened the door, and her and Warrick got into the car.

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After about twenty minutes of driving, Warrick found himself absent-mindedly staring at her again. Emma…she was beautiful. Her long brown hair hung freely on her shoulders, and she was tapping her fingers on the steering wheel in time to the music playing in the car. As they pulled up to a traffic light, Emma looked at Warrick.

"Warrick? Err…Warrick?"

Once again, Warrick snapped out of his thoughts and realised how stupid he must look.

"Er, I was just, j-just…" He stammered.

Emma jokingly interrupted him: "Checking me out…" She laughed lightly, and smiled at him. She looked great when she smiled…

Warrick smiled back, "Huh, yeah… you caught me!" He held his hands up in mock guilt.

Emma smiled again, and went back to driving as the lights changed.

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They pulled up at the crime scene to meet Jim Brass, Homicide Detective.

"We got another one, Warrick. 26-year-old Gemma Arnold, member of the Greenhill Country Club. Multiple stab wounds to the back, same as Emily Hardy last month."

Emma froze. She had a blank yet shocked expression on her face.

"Whassup Emma?" Warrick asked his friend.

"I…It's j-just that I know the, er, the two victims. I'm a member of the Greenhill Country Club…is there any motive? A signature?" Emma asked seriously.

"Not yet, sorry." Brass replied. A pager bleeped. Brass looked at his. "Oh, gotta go. Assault at the Tangiers. See ya around, Warrick. Nice to see you again, Emma, and I'm, er, sorry about your friends." He got into his car and drove off.

Warrick put his arm around Emma, and asked her: "Are you gonna be okay? Cos you don't have to be on this case, if you feel it's too sensitive a place for you to be…"

Emma continued to stare at the ground. "It's, uh, it's okay, th-thanks, Warrick. I've gotta do this." She kissed him on the cheek, gave him a hug and he went into the warehouse to start processing the scene.

Emma, now alone, felt the warm tears start to flow down her cheeks. She sank to the floor and cried silently.

A/N: Whadd'ya think? Again, please read and review, cos this'll really help my sister and I. We'll update as soon as, but we're on holiday for a week on Saturday, so the next chapter might not me up for a couple of weeks… xx