CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

The Wedding Crashers

Yeah, so this is my first fan fic…ever…so please be gentle with remarks…lol. I'm going for a true crime scene scenario, like you'd see on the show, with lotto Sara and Greg moments, because I just love them together! It doesn't follow a specific timeline from the show, but it MAY include some references from there, so be prepared. So here it be, folks… Ooh! And also: I own nothing...no characters 'cept the victems and suspects, but the CSI crew? Not my own idea, sorry!And yea, you get the point...lol...onwards to the story!!!

The newlywed couple walked up to their new house, feeling giddy and in love, and it showed, for they were fondling each other like they were still teens. They walked, his hands around her shoulders, hers around his waist, up to the spotless white door that marked the entrance to their new house as well as their lives together as husband and wife. This was it…the moment they had all been waiting for. The young man looked into the eyes of his beloved and stopped walking. When she looked up into his eyes, she caught a sparkle of mischief. She cocked her eyebrow at him, and she shrieked when her man suddenly swept her off her feet, into his arms, the one place where she felt safe and loved. He spun her around, and the shared a kiss that showed just how into each other they were. They did not notice that anything was amiss. They did not notice that anybody was there, watching them with hawk eyes filled with nothingness. As she opened the door, and they walked slowly inside with locked lips still, they were attacked by a small group of people. They wrestled the woman from his arms, and held him firmly in place while they tied him up, leaving the couple screaming for help. They stuck needles in their arms and gagged them, and when they were subdued, they continued with their sick plan.

CHAPTER 1: THE SCENE OF THE CRIME

The next morning, police patrollers were parked outside the new house, and the familiar yellow tape was strung around the white picket fence. Sara pulled up next to the scene that was their next assignment. 'Their' next assignment, meaning Sara had been paired with a now sulking Greg, who had wanted to drive to the scene but had once again been denied the chance. Sara was about to get out when she noticed Greg still mocked a fuming sulk. She 'tsk'ed at him, shaking her head at the joking CSI. "Greg, come on, we're here. You have to stop being so immature, we have to process the scene".

"I don't care", Greg said, still mocking vast disappointment, arms crossed over his chest and slumped over in his seat like a three-year-old who just got told 'no'. His face suddenly showed the beginnings of his trademark mischievous grin. "Unless you do something for me"

Sara laughed inwardly. His light-hearted attitude and fooling brightened everyone's day at the lab, and he always made people smile, even at his own expense. However, when it got down to the real nitty-gritty, Greg was always completely devoted to his work, and always tried to do his best. Such was the way of Greg Sanders.

Sara groaned as she looked at Greg. "And what's that, Greggo? And please tell me it has no dirty implying? I don't think I'm ready for those jokes this early in the morning."

He laughed, and put up his hands in a peaceful gesture. "Perish the though Sara! I was just thinking that after the scene is finished, you have to pay for my next supply of Blue Hawaiian Coffee…it was you who had the last of it at the lab, am I right?" Sara looked away guiltily, and he laughed again. "Thought so. So it is a deal?"

Sara sighed. "Anything to get you to stop whining and get yourself into that house! She nodded, and Greg got out and headed to the back to get his kit along with Sara. They then headed towards the house, where they saw Sophia Curtis taking statements from a man who was sat on the edge of an ambulance. Sara gestured to the house, silently telling Greg that she would be in there, and he nodded in agreement as he walked over to Sophia. Sophia flipped close her notebook, and looking up, saw him and made her way over.

"So what do we have this time?" Greg asked, looking over the scene in front of him. Besides the ambulance with the man on it, there was another, getting ready to leave. He looked up at the house, and saw Sara side step to avoid hitting a rolling stretcher with a woman on it.

"Well, we have two vics. They are Mr. Benjamin Weavers, 33 years old"…she gestured to the man who was now rocking himself back and forth, trying to calm himself, "the other is his wife, Amy Weavers, 29"…she gestured to the stretcher. "The wife is beat up pretty bad, but the husband seems fine, but slightly traumatized".

"Well, maybe they were having some couples issues, and the husband took out his anger on the wife. How long have they been married?"

"Less than 24 hours, actually. They were newlyweds in every sense of the word".

Greg looked surprised. "What? Seriously?" She nodded. Greg thought for a moment, and started walking over to the male vic. "Looks like we got us some wedding crashers here".

"Hey, I thought Grissom was the only one who could come up with witty sayings before every case?" Sara had come up behind the two of them, and she smiled when Greg jumped slightly. He turned a shade of red, but recovered quickly and turned to Sara.

"Sheesh Sara, next time you're gonna give me a heart attack! I thought you were at the house?"

Sara turned serious again. "I was, but they were wheeling out another vic, so I came to check out what the deal was. Someone needs to go and collect the rape kit from her…I think that may be a big part of what went on here last night".

Sophia nodded her head. "I'll go, I'm finished here anyways." She headed off to the direction of her vehicle, and Sara looked at Greg.

"So, since I'm down here again, will we interrogate the man together?"

"Yeah, sure". Greg and Sara started walking up to the man, who was still in the same position he had been when they arrived. Greg told her the information that they had about the guy, and they stopped next to him. "Mr. Weavers?" He looked up, but remained silent. "Hey. I'm Greg Sanders, I'm with the Las Vegas Crime Lab, and this is my partner, Sara Sidle". She nodded as he said her name. "I was just wondering if you could answer a few questions for us, so that we can find out what happened here last night."

"What time did you arrive home last night?" Sara had asked the first question. Greg trusted her to know what to ask.

The man stopped rocking, and started to speak, shakily at first. "Well…umm…it was just after 2:00 in the morning. We had just gotten back from our wedding reception, and we were feeling very excited to finally get into our house. We were just walking into the house when suddenly; we were attacked by a group of men. I think they drugged us, and then they tied and gagged me, and tossed me into a corner of our bedroom. Then…" His shoulders started trembling with the thought of what had happened next. Greg looked at Sara, who seemed indifferent.

"Please sir, tell us what happened next". She sounded so gentle, a side of the steaming hotheaded Sara Sidle that rarely showed itself. "We need to know so we can help catch the people who did this to you and your wife".

At the mention of his wife, he let out a sob. " I couldn't protect her…couldn't protect her…I should have been able to, I'm her husband, I am supposed to help her…" He shook, but after a minute, he took a calming breath. "If I tell you everything, can I still help her?" They nodded, and encouraged the man to go on. He took another stabilizing breath, and continued. "Well, the group of men took us up to our bedroom and tossed me in the corner. They tied her to the bed, and set up video cameras in different places. Then they started taking turns…tak-ing…" he let out a shaky sigh, "turns at raping her. They were so rough with her, they kicked her, and hit her, and…and…I couldn't do a damn thing!" He broke out into sobs again, and Greg's heart went out to him. Although he hadn't had a relationship meaningful enough that he had become protective of his girl, he knew what it was like to feel like you needed to watch over someone. He looked over at Sara, whose face was softening at the sight of this man. She turned to him, and he knew that this was enough for now.

Greg spoke up. "Okay, sir, thank you for your help. Now, get some rest, and visit your wife at the hospital. She'll be fine". He nodded, and Sara and Greg walked towards the house lost in their own thoughts for the time being.