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Chapter 1

1 Gold Trophy 2 Gunshots An Arsonist A Recipe For Murder

"I'll meet your 20 bucks, and raise it 2." Greg said slyly. Nick looked up from his cards to see Greg, then look at Warrick.

"Alright then. Read 'em and weep my friends, flush!" Warrick lay out his cards across the table. Next was Nick.

"I should've folded when I had the chance." He grumbled. 3 aces.

At first Greg looked sad, but then rearranged his cards and a smile the size of Texas came across his face.

"Royal flush!" Greg said ecstatically. He reached in for the money, which was quite a bit.

"I've never one this much in a poker game since..... ever!" Nick laughed at Greg. Then he heard someone clear there throat.

They turned to see Grissom in the doorway.

"I'd like to pass out assignments before I get fired, thank you." He walked towards the table and started handing out files.

"Warrick, Cathrine, D.B. In the desert. Sara, your with me. Greg you can go with Nick. But NO fooling around, got it?" They both nodded there heads in agreement and waited for Grissom to leave to really celebrate.

"This is awesome! First crime scene, and I'm going with my best buddy!" Greg was dancing around the room. Everybody started laughing until Grissom came back.

"When I pass out assignments, I like to see you get to work, not you practicing your river-dancing!" Grissom said sternly. Everybody gathered there kits and left the room.

"And you didn't tell me he was right behind me because?....." Greg glared at Nick, waiting for him to finish up the sentence.

"Some things are meant to be learned the hard way." Nick laughed and left the room, followed by Greg.

Greg and Nick got to the crime scene. They entered the house after finding out the D.B. Was April Hincoff, single and 24 years old.

"Died of blunt force trauma to the head" Nick confirmed. There were open cuts on her forehead, temple and neck.

"No defensive wounds. She either knew her killer, or had her back turned." Greg suggested.

"I'll check the kitchen, you check the bedroom." Greg waggled his eyebrows, followed by small laugh from Nick.

They went to there places and began searching. Nothing, nothing, nothing....

"Hey Nick, I think I've got somethin' here!" Greg called to his friend in the kitchen.

Nick went to the back of the house and went into the bedroom.

"What's that?" Nick asked, raising his eyebrow.

"Hair fibers. Of all people I would expect you to know that." Greg flashed him a smile.

Nick gave a small laugh. "I'll bag it and get it to trace." He went back into the kitchen and got out a bag to put in the hair fibers. He continued to search for any signs of DNA or any pieces of evidence.

He was checking the counter when he spotted something. "Fingernail." There was a small piece of somebody's fingernail, as if they had caught it on the counter. He bagged the evidence and continued. He heard a sound, but figured it was just Greg trying to scare him again. He slowly got up so he could foil Greg's plan to scare him. He was stood in the kitchen and turned his head slightly to the side.

By the time he realized what was going on, it was too late. Something gold hit him, right in the head. He fell forward, onto the linoleum. Then came another strike, this time to his ribs. It wasn't from the object used to hit his head, it was someone's foot. There was a menacing CRACK. Pain surged through his body and he fell further to the ground. He felt kick after kick, punch after punch. There was the gold object again. He couldn't see clearly. It looked to be like a trophy. He could suddenly taste copper in his mouth. Blood.

He'd lost track of all the blows to his ribs and stomach. Then he heard two gunshots. Or were they gunshots? Yep, definitely gunshots. His leg went completely numb, He looked down and almost instantly his whole leg turned red. Then he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. He tried to look at his stomach but all he saw was red. He leaned forward and started coughing. He couched all over the floor. More blood. He tried not to pass out, but he couldn't stop himself.

He heard a struggle in a room close by. 'He's after Greg'. He looked in the direction the sounds were coming from and there was a man, dressed in all black, beating Greg with the same gold object. He couldn't stay awake any longer. He leaned forward, and with one last cough, he passed out.

"Nick." Greg said faintly. The trophy connected with his back, sending him to the ground. He tried to fight it, but the pain was unbearable. He saw Nick out of the corner of his eye, coughing up blood. He tried to reach for his cell to call for help, but the masked man saw him reach for it. He kicked him so hard, he nearly passed out. His vision was getting blurry, and he could barely hear.

The masked man stood in the middle of the room, lit a match and threw it across the room. The room lit up almost instantly. That's all Greg could bare, he too had passed out.