Disclaimer: I am just a poor student and I don't own CSI. So, please don't sue me.

This is my first CSI fanfic. So please read and review.

I have been a part of the CSI team for quite some time now. I love working with them. I love my job. I used to be a lab rat, a CSI trainee who always worked with Grissom. But I just recently passed my final proficiency and officially became a CSI team member.

So, anyway I was working with Sara and Grissom on a series of bombings around the casino strip. It was a high profile case and very important. Actually, for this case our shift would be working with the swing shift since the case was to be big to be done by one shift. Not only did I do field work but I also helped Mia with the DNA, since I used to work in the DNA lab and she was backed up.

The thing is we had all these prints and pieces of evidence but no possible suspects. And it sucked because the only thing we seemed to reach were dead ends. I felt that something was missing and I told Grissom that I wanted to go back to the crime scenes. I went back looking to see if we had missed something. Even the others were coming up dry. There were no possible suspects. I searched trying to see if we missed anything, I mean anything. But alas, I didn't find anything. The guy who did this was smart by leaving no clues and no prints.

When I got back into the lab I noticed Sara and Nick talking in the hallway.

Sara saw me and said " Greg, there is someone who wants to see you."

"Who?" I asked. And she pointed to the door behind me.

I turn around to see whom she was pointing at. I nearly fell over. I was shocked and scared to see him there standing. He came closer.

"Hello, Greg." The man said to me.

"What are you doing here?" I asked trying to maintain my composure.

"Is that the way you greet your father?" He asked.

I didn't answer his question. And I thought, my father! How dare he call himself father! After all that he has done to my family and me. I was angry and I was scared of what he might do to me.

"Leave now or else." "I have work to do." I said coldly.

He left and I went to the lab. I was shaking inside and out. I was both angry and scared at the same time. I saw Nick give me a questioning look but I shook my head indicating that I didn't not want him to ask.

After shift I went home to sleep. I was partially afraid of going home lest my father knew where I was staying. I opened the door to my pad and went in. I was surprised to see someone sitting on my couch.

"Who are you?" I asked as the figure turned toward me.

"Hello again Greg." The man said.

I froze I knew that voice. It was my father. I turned to get out but my father had stood up and now he was blocking my path.

"No you don't, Greg." He said menacingly. "Not until I am done with you." He said with an evil grin.

I screamed. Freaked out by the fact that my father was here. The one who hurt me so bad. He laughed evilly and grabbed my wrists. He forced me to follow him into my bedroom. He tied my hands with duct tape first and then tied me to the windowpane with some cloth. Then, he started to beat me up using everything and anything he could.

I was tiered and pretty beat from work and I wanted to sleep so badly but I couldn't. My father beat me all day until he left looking for food. I looked at my watch and realized my shift would be staring soon. I had to get out of here somehow. I managed to untie my cloth bond using my teeth. But my wrists were still bound tightly. I went to the kitchen to get a knife. I had trouble cutting myself loose with the knife. But I managed to, although, I hurt myself in the process. I had to get cleaned up and dressed before my father came back or else I wouldn't be able to show up at work. I dressed my wound as well. I had to wear something long to hide the bruises on my arms. But there was nothing I could do to hide the ones on my face.

Upon reaching the lab, I change in to my lab coat and head into the break room. I sat on a chair with my head on the table trying to get some sleep before shift. Just as I was about to close my eyes, I heard a voice calling my name. I look up at the person in front of me. It was Sara.

"Greg…" She stammered. "What happened to you?" She asked.

"Nothing, I just fell." I replied.

Just then, Nick entered the break room and looked at me.

"You all right man?" He asked.

"I am fine." I replied, "I just need some sleep." I said.

"Well, maybe you should go home and rest" Nick suggested.

"No!" I screamed. "I said I am fine, I just fell." "Besides, all I need is a cup of coffee." I yelled rather irritated at the fact that shift was going to start and I wasn't able to get any sleep.

Nick and Sara looked at me; both shocked by what just happened. They just stood there not knowing what to say. I stand up to leave the room. Just as I am about to go trough the door and out, Nick grabs me by the wrist causing me to stop. I look at him trying not to flinch cause his grasp was causing me some pain. Then, he notices the bandage and the bruise above it. He gives me a questioning look and I give him a look that says don't ask. He lets go and I leave.

I hurry down the hallway and into the bathroom. I hold my wrist, which hurt from Nick's grip. I look at my face in the mirror and try to make myself look like more respectable. I could tell them that I fell down. But, they probably won't believe me. I straighten myself out and head back into the break room.

Everyone expect for Grissom was in the break room waiting when I got back. Warrick and Catherine just stared at me. They looked at me questioningly, as Warrick was about to ask, Nick sent him a look that said don't ask. I was still standing when I heard Grissom behind me. I moved not wanting to look at Grissom and have him ask questions.

"Okay guys, this is a big case so we need to finish it." Grissom said. "We have to put this case to bed." He continued. "Greg, have you found anything new?" Grissom asked trying to look at me.

" No." I said not wanting to at Grissom at all.

"Greg, look at me." Said Grissom.

I look up at Grissom with the face I tried to hide. He stared at me with a look of concern.

"Greg, are you all right?" "What happened?" Grissom asked me.

"I am fine. I just fell." I replied.

"Do want to go home and rest?" "You look tiered." Grissom said looking at me.

No way, thought. There is no way I am going home. That's why I came to work to get away from him.

"No." I said. "All I need is some coffee." I continued as I made myself a cup.

I let the aroma wake me and I downed it in a gulp. I looked at my teammates who just stared at me.

"Ok, I am going to start working right now." I said. "I page if I get anything new." I said to Grissom who just nodded.

I rush out the break room before anyone could badger me with questions.

After awhile I decided to look at the case file again because I might have overlooked something. I went into the hallway and stopped when I overheard the rest of them talking in Grissom's office. I listened and realized that they were talking about me.

"What's wrong with Greg?" Warrick asks.

"He said he fell." Grissom replied.

"Yeah, but do you believe him?" Asks Catherine.

"I don't know." He said. "Sara, do believe Greg just fell?" He asked.

"I'd like to, but I don't think he was us the truth." Sara replied.

"There is something that Greg is not telling us." "He hiding something but I don't know what." Nick said.

"Nick, what do you know?" Asked Grissom.

"Nothing really, but I saw some bruises on Greg's arm and a bandage on his wrists." Nick replied. "I saw this earlier because I stopped him, I think there's a cut on his wrist and I probably hurt him with my grip." Nick continued.

"Well, Greg probably has his reasons and hopefully he tells us the truth." Said Grissom.

I sighed, realizing that they didn't believe me. I wished I told them the truth. But the reason I didn't was because I was ashamed of my past. I didn't want them to know that I was victim of abuse. And what it has done to me. I just don't know how they would take it. I go back to work and waited until shift ended.

After shift, I step out. Thinking of a place to go to other than my house. As I walk toward my car, I hear a truck pull up behind me. I try to run and scream but somebody covered my mouth and pulled me toward the truck.