A/N: I don't own CSI unfortunately; if I did I would keep the lovely Greg all to myself. Also I don't know much about forensics, so much of what the characters say might be incorrect and if so I apologise.
Grissom strode towards a small corner shop, police vehicles, paramedic vans and fire trucks surrounded it with news crew vans further back, Grissom shook his head, the media were such vultures. One such media vulture spotted Grissom walking towards the shop that was presently on fire and jumped at the idea of getting an inside report on her story.
"Hey! You! What do you think is the cause of this fire? Do you have any prime suspects? Is this arson or a terrible tragedy?" She demanded stuffing a microphone in Grissom's face. He looked at her and her microphone wearily and commented as he always did that he was a crime scene investigator and was not permitted to comment on any situation to the media.
He walked onwards and stopped next to the fire chief who was restraining a teenage boy. Grissom eyed him over, he was young, about 14, skinny and gangly in the way that teenage boys often are, he seemed to be desperately trying to get back inside the burning building. With a flash of silver from his wrist which Grissom recognised as a pair of handcuffs that he realised who the boy must be. He called a police officer over to restrain the boy and let the fire service get on with their job.
"My sister's in there!" He screamed as he kicked and struggled in the police officers arms.
"Don't worry son, the fire service knows what they're doing." The Police officer reassured him whilst keeping a firm grip on his handcuffs.
"Then why isn't the fire out yet?" he snapped back. Grissom thought that this was a good question and went to ask one of the firemen the same thing.
"Why is this fire taking so long to put out?" Grissom shouted over the noise.
"This is your regular corner store, complete with aerosols, alcohol, the works, with all those propellants it's getting hard to put it out." The fireman shouted back just as the last of the fire died out. "Oh… well… I guess this building's all yours now…" he shrugged and left.
The paramedics and the police officers rushed in next, they brought out two people, and guided them each to medical attention in the vans. Grissom felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around to see Catherine standing behind him with a gentle smile on her face.
"Cath… you got here quick." Grissom commented surprised.
"Well, that is my job. Dibs on the building by the way, you always stick me with dealing with the people." Catherine said as she walked inside the shop.
"But you're good with people!" He shouted to her in defeat. He shook his head and made his way to the paramedic vans. There he first came across a middle aged man who was more than slightly podgy and dishevelled, not to mention a little blackened from the fire. He glanced to the paramedic who nodded, indicating that the man was fit enough for questioning.
"Excuse me, I'm Gil Grissom, I'm with the crime lab. Are you the owner of this shop?" Grissom asked the man.
"Damn right I'm the owner, and I can tell you who your culprit is too! It's her! Little thief and arsonist! I told her to get out of my shop! I told her!" He shouted pointing angrily at a girl in the other paramedics van getting hysterical, the paramedic looked more than a little worried and indicated that Grissom should move on.
Grissom moved over to the next van and was surprised to see the teenage boy had struggled his way over there and was talking with the girl in the van. Grissom looked at the girl in the van, she too was skinny, about 14 and blonde; infact… Grissom looked from one to the other, they appeared to be twins, non-identical obviously from the gender, but they were startlingly similar. The girl was slightly burnt in places, but nothing that looked like it would scar too much, she was mostly just a bit scared and covered in soot.
"Officer… could you please separate these two, I don't like to have my suspects conferring." Grissom said quietly. The Police officer nodded and took the boy away, much to his dismay with screaming and shouting that he needed to be with his sister.
"You know it's very cruel to separate twins in times of stress." The girl said scornfully as she glared at him. Grissom shrugged slightly at that remark, he was only doing his job.
"A little young for a tattoo aren't you?" Grissom asked pointing to the design on the girl's arm. On closer examination he could see that it was a picture of two playing cards together. The first was a five of hearts card and the second a two of hearts playing card.
"So? It's my body, and it's my family too." She snapped looking into the police cars which contained not only her brother, but other members of her family, all who had been arrested.
"She's well enough to go." The paramedic announced.
"Officer, can you cuff this girl please?" Grissom called to a police officer a few meters away.
"Now, if I can just get your name…" Grissom asked her.
"Bite me." She snarled at him as she was led away into a police car of her own.
"The youth of today are so charming." Grissom sighed to the paramedic.
"C'est la vie man, maybe you'll be able to get more out of her when she's in a cell." The paramedic replied.