A/N. Hi, this is my first fanfic so I hope it's okay. I've tried to remove as many mistakes as possible but sorry for any I missed. Let me know if there are any to fix. I know how annoying it is reading a story with bad spelling and grammar getting in the way. But I should warn you I am from Scotland so a lot of mistakes in my story may be down to my Britishness, so sorry again I hope you enjoy the story however. This should be quite a long story in the end but I will update regularly.

Disclaimer. I own nothing but my 18th is coming up so if anyone felt like buying me a really nice present (wink wink) ...

Lucas

Chapter one

Sara was sitting in the break room with Catherine and the guys reading the latest forensic journal and waiting for assignments from Grissom. It was a relatively normal start to the shift. Greg and Nick were arguing over which team were going to win the football league this season, Warrick was sitting with them casually putting in the odd comment but more preoccupied with stealing the odd glance across the room at Catherine while she read one of her 'glamour mags' as Sara likes to call them.

Sara turned on to an interesting looking article about DNA profiling just as Grissom walked in. Making a mental note to read it later she turned round to give her full attention to her boss.

"Full plate today guys, we're going to need to divide and conquer. Nick you have a B&E gone wrong in Henderson, Warrick you take the 419 along the I15 and take Greg with you, Catherine arson on the strip and Sara you have an armed robbery at a local convenience store. I have paper work to catch up on but if any of you need help call." He looked around the room to make sure no one had any objections to their tasks for the night and turned to leave.

Slowly everyone shuffled out of the room and headed to their crime scenes for the evening. Sara was shattered with only 2 hours sleep the night before but stopped off for a Starbucks on the way to the scene.

Walking back to her car with her coffee Sara heard some jeering and a muffled scream coming from somewhere nearby. She checked for her weapon in her holster, her coffee now abandoned on top of a nearby wastebasket and made her way round to the side of the building. Half way down the alley way stood a group of four well built men tormenting a smaller figure that was obscured from Sara's view. She knew she should call for back up but her adrenaline and need to help the victim overruled her training and she approached the group, her hand firmly on her holster in case she needed to use force to subdue the situation. As she got closer she recognised the victim as Lindsey Willows, the 15 year old daughter of her colleague Catherine. Panic began to rise in Sara but she fought to control it and quickened her pace towards the group.

"Stop what you're doing!" Sara shouted. The men didn't respond so she drew her weapon and yelled "LVPD, stop what you're doing and step away from the girl!" the men turned around.

"Well what do we have here then" one of the men jeered. The rest of the men chuckled in support and Sara decided this guy must be the leader of the pack. Now that Sara could see their faces she saw they were in their early twenties and that two wore UNLV tops.

"Look, just step away from the girl, you don't want any more trouble for yourselves" Sara stated with as much confidence as she could muster. She desperately tried to remember what she had been taught in training about dealing with dangerous suspects but she was scared for Lindsey, and for herself too to be honest as the leader of the pack had started edging towards her.

"And who are you to tell us want we do or do not want" the leader snapped.

Just then the man who had addressed her leapt towards her menacingly with his fist raised ready to strike. She fired her weapon impulsively and nicked her attackers left arm with the bullet. He screamed out and backed off.

This did not deter his cronies however. They let go of Lindsey and surrounded Sara. She knew she was unable to fight them all at once but she was going to give it her best shot. She screamed at Lindsey to run for help before firing her weapon again.

At this closer range she didn't miss her intended target on her opposer's body and sent him to the ground with a thud. Her luck ended there however as she was grabbed from behind by one of the men while the other came towards her with his fist raised. A searing pain shot through her face as she was struck constantly. The taste of iron alerted her she was bleeding. Her attacker then started on her abdomen. She could feel the sickening snap of her ribs she was pounded with the man's fists. She was now struggling to breath and could feel the welcoming darkness approaching. The leader of the pack had now recovered enough from his arm wound to get to his feet and approach her. He went for her gun that now lay discarded on the ground nearby. He aimed for her head and removed the safety. The last thought Sara had before she lost consciousness was that she was never going to get round to reading her DNA profiling article after all.