A/N: Hello everyone! This is my first CSI fic and I'm planning on it only being a few chapters long. I'd also like to point out that I am in no way a doctor of any kind, so this is not medically accurate at all. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Chapter 1

It was a relatively cool night in Las Vegas, and CSI Nick Stokes was just arriving at work. He was expecting to walk in, go to his locker, maybe take off his jacket, have a cup of coffee, but no.

His new supervisor D.B. Russell came parading after him the second he got in the door. "Nick! I'm glad you're here, I've got a case for you."

"Fantastic." Nick said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "Okay, gimmee the rundown."

"Well all I know is that a man was beaten to death in an alley. I wasn't given very many details. Super Dave will meet you there." D.B. told his colleague.

"No Brass?" Nick asked the older man.

"No, he's at another scene. There should be another officer there though I'm sure."

"Alright, see ya later." Russell gave Nick the location of the crime scene, and the two men parted ways.

Nick walked out the door that he had just entered through only minutes before and hopped in his car.

D.B. was right. When Nick pulled up to the scene Super Dave was also just arriving, and a police officer was waiting for the both of them.

The officer was a young man, probably in his mid 20's, and he did not look very happy to be there. He'd probably been called in at the last minute. "The body's over there." He said with as little enthusiasm that could possibly come out of a person.

Nick just nodded, and Super Dave followed him to where the man had pointed, about midway through a deep, dark alley.

They approached the body, and lying there was a man in his mid 30's, face completely bashed in and covered in blood.

"That's gotta hurt." Super Dave said with a grimace on his face.

"Yeah, I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that that's probably the cause of death." Nick commented.

"Well I'd say I have to agree with you. It doesn't look like he has any other injuries accept for what appears to be several blows to the head and face."

"Alright, I'm gonna check out the rest of the scene." And with that, Nick began surveying the alley, starting with the front. He worked his way all the way back to where the body was and had found basically nothing.

"Find anything?" Super Dave asked as he was examining the body.

"Nope. But there's still a good bit of places to look." Nick said as he continued on into the alley.

He was getting closer towards the end of it where there was a back entranceway that basically just led to more alleys. And that was when he heard something.

It was very subtle; he's surprised he heard it at all. But it was there. It sounded to him like a gasp, a very quiet gasp. Like a gasp you would make if you had just been caught doing something you shouldn't be. Would the killer really still be here? And if so, why?

Nick saw a very small movement in the corner of his eye. He looked and there was a large blue tarp, the kind he had to put on his roof when there was a leak in it.

He got his gun out and slowly pulled the tarp away. But he wasn't at all prepared for what was coming.

The man underneath launched at Nick so fast that he didn't even have time to react. He was wielding a metal baseball bat, and he struck Nick in the side of the head with it. Hard.

Nick dropped his gun and fell to the ground, unconscious. The man took advantage of this and drug Nick's body into the alleyway immediately to the left.

Meanwhile, the officer on duty was leaning against his patrol car, half asleep, and David was quietly humming to himself, completely oblivious to what was going on.

The man drug Nick rather far into the next alley, but then dropped him when he began to stir. The man panicked, grabbed his bat and just started hitting Nick in the head and face over and over and over again. And this time, Nick didn't go under quite so easy.

He was completely conscious for a good number of the blows he was taking, and somehow he managed to think humorously to himself "Hey, I wonder if this is our killer."

But then he came to reality and realized that there was nothing funny about this situation.

Back by the body, Super Dave called out, "Alright Nick, I'm all finished up here." He looked up, and then realized that there was no one there. "Nick?"

No reply. He then began to panic. He was around when Nick had been kidnapped and buried alive, and he had partially blamed himself for this because he had arrived late to the scene.

He couldn't let anything happen to his friend again. So David ran, no, sprinted down the alley until he reached the officer that was supposed to be 'watching' them. He sure was doing a great job.

"Whoa, what's going on?" The officer asked as David nearly ran into him he was running so fast.

"Nick is gone!" He cried out in between breaths.

"Who is-"

David cut him off, "He's the CSI! You were standing here daydreaming when you were supposed to be watching him, and now he's gone!"

"Look, I'm sorry-"

David cut him off, yet again, "I don't care! Just call it in! I want every officer on duty tonight to be here, and to find Nick!" David didn't know that he could yell at someone like this. But it needed to be done, and he didn't regret his forcefulness one bit.

Little did he know that his friend was only one alleyway over, slowly being beaten to death.

But when the killer heard David screaming, he ran back into the first alley, grabbed the tarp, threw it over Nick, who was now unconscious, took his bat, and got out of there as fast as he could.

And all that Nick could do was lay there and try not to let death consume him.

I hope you liked it! And please review, it makes my life! Bye! (: