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Wow! This is awesome! I've only had this story up for 6 days and I already have 12 reviews! It took me 4 chappies to get that many with my Yu Yu Hakusho story! Thanks to … (yes, that is the name, very cool) you were the first! And thanks a bunch to all the others too: tria246815, angw, taz3, lins, missusmesser, Stormchilde, melissa, charmedgrl13, Little Wing, Skat8erchick1342, and Rehgai. . You're all the greatest!

Side note to Rehgai, don't quit writing your story cuz I don't update! That would be a very, very bad thing!

Ok, sorry its taken a little while to update, I wrote the first chapter spur of the moment so I wouldn't look like I was totally plagiarizing a CSI episode, if you haven't figured out which one yet, I'm not ruining it for ya by naming it! I've had the idea for this story for a LONG time, but I didn't put it up until I was sure that no one else had really used it already and make it look like I was copying. NE Wayz, I have been working very hard to get going with it and I now have at least up to chappie three written. So, I might be going back through these two chappies and changing a few things as my story takes more shape, but this is good for now.

So, I will stop talking before I lose everyone. (Crickets chirping) ooooook, I think it's too late for that one, so I guess I'll just be typing for my own amusement. (Crying). J/K

Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters do not and never will belong to me (Sob), but a girl can dream she owns Greg and Nick, right?

Realizations and Injured

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The night before:

Business in Las Vegas was always booming, always busy and full of life. But not at a lawyer's office just off the strip. The whole parking lot had been roped off, and all bystanders rushed off the premises as a black Tahoe pulled up.

Stepping out of the passenger seat of the black vehicle, Catherine Willows looked at the scene before her. The ex-dancer had seen many different things in her career as a CSI, but the things she had seen in the past week had her slightly terrified inside.

The door next to her slammed shut, jerking Catherine out of her thoughts and to the young man standing next to her. Greg Sanders was still fairly new at his position as a CSI 1, having only been on a handful of cases so far. He had been assigned under Catherine and Grissom for this case a week before, but with each passing night, it just seemed to get worse and worse.

"Sorry," Greg apologized, "Didn't mean ta scare ya."

"Don't worry 'bout it," Catherine assured him, "Just lost in my thoughts for a sec."

As one last door shut behind them, Grissom stepped around from the driver's side and eyed the two with an amused little smirk. "Well, if you two are finished, we should get this scene processed."

The two nodded and grabbed their field kits before following their boss across the parking lot and under the yellow police tape.

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Jim Brass' gaze was unfocused as he looked at their latest victim. "Fourth one this week," he mumbled to himself.

Feeling a familiar presence appear to his right, Jim cleared his throat and spoke louder. "Debbie Thompson. Twenty-seven years old; worked for PD in evidence."

Grissom knelt next to the woman. The young blonde had been carefully laid out to her full height with her hands straight at her sides. A leather wallet lay open on her chest. Snapping a few pictures, Grissom picked it up.

"ID left on the victim in plain view?" He stated more than asked.

Brass nodded. "Just like the other three."

Placing the wallet in an evidence bag, Grissom set it aside and turned back, lifting the woman's right hand. "Fingers rubbed all the way to the bone." He then turned her on her side and looked at the back of her head. "Penetration to the skull by a blunt object, massive blood loss."

Brass sighed heavily. "Our killer strikes again."

"Grissom!" Catherine yelled from her and Greg's position a little ways up the lot. "You'd better come here."

Grissom slowly stood, grabbing his camera and walked over to his two team members in mild confusion. "What have you got?"

"Um," Greg stuttered slightly, "I think we've got mail."

Grissom looked at Greg for a minute, before following the young man's hand to the spot he was pointing at.

Lying on the ground was a white envelope, but what caught the investigators' attention was what was written on it:

LV

CSI Nightshift

Grissom's gaze went from slight confusion, to amusement as he snapped a few photos before carefully picking up the envelope. Opening it and reading the letter inside, the experienced investigator's eyes grew slightly larger, but he didn't say anything.

Catherine, Greg and Brass couldn't take the suspense any longer and read over Grissom's shoulder. Their breathe soon caught in their own throats.

Four down, only one to go. You're next.

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Grissom slowly lowered the phone back onto the receiver and stood stone still, face pale as a ghost.

"It's very quiet around there, isn't it Mr. Grissom? Have you finally realized why? I have your little lab rat, and if you want him back, listen carefully. Greggy won't last very long without my help , and he won't get it until you agree to do everything I tell you."

Grissom nodded, until he realized the kidnaper couldn't see him. "I agree. What have you done with Greg?"

"Go to the old factory warehouse on Sunrise Street. On the corner next to the light pole will be a package. I assure you it will be worth your while."

Then the line went dead.

Grissom was just about to leave, when his door burst open.

"Grissom!" Catherine ran into the room, voice strained and tears running down her face. "Grissom, something has happened to Greg!" She held up her hands to reveal a CSI vest with the name 'Sanders' stitched onto the right side.

Grissom nodded and led Catherine out the door. "I know. Tell me everything that happened on the way. We need to go, now."

Catherine was completely confused, but let Grissom push her out the door and down the hall.

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Greg cried quietly to himself, as he lay unmoving in his tight prison. Guessing he had been awake for at least half an hour, he gathered his thoughts slightly and tried to look around. As soon as he laid his cheek against the floor, he felt something very sticky cling to his skin.

Jerking his head back up and wiping his hand across his cheek, he turned on the flashlight and set it against his chest to shine against his hand. He cried out slightly when he saw it covered in crimson red blood.

Lifting his head as far as he could, he awkwardly placed the palm of his clean hand on the back of his head and felt a large gash that was bleeding badly.

"Oh man! I don't need this right now!" Thinking quickly, he took the sleeve of his long black shirt and ripped it off at the shoulder. Folding it quickly, he placed it against the wound and laid down on it, applying as much pressure as he could.

He laid in the dead silence for what felt like hours, but just as he was drifting off into hazy unconsciousness, something jerked him awake.

KCHHH…Greg!…KCHHH…Greg, can you hear me?…KCHHH

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Hope ya'll liked it! I'll try to get going with this, but I'm still working through it, and my mind loves to wander, so I've already thought up ideas for two other CSI stories that I'm working on and might put up here if I get good feedback from this one.

Ok, with the GREAT feedback I've gotten so far on this story (applause), my goal is to beat my last story and have over 51 reviews before I finish it. If I get that, then I can work on a new goal of 100! PLEASE HELP! Every review is welcomed!

I hope to be back soon.

C ya!

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