Hello! If you are reading this then my new CSI fan fiction has graced your computer screen! If you know my other story it is on hiatus due to writers block. I came up with this idea when I was really bored, had nothing to do and I have always wanted to see this. Without further ado, let's begin! This will be set just after Grissom leaves but before Langston comes in. I don't like him so he is not going to be in my story!

Milly Reynolds strode into the CSI Las Vegas lab with a small smile on her petite face. Her short sleeve top and jeans seemed out of place in a police station, but she was yet to collect her uniform. She suddenly felt very lonely, fearing that this was a bad idea she stopped to collect her thoughts. Milly was a British CSI with 2 years under her belt. But England felt so far away, her old friends and colleagues had thrown her the best party ever and she really missed them. Her short brown hair was cut in a spiky fashion, sending a long fringe down the right side of her face, meaning that when she wanted to, she could hide under it. Oh how she wanted to hide under it now. She was only 5"1, short for her age, but she felt even smaller surrounded by all the new faces. People stared at her as she checked in at the reception and was pointed in the direction of "the layout room". Her gun felt normal beside her hip, but to them it seemed abnormal. Apparently they had never seen a kid with a gun. She was about turn back; forget about it and run back home, when someone smashed into her back, sending her sprawling across the floor. Her body slammed into the floor and slowly stopped, causing her head to spin.

'Great' she thought, 'this is going to be a long day'. The person who had crashed into her immediately apologised, asking her who she was looking for. Milly noticed this man had short hair, caring brown eyes and he seemed younger than the others there.

'Maybe 30, just' her brain rationalized.

The maybe 30 year old then looked at her properly and froze.

"It's ok. No harm done" Milly assured the man. She could see him taking in her every detail, which unnerved her. She could tell that he was a CSI by the way he took in her every detail, methodically, probally the same way he took in a room with evidence in it.

"Hi, my name is CSI Greg Sanders, who are you and what is with the gun?" He asked her. Milly then saw his gaze was mainly directed at the gun, she quickly covered it with her hand. She knew bringing her gun was a bad idea, but after the fiasco last year, she refused to take it off.

"CSI Milly Reynolds, I'm on transfer from the UK. Nice to meet you Greg" She spoke warmly, shaking his outstretched hand. He was still staring at her.

"Yes, I'm 14, get over it" She said with a smirk, making Greg chuckle. His laugh was warm and it seemed to break him of his trance over her appearance. She smiled, Greg seemed nice and after the long year she had had, he was just the person she wanted to meet. After that he led her to the layout room, where more new people stood, in mid investigation. Greg went to join them, so Milly just watched, not wanting to intrude. She was fascinated by how they worked, bouncing ideas off each other or grabbing a piece of evidence and guessing how it may have been used in the case. It was the woman who noticed her first, her long blond hair cascading over her shoulders. Her calm blue eyes lay on Milly, unnerving her even more. This woman seemed dangerous, but Milly gave her the benefit of the doubt. When the blond one fell into the silence, the others did and then they followed her gaze. Greg remained with a smile, but the other one gaped.

"Excuse me, but who are you?" She asked the young child. Catherine was confused, and impressed on how far back in the lab she had gotten with a gun without being arrested. Her short hair showed that she had a free spirit, but her methodical eyes told her that she was calculated. The child's non caring stance, leaning against the door indicated that she was merely watching, but for what reason?

"Oh me? I'm CSI Milly Reynolds, transfer from the UK. But don't mind me; I'm just watching" She explained, hoping that they wouldn't ask any more about her, she was wrong.

"You're a CSI?" Asked the other man, not Greg, he seemed stronger and Milly detected a Texan accent. His stance, arms crossed, indicated that he didn't trust her, this scared Milly slightly, but she held her ground.

"Yeah, what's your point?" She asked him back, knowing where this was heading. It had been the same at her last job, the confusion over her age, why she was a CSI. She already had the answers in her head.

"But your 14"

"Yes, so glad you realised" Milly retorted, sarcasm dripping from the words. Nick smiled, this child seemed to be able to take care of herself.

"So how are you a CSI then? Most 14 year olds don't investigate murders using forensics" He shot back, Nick was hoping it was all a joke, a 14 year old as a CSI that just is unnatural.

"Only the cool one's" She replied with a big grin and mocking eyes, "But seriously, because I have an Eidetic memory and the ability to see microscopic things without the need of a magnifying glass. Like for example, Mr Sanders has a small blue Hawaiian coffee stain on the left corner of his tie" She informed with a gentle smile. After Greg checked with a magnifying glass, he informed the rest that what she had said was true.

"Now that I have told you all about me, at least tell me your names" Milly asked with plead in her voice. They all looked at each other, then at Catherine who nodded. Milly guessed that she was in charge.

"My name is Catherine Willows, I am the supervising CSI of this team" Informed the blond, fiddling with her hair. This was her nervous reaction; if she could see that then what else could she see? Did she have some mess on her that was yet to appear?

"Mine is Nick Stokes" The Texan informed her, his stance relaxing.

"Greg Sanders, but you knew that"

Then a new face pushed past Milly, his badge placed on his belt. He seemed to be in a hurry, Milly was tempted to ask, 'Where's the fire?' But decided against it, seeming as it was her first day. The man strode up to Catherine, post it note in his hand.

"Hey guys, we got a body dump off 4th and main "Then he noticed Milly. Like the other, he froze and gaped.

"Why does everyone do this when they meet me" Milly sighed, shaking her head. This caused Nick to laugh. She looked at him and stuck out her tongue, casing more laughter from him and now Greg.

"Hello, I'm Jim Brass, and you are?" He stuck out his hand, taking in the gun.

"CSI Milly Reynolds, newbie." She told him, hoping he would be the last person, before shaking his hand.

Catherine wanted to see this "newbie's" skills, and have a chance to read her file. She wanted to know why a young child decided to be a CSI.

"Ok Milly, you and Nick go to the body dump. Good luck"

Milly groaned, "I hate body dumps, it's just lazy murder" Before Greg laughed and Nick showed her to the car park. Brass looked at Catherine and Greg, "So we have a child as a CSI?"

"Apparently" Laughed Catherine. She then walked into her office. Seeing Milly's file on her desk, she sat down and opened it.

Inside it read…

I know that is a lousy cliff-hanger, but I was running out of brain power. So what yal think? Good/Bad? Leave a review with comments please. Well this has been fun to write, till the next time.

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