Wow. I wrote an on-going, so far 64 page story just with one thought: What would make Gil Grissom cry?
Disclaimer: I don't own CSI, nor the magic in Harry Potter. I do, however, own the Lynx family and the Proots. Other than that, everything else is fan-fiction. My specialty. Please read and review this document, along with the ones to follow. I would greatly appreciate it.
Chapter One
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A figure amongst the fog started to head towards Gil Grissom, who was crouching and taking pictures.
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The man soon came clear, and walked towards Grissom.
"You must be Gil Grissom," he said.
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"You must be Michael Keppler," Grissom replied.
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"I hope my team didn't cause too much trouble," Grissom joked.
"None at all. Nick couldn't stop talking about you, though," Keppler replied, observing Grissom's technique of taking pictures.
"Which one?" Grissom asked, still crouching and taking pictures.
"Both,"
Grissom smiled as he took one last picture and stood up.
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"What happened?" Keppler asked.
"Well, we can only assume that they were abducted, based on the dummy traps, the dead officer, and the blood-stained uniforms. The thing is, I don't think that this is their blood,"
"Probably the officer's," Keppler remarked.
"Most likely. Why don't you test it?"
"Sure,"
Keppler crouched down and took out a swab from his kit, swabbed the blood, tested it to make sure it was blood, and then noticed something on Sara's uniform. It was a note.
"Hey, Grissom, check this out. It says it's for you," he said, giving Grissom the note.
Grissom opened it and read it, a grim expression on his face. The note read:
WELCOME BACK, MR. GRISSOM. NOW THE BIG BOYS CAN COME OUT AND PLAY.
Grissom looked at the uniforms of his team, knowing this was going to be a really tough case.