Eternity
Author's note- This takes place sometime after "Grave Danger"
Disclaimer- I don't own CSI or any of the characters- never have, never will.
It had been a night like so many others before it. Nothing seemed out of place or foreboding as the CSIs of Las Vegas went about their normal routines and ventured out into the city with the hopes of solving, even the worst of the city's, crimes.
Night-shift supervisor Gil Grissom had handed out assignments- Nick Stokes and Warrick Brown to a hit and run, and Sara Sidle and Greg Sanders to a 419- before retreating to his office with the intent of finishing the pile of neglected reports that were scattered across his desk.
An hour passed, and then two, as he worked in the strange silence that occasionally fell over the lab on such slow nights. However, the silence was soon invaded by the high-pitched ringing of his phone - forcing him to tear his attention away from the report he had been studying. With a sigh, he answered the offending object. "Grissom."
"It's Brass."
Grissom felt his blood run cold at the tone of the captain's voice. He could not explain how he knew, but he knew the next words that were coming- the words he always dreaded to hear.
"Something's happened."
To be continued...