In the beginning it was dark. It's always dark in the beginning. Or so she was told.

All she wanted to do was escape. Escape her town, escape her parents, escape everything. Eventually she found herself in the Las Vegas Crime Lab. She was assigned to the Graveyard shift. She's been there for a couple years now. Everything was fine…for the most part. Then he came.

She remembered it almost perfectly. Armed guards were surrounding him. He arrived in the classic orange jumpsuit, his hands cuffed behind his back and his feet chained together. Little did she know how easily he could have broken those chains and killed them all. She didn't know that then, but she knew now. And she thanked God that he didn't almost everyday.

All he did was stand there, staring at them, and they stared back. But she stared back in a different way. As she stared back her eyes were full of fear. She was afraid of him. He had to have been able to sense it. If it had been a while before, he would have took pleasure in her fear. But, no. After so much had happened to him, all he did was stare back at them. He did not struggle. He did not break his chains. He did not take on the armed guards (even though he would have won.) He did not try to escape. He did not glare at any of them. All he did was stand and stare.

Had she known then what she knew now, who knows how she would have reacted? She might have run away. She might have run up and hugged him, thanked him for being there. But of course all she knew then was that he was there to "help with a case" and for containment. That being all she knew about him, she simply stood there, and stared.

But why don't we skip ahead now. No use in wasting time in the past. If you waste too much time dwelling on the past, you might miss what's right in front of you. That being said I will leave you too it.

In the beginning it was dark. It's always dark in the beginning. Every beginning comes from some other beginning's end. Or so he was told.

Zane opened his eyes to the yelling of a female voice close to him. He recognized it immediately.

" About time you woke up! I was wondering if you were really dead this time." Catherine Willows yelled from the other end of Zane's spacious cell.

" Oh ye of little faith." Zane said as he slowly sat up, the large scar on his abdomen making a large protest.

Catherine eyed him. Zane had been here for a couple years now. He looked to be in his mid thirties but he never aged so you'd never be able to tell. He died when he was 35 and right now he didn't look a day over it. In the years she'd known him, he hadn't aged at all. He had midnight black hair that went down to about an inch above his shoulders, and skin as pale as ivory. He had a face that looked as if it had been carved by angels, with a toned and muscular body to go with it. In her opinion he was too good to be true. Good, no, make that great looks and he was a gentlemen to boot. At the moment all he was wearing was dark blue, loose fitting jeans, and his trusty black and white, high top, Chuck Taylor Converse All Stars that were well worn in. On his abdomen his ivory colored skin surrounded a fresh cut and many, many other scars and bruises.

Catherine almost took pity on Zane. He always seemed to be injured. Whether it was an accident or and injury he acquired during his many fights, they always seemed to be there and present. But the only one that had never gone away was the scar running from his right temple to the right side of his cheek.

While Catherine was lost in thought, Zane had gotten a plane black T-shirt and put it on. Quickly he ran a comb through his hair so it fell evenly on each side of his head. He flexed his muscles and then walked over to Catherine.

" Alright. Let's go." He smiled at her and she opened the gate, letting them both out.

As they were walking Catherine noticed Zane was limping badly. "What's that from?" she said nodding to his leg.

" Stab wound in my upper leg, huge bruise on my shin from when I lost my footing and landed on my shins, and a twisted ankle from training." Zane said in a kind of nonchalant way.

" Shouldn't you have crutches? Or a walking cast at least?" She asked, her maternal instincts taking over.

" Probably."

Walking down the hall, Catherine noticed that when people saw Zane coming they automatically took to the walls, looking so conspicuously down at the floor it was as if, if they made eye contact with Zane they would fall to the floor dead. Zane didn't seem to bothered by it. He was probably used to it. Sometimes she wished she could have his eyes. Zane's eyes were a brilliant ice blue color that was capable of so many emotions. At times they looked to gentle and kind, but they could harden over into sharp piercing ice in a flash. When he was mad, no one even dared look into his eyes. Well almost no one…

Catherine sighed. Sara Sidle. Sara was the only one who could ever look Zane straight in the eye when he was mad. It was like she was unaffected by the invisible paralysis Zane could put on everyone. She didn't know what it was. There was only one time that Catherine had ever known for sure that Sara was afraid of Zane and that was when he first arrived in the Crime Lab.

Suddenly a hand waved in front of Catherine's face.

" You in there Cat?" Zane looked at her, his eyes appearing kind and gentle.

" Huh? Oh, Yeah. Just thinking."

Suddenly a new voice came in. " Well, save some for the crime scene." Said Gil Grissom.

" Why, isn't there already enough brain power around here?" Warrick Brown said as he passed by, Nick Stokes following closely behind.

" Aw, Warrick. Feeling jealous?" came another voice from the other direction.

" Yeah right Sara. What do you have that I should be jealous of?" Warrick crossed his arms over his chest.

Zane stepped between them. " Warrick, please don't get her started."

Sara punched Zane in his shoulder. " What's that supposed to mean?"

" As much as I find all this sibling rivalry amusing, can I hand out assignments please?" Grissom intervened.

" Sure go ahead Gris." Warrick said, casting a look over at Sara that said "We'll finish this later." Sara shot one back at Warrick that read, " Damn right!"

" Alright. Nick, and Warrick, you two are with me. There was a decomp unearthed at a construction sight on the outskirts of the city. Sara, Cat, and Zane you three have a 419 at a house in the desert across the city."

That was all Sara needed to hear before she was off, Catherine following closely at her side and Zane behind them.

" I'm driving." Sara stated.

" No, I'm driving." Catherine argued.

" I called it!"

" It's my car!"

" Who said we're taking your car?"

" I did!"

" Hey, ladies," Zane interrupted, stepping between the two. " How 'bout I drive?"

" No." They both said in unison.

Zane shrugged. " Worth a shot."

" We'll rock, paper, scissor for it." Sara suggested.

" No way! That's so childish." Catherine argued.

" Well okay then," Zane said. " But be warned this might end up in a cat fight. Wait…actually…keep arguing. I'll go get the guys and we can watch you!"

The two women stopped dead in their tracks and looked at each other.

" I'll drive." Catherine said and she walked over to her car.

" Shotgun!" Sara yelled as she raced over to the passenger's side of the car.

" No, wait!" Zane called, but it was two late. Sara had already planted herself in side as Catherine started up the engine. Zane sighed as he hopped into the back seat.

A Half An Hour Later

" Man Nick, I didn't know you could drive that fast." Warrick said as they got to the Construction sight at record time.

" Neither did I." Nick shrugged as he pulled out the kits from the back of Warrick's Tahoe.

As they neared the taped off area, Grissom's cell went off.

" Hello?"

" Grissom. It's Zane."

" What can I help you with?"

" Actually I'm just dandy, you know, just sitting in the car with the windows open, listening to the wonderful sound of two women arguing what music to listen to…"

In the background Grissom could hear Catherine suggest a band and Sara suggest another. And then they started arguing about which is best.

" Zane, is there a point to this?"

" Yes actually. Well as I said the windows are open and I just felt the temperature drop a couple degrees. That means that it dropped even more over by you."

" I didn't feel a thing. What's your point?"

" My point is you have about five minutes to process your crime scene before it starts pouring. Have a nice night."

There was a click on the other line but Grissom didn't hear it. He quickly hung up his phone and put it back in his pocket.

" Nick! Warrick! Cover the body, collect evidence, and take pictures fast! We have five minutes until this entire scene is gone!

And just five minutes later the clouds opened up and there was a torrential downpour that stretched across the whole entire city of Las Vegas. Thunder crashed and lightning snapped. Trees, buildings, telephone poles, people, everything was at the mercy of the storm.

Catherine squinted as hard as she could but it was no use. She could just barely see the car in front of her.

" Keep squinting that hard and you're gonna pop a blood vessel." Zane said as he looked at Catherine through the rear view mirror.

" Well would you prefer I not squint and kill us all?"

" Well it might kill you two, though I highly doubt it would kill me."

Suddenly the car in front of Catherine completely disappeared as the rain came down even harder.

" Cat, why don't you pull over and we'll wait the rain out." Sara suggested worriedly.

" Good idea."

But it was to late. Before Catherine had a chance to stop there was a screech somewhere in front of them. Before they knew it another car rammed into Catherine's Tahoe. The road was slippery so the wheels had no friction and then one of the wheels stalled. Catherine's breaks were no good. They went colliding into the flimsy metal guardrail, which gave away easily under the power of the Tahoe. They next thing they knew they were tumbling down the steep hill. Catherine and Sara gave out shrill screams as the car tumbled down relentlessly. It started turning over and rolling down the hill. Finally, it stopped.

The inertia carried Sara forward and she hit her head with a thud on the dashboard. Catherine, who had not been wearing a seatbelt, had her leg sticking out the part of the windshield that was still intact. She was also partly on Sara's lap, unconscious. Zane, who also had not been wearing his seatbelt, had gone head first out of the windshield on Sara's side. He was now clinging to the hood of the Tahoe.

Sara slowly looked up then realized something. The hood of the car was halfway wrapped around a tree. And the car itself was making a creaking noise, as if it was…tilting…

" Sara?" It was Zane's voice. Sara slowly looked over to him, only to find out her vision was doubled.

" Sara, can you understand me?"

She nodded slightly, giving her a monster of a headache.

" Sara, listen to me. The car is slipping. Can you walk?"

That's when it hit her. Zane wasn't clinging to the hood of the Tahoe; he was holding it in place. Sara looked down at her legs. She thought her ankle might have been broken but that was the least of her problems. If she didn't get Catherine out she would loose her.

Slowly Sara opened her car door. She stepped out and once she was sure the car wouldn't fall she reached back in and grabbed Catherine. Sara placed her hand behind Catherine's back and put an arm under her knees and she lifted her up.

" Oh god Cat, how much do you weigh?"

Looking around Sara realized that they were on what seemed to be a ledge on the steep ground. Sara started to walk over towards the middle of the ledge but her ankle (which indeed was broken) gave out and Sara slipped, falling to her knees.

Zane realized they were both out of the car. Slowly he let go. The car shifted a little, threatening to take him down with it, but then it stopped. Zane sighed with relief and ran around the car to where Sara and Cat were.

" Sara! Are you okay?"

Sara wobbled a little bit. It seemed like she was going to fall backwards. She reached her hand up to her head. When she pulled it away she realized her head was bleeding.

" I think…I have…a…concussion…" she managed to say. She looked down to Catherine, who was still unconscious.

" You two need to get back up by the road or they'll never find you." Zane looked around. The ground above them was so steep that he knew he'd never be able to carry both of them. And he didn't have enough strength to change either. He sighed.

Sara heard him. " Take Cat…up first…I'll…be fine."

Zane couldn't stand leaving Sara behind. But she was tough. Besides, he'd only be a couple minutes right? What could happen in a couple minutes?

Slowly he put an arm behind Cat's back and an arm under her knees. He lifted her up. Slowly he walked up the steep hill. After a couple of steps he was already tired. But he had to keep going. The girl's survival depended on him. He could only bring Catherine up halfway before he was exhausted. Slowly he set her down on the flattest spot he could find and took a breath.

Sara felt so disoriented. She just wanted to cuddle up in bed and sleep for a week. But she couldn't. Sleep was bad for a head injury. If she closed her eyes she might not wake up. Suddenly she smelled something. It smelled like, gas. Sara whipped her head over to the car. It was leaking gas. She only had about a minute to get away from it.

Sara looked up the hill. With a broken ankle, concussion, and God knows what else injuries, she'd never get away from the car in time. As fast as she could she started dragging herself away from the wreck.

" Shit…Zane!"

Zane whipped around and looked at Sara who was slowly dragging herself away from the car.

" Zane! The gas…from the…car! It's leaking."

All of Zane's exhaustion melted away as his adrenaline began pumping at light speed.

Suddenly there was a loud crack as the tree the black Tahoe had most of its weight on snapped and fell down the hill. Then the car exploded, the burning chunks flew down the hill as well. But was it too late for Sara?

Hell no. The waves of the crash blew Sara away. She landed a little farther down the hill with a loud thud. She screamed at the pain.

" SARA!" Zane yelled as he bolted down the hill.

Sara looked up to see someone; maybe it was Zane, running down the hill.

Suddenly a chunk of metal came out of nowhere from the sky. It was skinny and slick with rain. It came down relentlessly from the sky and impaled Zane though the abdomen. He slid and his knees hit the ground. He gasped for air and looked down at the piece of metal. But he couldn't stop. He had to get Sara.

Slowly he stood up and ran down the rest of the way to Sara. Once he got close to her he slid on the ground and almost passed her. He scurried back over just as she laid her head back down on the ground.

He picked her up as he did Catherine and carried her back up the hill. By now blood started trickling out of his mouth. It was a half an hour before he got Sara back up by Catherine. He set her down and then fell to his knees. Sara had already drifted into unconsciousness and Catherine hadn't woken up yet. Their sleeping faces were the last things he saw before he too hit the ground, unconscious.

The rain kept relentlessly pounding down on the three of them as the hours past. No help came. No one saw them crash. Things were dark, but as I said before, in the beginning…it is always dark.

End of chapter one. And for those of you that need to know, no one died. Yes this is somewhat of a crossover of Underworld and CSI. But so far Zane is the only one that is a lycan and sometimes you can't even tell. So don't worry. I just wanted the CSI's to be exposed to something knew and have them know that not everything is strictly science.

Anyway, please read and review and tell me if I should continue with this. Thank you and thank you and maybe I'll see you in the next chapter.

Until then,
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