A/N Ok..this was a quick idea I had, and so I decided to write it out,
Disclaimer: I do NOT own CSI, all rights belong to CTV and Jerry Bruckhiemer
Chapter One : Hit and Run
The rain poured furiously in the Desert City. Cars had their lights on full beam and drove causiously as the mist settled.
31-year-old Greg Sanders turned off his blairing music and shut off the lights on his way out. He walked down the hallway and ran his fingers through his blonde highlighted hair as he stopped in front of another office.
He knocked on the door, walking in.
"Sara..?"
The older brunette turned around and shot her colleague a smile.
"Hey Greg,"
He nodded in greeting.
"What's up Greggo?"
She continued. Greg started shortly after.
"Um...I was wondering if you uh...wanted to grab something to eat,"
She shook her head while glancing back and forth into a microscope and taking notes,
"Sorry Greg, Im fully loaded here, maybe some other time ok?"
Although, like may other times, it had hurt, he had just smiled and nodded,
"It's all good,"
Quielty, he slipped away as Sara continued to work.
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He slipped the key into the keyhole of his black SUV and turned it, allowing the car to start.
Slowly, he pulled out of the parking lot and made his way onto the quiet boulevard and eventually the main roads.
"Your such an idiot Greg,"
He sai to himself as he drove,
"You have to courage man, just ask her out!"
As he spoke, his speed increased without him noticing.
"You like her don't you? So just do it!!"
Driving faster, he sped through a red light, and only at the last minuite did he notice the 18 wheeler headed for him.
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A half-hour after Greg had asked her to dinner, Sara had finally finished analyzing a peice of clothing from an earlier murder of a pregnant teen.
A knock on the door made her jump,
"Sara?"
She turned around tucking a peice of hair behind her ear,
"Griss?"
The aging man walked into thr office, a pile of folders tucked under his arm.
"Have you seen Greg? I've been looking for him everywhere, he was supposed to have a sample from the pregnant teen case"
Sara shrugged,
"He left for break a half-hour ago, and I don't know,"
Grissom opened hi mpouth to talk but was inerupted by a vibrating in his pocket. He pulled out his cell phone and looked at the caller
'BRASS'
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In the middle of the intersection, Greg slammed down on the breaks, his head slammed onto the steering wheel. The truck driver, however, didn't break but pressed harder on the gas pedal. Greg stared into the trucks headlights, and braced himself for the worst.
The truck slammed into the side of the Black Danali crushing Greg up against his side of the truck. The windshield and all other windows exploded, glass surging into the parts of Greg that it could get to. His truck did a complete 360, the roof of the car crushing Greg inside.
When the car had finished flipping, Greg could feel the blood dripping from his head and mouth.With his breast plate, collar bone, lung both collapsed and pierced, Greg had found it excruciatingly hard to breath. His car was upside down and both his legs were broken backwards his right arm broken in two places, the other in four. It wasen't until he began to cough and spit up blood that he knew things were bad.
The truck that had hit him turned around and headed back at him.
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Grissom pulled the phone out of his pocket and looked at the callers name.
'BRASS'
He held his finger up to Sara and flipped open the phone.
"Grissom here,"
'Griss, It's me, Brass,'
"What is it?"
'We've got a problem, Grissom'
"I'm listening,"
"There was a car accident on the corner of 4th and Fremont,"
"So?"
"It...it's Greg's car.."
Grissom froze. Sara noticed his quick change of expression.
"Grissom?"
'Were not too sure it's him inside, we can only see blood, nothing else..I think you should come and take a look'
"I'm on my way right now,"
With that he hung up. Sara looked at him quizzicly.
"Griss, what's up?''
"Greg..he was in an accedent..."
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Greg was barely concious when he noticed the truck headed back at him. He closed his eyes and tears surged down his cheeks and the truck hit him again.
A piece of metal bar that stuck out of the car door stabbed Greg through the stomach. This had sent him out of conciousness.
A/N So...what do you think..is it good..does it suck? Every review counts
-Kaiho
