Star-Shimmered-Dragon: My first CSI fanfiction! I hope this goes well.
Stormy: So do I. I enjoyed creating the first chapter. I hope everyone else likes it.
CSI:A Past Unknown
Chapter 1
One balmy evening in Las Vegas, the lights shining more than the sun did a loving couple, recently married, were running through one of the few natural parklands in the city. A low buzz drew their attention.
"Sweetheart, do you hear that?" The wife clung to the arm of her man. He nodded, and jumped back as a buzzing insect flew right past his face.
"There's thousands…" He said, walking slowly forward. Through the swarm, he saw a sight that made him scream.
"Call 911! Call 911!" He cried as he backed up in a hurry, leaving a body covered in flies, wasps, and other insects lying on the ground.
Greg Sanders got out of his car and started to walk towards the CSI headquarters in a really good mood. He felt lucky to be a CSI: Level 1 after the lab explosion a while ago. Startled out of singing one of his many rock tunes by being thrown to the ground, he landed with a thud and heard a little "Oomph!" from on top of him. Greg looked up to see a pair of bright crystalline blue eyes looking back at him. She gasped and struggled to her feet.
"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" She said, offering Greg a hand up. "I can get so clumsy and thoughtless sometimes."
"That's fine," Greg chuckled, "just so long as you aren't hurt." She bent down low and picked up a soft carry case and opened it. A laptop, strapped down, wasn't scratched.
"I'm ok, and my laptop's fine," She chuckled. "Dad'd kill me if I'd ruined it so soon after getting it. Oh, what's your name by the way? I don't like hurting people, and I'd like to check up on you sometime.
"Greg Sanders. I'm perfectly fine! You only gave me a scare. Now, what's your name? I'd like to ask you on a date sometime."
The girl blushed, and started picking up the assortment of things which had fallen from a side bag. Greg bent down to help. "My name's Reanne Mitchell. It's really nice to fall for you," Reanne smiled. Her blue eyes were in sync with her almost white blonde hair. She wore a knee high dark blue cotton skirt, a well-fitted white shirt, and sensible black shoes. Her hair was held back with a mid blue ribbon, while letting a few strands dance over her face in the late breezes. She was balancing a bag on one shoulder, the laptop bag in one hand and the small side bag in the other. Hanging from her neck were the ear pieces for an MP3 player of some form. She smiled again.
"I'm sorry, but I really have to run. I hope I get to see you again. Thanks!" Reanne turned and ran off. As she ran, something fell out of the side bag as she turned into the CSI HQ. Greg picked the purse up and it opened in his grasp. His eyes fell onto the Nevada drivers license. It was registered to one Reanne Mitchell…
Greg started laughing. Sara will FREAK when she hears this…
Well, my first CSI fic. I really appreciate any comments (the good, the bad, and the flamers) and I'll post once i have the second chapter typed up. Thanks!
Star-Shimmered-Dragon