A/N:This is a crossover between the three CSI shows, NCIS, and Sue Thomas FBI, I don't own any of them and I don't earn any money off of this, unfortunately, i might actually have money if that was the case.

Summery: Nick's life was shaped by his past, and he's been ruled by the attack his entire life, now he must move on with his life, and survive the affects of his attacker coming back.

Chapter 1

I knelt next to David, as he talked about the body, and probable cause of death, when he stopped talking, I said, "May I?" motioning to the body.

David nodded, the scene had looked all to familiar when I walked into the house, and I held my breath as I turned the victim's head slightly, exposing the other side of the young man's face, it had been cut, and by the amount of blood, it looked as if it had been done before he died, in that very place. "Definitely Perimortem," David said.

The body was loaded an hour later, as soon as I finished processing the room. At the lab, I began to process my own evidence, dreading the phone call I would most likely receive the next day. I went down to the autopsy room, in order to observe the autopsy, the radio in the corner of the room was playing music, "I knew he was coming in, Nick, the news was on the radio," Doc Robbins said.

"What can you tell me?" I asked.

"I can tell you, that this reminds me of a case, just before you arrived here, at a forensics conference, the speaker was an unknown, Spanish decent, he outlined the case, and explained that this man was one of the most gruesome serial killers, ever, he left two witnesses, but that hasn't even helped find him, he's very good at hiding."

"I know, I was there, the scene looked all wrong, as soon as I walked in, I knew that this wasn't so simple as it looked."

"It never is, however, I can't help you simplify it, I've done the full autopsy already, and I'll tell you, whatever he uses to keep these people down isn't something like a blow to the head, there is no bruising" Doc Robbins said.

Grissom picked up on the fact that I was working a high profile case, and met me in the elevator going back up to the lab. "Fill me in, I'm assigning myself to work under you on this case," Grissom said.

"Under me?" I asked.

"Yes, you have lead, you were at the scene, not me," he told me.

"Alright, vic fits a profile, for a case the FBI is tracking, twenty-thirty year old male, dark hair, dark eyes, under six feet and single, he was knocked out with an as of yet unknown substance, where his face was carved up, then he was shot, the scene was clean, this guy knows what he's doing, the FBI has been looking for him for years," I said.

"You got this from where?" Grissom asked.

"I recognized the MO, from a case I worked on in Texas, with the FBI," I told Grissom.

"Alright, what do you want me to do?" Grissom asked.

"I've been working in layout room two, I was hoping to find some trace on the vic's clothes, but I have to call the field office, and get a number I can contact the agents at," I told him.

"Alright, the field office number is in my office," Grissom told me.

"Thanks," I told him, and we went our separate ways.

In the office, I pulled Grissom's Rolodex towards me, I flipped to the 'F' section, and spotted the name of one of the Agents who was going to be protecting my friend, Joseph. I found the field office number, and dialled the number, instead of asking about the case though, I gave them the name of my contact, it was time for my weekly call in anyway. "Hey Nick, how are you?" she asked.

"I'm good, Just doing my call in, and I was wondering if someone is actively investigating my case right now?" I asked.

"It's on hiatus, but we've been solving cases like crazy, and someone is bound to start going through cold cases again soon, and since it's a gristly one, so at least the new guys will want a crack at it," She replied.

"What if I asked for the case files?" I asked.

"Why?" she replied.

"Because, he may have struck again," I told her.

"Then I'll send them over, with an agent tomorrow," she said.

I knew she'd probably be the one who came by, and I didn't much like the thought. I went to the layout room, where Grissom was tape lifting the victim's clothing. "You find anything?"

"Nothing unusual, what did the FBI agents say?" he asked.

"That it's considered a cold case, they're sending an agent by tomorrow with the case files," I told him.

"So they're just ignoring it?" Grissom asked.

"Yup, Grissom, this case started like twenty years ago, what they do with cases like this, is when someone gets bored, they go through cold cases, and they sometimes choose this one, then it get's a cursory look over, review of the evidence, then it get's put back on the shelf," I told him.

"When was his last confirmed kill?" Grissom asked.

"I'm not sure, but we'll find out, when we get the case files, he had twenty confirmed kills when I was in Texas," I told him.

"Alright, what is the plan, how do we work this?" Grissom asked.

"We process what we have, go over the old case files, tomorrow."

We finished the shift, and locked up the evidence, I drove home, took a shower, and stood, looking in the mirror, my face was flawlessly smooth, until I took the makeup remover from the medicine cabinet and wiped it down the left side of my face, revealing what I truly looked like, the whole side of my face was scarred, that was my big secret, not my biggest secret, but it was the one anyone could find out. I rubbed my moisturizing cream into the skin, it was what kept the scars from appearing under the makeup.

I was about to lay down on my bed, when the door bell rang, I ignored it, and curled up on my bed, the doorbell rang again, a minute later, I grabbed my gun, and went into the bathroom, where I poured some foundation onto a piece of foam, then I covered the scars on my face, with a speed that only came from many years of practice. "Now, Nick, I hope that you're not hiding something," it was Greg that surprised me. I had already trained my gun on him, and I didn't move it, even after I recognized him.

"Nick, can you please not point that at me?" Greg asked.

"Sorry," I lowered my gun, and looked in the mirror, behind me.

"A little vain?" Greg picked up the bottle I had been using.

"Maybe I am," I said, putting my gun on the counter, and picking up the foam piece, to blend the rest of the lines on my face.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I came to check on you, you seemed pretty disturbed, with the case you were working on," Greg said.

"I'm fine, Greg, how did you get in, I know I locked the door," I told him.

"It was open, when I got here," Greg told me.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Four," Greg said.

"I just lost five hours," I told him.

A/N: to be continued... I've got twelve more chapters finished, and i'll try to post them, as i edit them. This goes after the affects of the attack, and the return of the attacker, so you know.