A/N: "Give me a break if this sucks, it's been a while since I have written. I usually write original fiction and I have written CSI fan fiction before so I hope I didn't do too bad. I hope you enjoy it.. Oh yeah, and if you're wondering, you'll see all the characters here (plenty of Greg probably).."
The night dark, the stars invisible to the city, a old abandoned building stood silently at the corner of the street. Shards of broken glass lay scattered across the pavement of the side walk, most of the windows of the building being broken. A few drops of a crimson substance glistened in the dim light of the streetlight, not visible to one just passing. One passing would be a young woman, considered as a teenage girl. Her long brown hair waved side to side as she quickly walked down the sidewalk, deep brown hues also glistening in the dim light of the streetlight, a slight sign that she had been crying. A teenage boy, looks of which seem to be of the same age as the girl, walked a few paces behind her, anger in his eyes. Gripping the girls shoulder, he turned her around forcedly, gazing into her eyes with a hint of anger and frustration.
"Damn it Dawn, why the hell are you doing this, why are you running off like this?!" He seemed to yell as he gripped her shoulder tighter.
His grip hurting her, she tried to shrug him off and turn away. She wanted so badly to just ignore him. Backing away, she answered him.
"Don't play dumb with me Jason! You sure as hell know why!" She turned away and began to run, though not getting far.
"Come back here!" Jason ran after her, quickly catching up and holding onto her tightly around the chest.
Struggling hard to free herself, Dawn kicked and screamed, but he only covered her mouth. Her muffled cries being inaudible to anyone near by, she nearly gave up, but had to give him one last kick in the shin.
"Ah!" Jason cried out as he lifted his leg, feeling the bruise already forming, "You bitch!"
Letting go of the girl, he hit her across the face with great force, the blow causing Dawn to step back and run into the window behind her. She fell through the window, the glass already being broken. Feeling the blood slow streak down her face from the now open cut below her brow, Dawn place a hand over it gently so that the blood wouldn't get in her eye. Jason bit his lip as he saw her sit up. he quickly ran over to her and helped her up.
"Dawn I... I didn't mean..." Standing up, she gazed at him, tears now streaming down her face.
"Look Jason I don't know who you think.... what?" She stepped back a bit when she saw a strange look cross his face.
He gave a look mixed with fear and confusion, but the look wasn't directed at Dawn. Following his line of vision, she turned around and looked behind her. Eyes widening, she let out a scream as she back up into Jason, who just stood there, staring at what lie before them.
It was a body. The bloody corpse of an unknown gender lie on the concrete floor, a large dog standing beside it with his head bowed, blood dripping from it's canines.
Shadows seemed to dance upon the outer walls of the building as the red and blue lights of the ambulance and police cars flashed. The yellow strip saying "Crime Scene" that secured the area was lifted as CSI Willows and Brown walked underneath it, entering the scene of the crime. Seeing that Grissom was already there with Brass, they walked up to the two for some questioning, Catherine being the first to ask.
"Hello Grissom, I wouldn't suppose you could tell me why I'm here? I'm supposed to be on break tonight...." She seemed to be a bit angered that she had been called out.
"Sorry Catherine, we were in need of another person, I've got another case to take care with Sara. Nick is busy too..." He gave a slight smile and glanced at Warrick as he started to walk off, but was soon stopped by Catherine.
"Wait a minute...." She reached over and placed a hand on his shoulder, removing it when he turned around, "Where's Greg at?"
"Oh yes, he's on his way over here." He smiled yet again and then walked away without another word said.
With a slight nod of the head, Catherine turned to Warrick as she cleared her throat, "Right.... Ok lets get to work. How bout you take care of the body and I take care of the witnesses?"
"Oh so that's how it is, I get my hands dirty while you ask the witnesses annoying questions?" A small smile crossed his lips.
Returning the smile, Catherine slapped him on the shoulder, "Well, unless ofcoarse you want to ask the annoying questions... I'll just get the fun part of it.." She pulled out a pair of gloves and held them up.
Warrick rolled his eyes and grabbed the gloves, walking off towards the building, "It's cool with me..."
She smirked as she watched him walk off, soon turning back to Brass with a slight sigh, "So, who do we got?"
"Hm? Oh yeah.." He turned and nodded to the teenage girl who was standing by the ambulance, a bloody bandage placed just below her brow, "Dawn Clark, 18 years old, she was with her boyfriend when the stumbled upon the body. I haven't heard anything from him yet.." He pointed his thumb toward the teenage boy standing beside Dawn, "He's her boyfriend, he doesn't seem to want to cooperate.."
Catherine glanced over at both the Dawn and Jason, her gaze returning back to the injury that the girl had received, "What happened to her?"
"She says she tripped and fell on that broken glass in the building, whether or not she's telling the truth, I don't know." He shrugged his shoulders and walked off in the same direction Warrick had gone.
"Hm.." She let out a sigh and also sigh, "Guess we'll find out..."
A/N: how'd I do? Was it good? Bad? Ok? Tell me please.... be nice.."