A/N oK...Well..I only got one review so far , which isn't that great. I hope that with this Chapter there will be alot more,

Disclaimer: I do NOT own CSI

Arriving at the scene, it was only Grissom and Sara. Everyone else was on their own case, unaware of what had happened. Brass met Grissom and Sara at their car.

"Have you got the car open?"

Brass shook his head, leading the two to the sphere shaped car.

"We can't. All the joints of the car had joined and it's almost impossible to open it,"

Grissom nodded, ducking under a yello 'caution' tape.

"Is there someone in there?"

Sara asked, not sure.

Brass nodded.

"For sure, there is a puddle of blood near, what we've discovered as , the drivers door. But we can't get a face. We don't even know if who ever is in it is alive. We're praying that it's not Greg, although we've confirmed a plate."

Grissom nodded, taking a deep breath as they neared the car.

People were crowded near the scene, police trying to keep them back. A fire truck sounded from down the street, ambulance rushing behind them.

Sara and Grissom bent down near the upside down car. All they could see was mangled metal and blood. Lots of blood. Sara reached her hand into the broken window, hoping to grab something. She soon found a mess of hair and pulled out a small piece. She and Grissom looked but could'nt get a clear color without blood.

"It's no use,", Brass began, "We tried,"

Firefighters ran through the scene with a pair of giant pliers. Grissom and Sara moved out of the way, as the men pried apart the metal. After 5 minuites, a body was revealed.

He and his best friend walked across the floor of a nearby strip joint. A body of a 15-year-old male, 4 gunshots to the head.

"Nick,"

The younger black male called,

"Over here. I think I found something.''

The broad texan walked over to his partner.

"What's up Warrick?"

Warrick held up a piece of female nail,

"What does this tell you?"

Nick was about to respond, when his phone rang. He held up his finger to Warrick and pulled out his cell phone,

'S. Sidle'

Nick flipped open his phone,

"Stokes,"

The person who lay intangled in the car was completley soaked in blood. A metal pole through his stomach. But his face couldn't be seen. Grissom pulled out a small pocket knife and cut the seat belt that could be seen cutting through the mans back.

When the man was free, Grissom reluctantly turned the body over. Tears rushed to his eyes, and Sara bent over to puke.

It was Greg, but you would have never known.

His face was cut open and bleeding. His eyes still open. His once straight teeth were soaked red with blood. That was all that he could see of the body. Grissom didn't wipe the blood from his hands, and thinking he was dead, placed them over Greg's eyes, to close them. When he did this he was about to stand up, but a small whisper caught his attention,

"g...riss..om...I..can..t..breat.."

He snapped around and looked at Greg. His left eye was partially open.

"Greg!"

Greg didn't awnser, but began to choke, more blood escaping from his mouth. Grissom turned around, frantic.

"WE NEED A MEDIC HERE!! NOW!"

He turned back to Greg,

"Hold on Greg, just stay with me,"

"Sara! Call Nick!! We need him!!"

''Stokes,"

When Sara replied, she was both screaming and crying. Nick tried to calm her down, but she just continued.

"Sara, you need to calm down! Tell me whats going on?"

Warrick raised an eyebrow,

'It's Greg, Nick...we need help..please hurry!'

"Where are you, Sara?"

'Fourth...Fremont'

Nick nodded,

"I got it. Now just calm down"

With that, he hung up,

"What the hell was that?"

Wrrick asked, confused.

"Get the car, we need to go. Now."

A/N Ok...sorry if that was shorter than the first. I ran out of ideas..Please R&R .