Hehehe...story 2, here ya go...ookay, title is in need of a good...uh, title:) any suggestions?? Haha...this is based off of my other story The Wedding Crashers, so maybe if this is the first one you read, you may want to read that other one first, but thats just if you're interested in Sandle aspect..this is an actual crime format, so reading the other one isnt THAT pivotal.

Anyways, I'm ranting again...here you go everyone, chapter 1:)

Oops...riiight, disclaimers...I own nothing except the victims, suspects, and people who are interrogated...basically I own everyone cept for the CSI's and detectives. I don't even own this font, or this site...I could go on, but I won't. Enjoy!

Three teenage boys ran through the street, into a deserted, lonely part of Las Vegas, inhabited only by homeless people and rats. They came to an old dilapidated building, and crawled through a hole in the large wire fence, unknown to most. It seemed like one boy was more of an outcast from the other two, being smaller, and the butt of most of their jokes. Then, calling to each other, laughing at jokes and talking all the way, they pushed open the doors that had once been blocked, and came to see an old pool. This had once been a public pool that, since this part of town had been for the most abandoned, was closed down. The pool and inside, despite the condition of the building outside, was surprisingly well kept, and soon, the boys were swimming, jostling each other, and having fun, not knowing that this was all about to end much too soon…

Chapter 1: Reflections Upon The Water

"Ah, there you are, you two." Jim Brass had addressed Greg and Sara as they walked up, kits in tow, towards where he stood in front of an old ramshackle building. The moon shone high, shedding just enough light to see where they were going, so both of them carried flashlights in the other hand. "I guess you guys know the gist of what's happened here."

Sara nodded her head in disagreement, and Greg spoke up. "Nope. We just got here, and Grissom wasn't exactly in a very patient mood to tell us anything. He seemed pretty normal then, come to think about it, but he said he'd be here to help us in a while. Something about paperwork, I think. But how about giving us the down-low now yourself?"

Brass shook his head. "Kids today, and their slang terms…down-low…bah." Greg grinned widely, as did Sara. "Anyways, yeah, come on, I'll show you. This is an old, hardly used part of town and no one comes here anymore. Apparently, this evening, about an hour ago actually, one of the friendly neighbourhood ladies", he gestured over to a bedraggled lady with messy, long and curly hair, messy torn clothes and only a shawl for warmth, "said she heard a scream coming from this building. Police were first on the scene, and when they finally managed to get in, they called you guys. We're taking statements from people around the area, see if they saw anything suspicious, and David is en route." Brass led them through the main gate that they had cut before, and to the large main doors. "I'll be outside, waiting to direct David to you guys." He left, and Greg and Sara walked side by side into the structure.

Inside, the darkness was too great to see anything clearly. Moonbeams shot through the dusty windows, illuminating very little but the water. Their faces lit up brilliantly however, as the light curved by the water seemed to swim upon their cheeks and along the bridge of their noses. Sara spoke. "You know, I love the way light reflects on water."

Greg looked at her curiously. "Why Sara, there's the soul of a romantic poet in you after all."

Sara shot him a defiant look. "No, it's not that, I've just always loved the water anyways. I love swimming, especially at night. One of my foster homes was near a house with a small pool…I always used to sneak out at night and swim. It cleared my mind, and it was refreshing."

"Maybe that's why you like the way moonlight reflects on water", Greg offered. Then he added, "Sara swimming at night…hmm." Sara looked up at him, and gave a mock sigh of exasperation when she saw him grin.

"You know what Sanders? I don't even want to know what you're thinking of. Shame on you." She laughed.

Greg laughed and ducked his head, making his grown out dirty blonde curls flick out of his hazel eyes. "Yeah, you probably don't."

Sara raised her arms up in defeat, and looked out at the water again, loving the effect it had on the walls, as it danced rhythmically. It reminded her of the Northern Lights she had seen on T.V. She had thought that the multi-coloured phenomenon was so beautiful, and though the water reflection was only the same colour, it still calmed her. Then, her eyes shot to the water, when the playful light had first been tinted a red, and then disappeared altogether when over floated a shadow in the pool.

"Greg!" She called out, and Greg bounded over to her. "Greg, shine your light over here with me." Greg never questioned her, just flicked the switch to turn on the light, as she did the same. "Brass, get someone to get a large amount of light in here, please, so we can investigate this place." Their beams followed each other until they landed on the body of a teenage boy; his body face down in the water and the trail of red that flowed freely from him now diffusing through the water. He was what they had been called out here for.

"Ugh, here's our DB", Greg said when they landed on him, "I don't suppose there's anybody else in the water we should know about, is there?"

As he said this, the large halogen lights above Sara and Greg burst on, blinding them temporarily. Greg put up his arm to filter out the light, but Sara kept her eyes in fine slits, so she could make use of the light. "Uh, Greg, I don't think our DB was alone. Look."

Greg slowly lowered his arms, his eyes adjusting to the blinding white light, and he grimaced when he saw the bodies of two other teenage boys next to the pool. One was slumped over a rung of the ladder leading to the diving board, two large bloody holes in his chest, and another was lying on his back, blood coming from his nose and mouth running over his freckled cheeks and chest, and his chest covered in bruises. His curly red hair was caked with dried blood. "Well, this is a fine mess." Greg sighed. "Sara, we'll wait for David to deal with the body in the water. I'll look at the body lying on the ground, you take the one near at the ladder?"

Sara nodded, and picking up her kit, walked off. Greg did the same, walking up to the pale-looking kid who lay on the ground, cold and…lifeless? Greg cocked his head to the side as he bent his knee, and looked at the boy closer. There! Greg could have sworn that he saw the chest of the boy rise and fall shallowly with breath. Greg placed his fingers upon the boy's neck, checking for a pulse, when the boy shuddered, causing Greg to jump and just catch himself as his arm up to the shoulder was submerged in the water directly behind him. Greg gasped in surprise. "Sara! Get an ambulance here now! This one's still alive!" Sara looked at him, but never wasted a beat as she ran out to Brass, flipping out her cell phone in the process. Greg whipped off his windbreaker from inside his LVPD vest, and wrapped the boy carefully, trying to keep him warm until help arrived. As he looked over this boy, he couldn't help but be reminded of his own body, bruised and bloody, left shattered by the fanny smacking group. He clung on harder, trying everything to keep the smaller body warm.

Only ten minutes later, the paramedics were loading the body of the teenage boy into the ambulance, ready to be transported and treated at the hospital. By that time, David had arrived with Grissom and Nick, and there were plenty of bodies to search for the evidence. Nick, who had a soft spot for children, had opted for the position of escorting the child to process him for nail clippings and other telling evidence.

The others, Greg, Sara, Grissom and David were busying themselves after they had gone with processing the remaining, definitely dead bodies.

"As near as I can tell, this one died from two gunshot wounds, close-range, to the chest, which probably punctured something important. Doc Robbins will get a better look at the office. And I'd wager a guess to say that the other one suffered the same fate." He gestured to the water. "No need to look at that one here. Anything that could have been probative is washed away now. Just fish it out of the water, and I'll bring it into lab, and get the things I need."

Grissom looked at Sara, and then rested his gaze at Greg. He lifted his eyebrow in the usual way, and Greg, catching it, pointed to himself. "What? You want me to get into that water and fish him out? But it's all bloody and gross. Aw man! Why don't you jump in there? Why not Sara?"

"Because", Grissom said in his ever thoughtful, slow way, "You are younger than I am. You have the spunk, and Sara is a lady. That leaves you."

Greg rolled his eyes, and looked over at Sara, who was attempting to keep from laughing at him. Greg sighed, and started to take off his sneaker and socks, and then his watch. Then, he lifted his vest off and in one swift motion, hauled off his tee shirt. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched how Sara's eyes flickered over his chest in interest. He grinned, and lowered himself into the water. "Sara, I'm surprised."

Sara looked at him quizzically, pretending she had not been looking at him, and hoping he had not caught her. "Surprised? What for?"

Greg's good looks were doubled with the cool pale light that bounced off of it from the water. He was now slowly swimming after the body, in smooth strokes that accentuated how fit he really was. "I saw you looking." Sara blushed. "I thought you saw all this before in the shower?"

Sara's embarrassed face went to horror as she watched him swim further away. She signalled him to shush, but seeing Grissom wasn't paying attention to them, but to a bunch of bags to the side, she started to laugh at their joke. "Greg Sanders, you are going to pay for that. You're lucky that you're out in the middle of that pool!"

Greg chuckled at her, but quickly adjusted his focus to the body that he had reached. Greg proceeded to grab onto his outstretched arm and drag it in, when something glittered in the water. He made a mental note, but kept to the task of dragging in the body from the middle of the pool. The latex gloves that covered his hands were uncomfortable when wet, but he kept swimming to one edge where he would drag the body and himself up. He grunted with the weight of the kid, who was taller and heavier than the previous boy. Even with the water and the effect of buoyancy, the dead weight was a strain. Greg finally reached the shallow end, where Sara had met him and helped him to haul the body out of the water. Sara laid the body out carefully in a clear spot of ground. Greg leaned over, hands on knees, panting. Sara laughed. "That was a good job Greg. I never even had to get wet." Greg looked up to say something, but she winked. "And", she whispered, "You look cute when you're wet."

Greg smiled at the compliment, and stood up straight with exaggerated pride. "Hey, over here." Grissom called to where he was now bent over, in the same spot as before. "I think these are the bags that the kids brought with extra clothes and towels. It also has their wallets." Sara and Greg walked over to where he was, and seeing he had their attention, he continued. "I have the names of the vics. The body we found by the ladder was one George Tailor, age 16. The body Greg just dragged from the pool is Aaron Patterson, also 16, and the boy we brought to the hospital is Steven Lynely, age 15. They all go to the same high school near where this abandoned part of town ends and the residential area begins."

"That's great", Sara said, "Now we can ask Brass to track down the parents, and we can question them further and find out more about these kids."

"Oh, before I forget", Greg added quickly, "when I was swimming out to the body, I saw something shimmering underneath the water."

"Did you now?" Grissom said, still monotone. "Well, that could be important. Aren't you going to get it Greg?"

Greg's jaw dropped, and as he turned huffily towards the pool he ran his hands through his hair. This time he did not bother to lower himself in the water, and he dove straight in.

Sara was watching him with great curiosity, unbeknownst to him, and she stared at him long after he surfaced, swimming to the poolside with a handful of a glittering metal and swimming back to dive again. Grissom also saw this, and suddenly he felt odd. He walked over to Sara and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around, and saw a sight on Gil Grissom's face she had not seen before. Was that jealousy she saw? Was that lust she saw? "Sara, is there something you're not telling me?"

Sara looked at him like he was crazy, and then it clicked. Somehow he had found out that she and Greg had been out on a couple of dates. Or maybe not. Maybe he just saw how they looked and acted around each other. He wasn't stupid.

She was just starting to stutter an answer, or more accurately an excuse when Greg called out to her. "Sara, I need you to help me bag this stuff. And maybe get me a towel or something? I'm starting to get a bit cold."

Sara looked at Grissom and shrugged. She turned and walked towards Greg with her kit, lucky to for now be out of that awkward situation. She heard him shuffle in blissful ignorance and patience, looking for more evidence. She was turning her back to Grissom in more ways than one.

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