A/N: Ooh, a bit of danger in this chapter. Not much though, but it is there... muahaha.

CHAPTER 2

"This looks a rough place," said Greg, as the three CSIs climbed out of Grissom's Tahoe.

"Yeah, it does," added Sara.

"Don't worry," said Grissom. "There's three of us here, so we won't be that long."

"If you say so," mumbled Sara.

"Hey, don't worry," said Greg playfully. "I'm here."

Sara grinned.

"Shall we go inside?" asked Grissom.

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"Sara, I think I've got something," Greg called from the kitchen. A few seconds later, Sara came into the room. She dumped her kit bag in the doorway. "What's up?"

"Murder weapon?" asked Greg, innocently holding up a shot gun.

Sara smiled. "Could be."

"Do we have bags big enough for this?" asked Greg.

"I think there's a couple back in the car."

"I'll go get one," said Greg. He bent down and laid the shot gun on the kitchen floor. As he stood up, he saw a man stood behind Sara, slowly leveling his gun at the back of Sara's head. "Sara!" he yelled, pulling his own weapon and training it on the man.

Sara span around, and saw the man. She gasped. The man turned around, and ran out of the house. Greg followed him, and Sara joined in the chase as well. The man stopped at the end of the drive. He shot at Sara. He missed. Sara shot back. She missed. The man shot at Greg. Greg shot back, and hit the man in the chest. He dropped to the ground. Greg ran to his side, to see how badly hurt he was. The man grabbed Greg's arm, and coughed some blood.

"I'm sorry," apologised Greg quietly.

"You're going to pay for this," gasped the man. He drew his last breath, coughed up some more blood, and died. Greg felt him go limp in his arms.

"Greg!" said Sara, putting her hand on her friend's shoulder. "Oh my God!"

"He's dead," said Greg, standing up. "I killed him."

"It's not your fault," said Sara.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!" asked Grissom, coming down the drive. "I heard gun shots. Talk to me. Greg? Sara?"

"I, er-" began Greg.

"Uh, we had a suspect on the scene," began Sara. "Greg was protecting me. The suspect shot at us. We shot back."

"I killed him," mumbled Greg.

Grissom sighed, and rubbed his temples. "I'm going to need both of your weapons."

"So we've got to process the rest of this scene without any way of protecting ourselves!" asked Greg.

"Well, you said you just killed the suspect-"

"That doesn't mean there was only one perp," said Sara, sticking up for Greg.

"Sara, it's protocol," frowned Grissom. "I've got to."

"Fine," said Sara. She handed her weapon over to her supervisor. Greg followed suit.

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A/N: Oh, Greg killed a suspect. That's not good... Especially not for him...

P.S I'm looking for a beta reader. Anyone interested? Anyone want to read my stories before anyone else does? Anyone any good at English?