A/N: so idecided to fix the first chapter of TIRS so it matches the rest of the stories format and i'll do the same for chapter two as soon as I can. Just a remider for those who have run across it for the first time and those who are re-reading it, this is my first fanfic and always will be. StoryDreamer
Disclaimer: I Wish with all my heart that I owned CSI, but since that is a impratical wish and dream I'm confined to writing my own creative ideas out here and don't own anyone except the specified characters normally being the ones you the readers do not reconize.
CSI
Crime Scene Investigation
THE IMPOSSIBILITIES RUN SLIM
There's a young woman sleeping on her couch. There's a creek and an outside light floods into the room and a figure walks in and hovers over the women. She wakes with a start. "Oh God you scared me," She said recognizing the person standing over her.
"You should be!" the assailant replied.
The assailant takes out a knife and stabs the young women in the left hip close to the abdomen. The assailant pulls the victim off the couch and leaves the room. The victim desperately grabs a piece of paper and pen and jots something down. She shoves it into a small box, then into a small backpack purse and struggles to place it on her shoulder. The assailant returns to the room with a mandarin orange, a bottle and cloth. "I'm back," was all they said.
Later that Night
"So there was a laugh and a door slammed?" Grissom asked Brass for clarification.
"Well at least according to her neighbor," replied Brass and Pointed to a man with his thumb over his shoulder. "He claims after he heard this he went next door to see if she was alright."
"Why?" asked Grissom.
"He says she just moved in last week. She'd come home at six and watch his two kids while he and his wife got dinner ready. He said she never left after that because she would unpack a little. Last night he said she did the same, but heard someone walk by and stop next door, later hearing the door slam," explained Brass referring to his notes every once in awhile.
"I see, continue," said Grissom acknowledging what Brass had just said.
"He knocked on the door, but no one answered so he opened the door."
"Why was the door unlocked?" asked Grissom.
"Apparently she usually locks the door, but it wasn't that night, so he opened the door and saw her lying on the floor with a knife in her waist. He says he doesn't know if she's alive. He was to scared to check and paramedic's haven't arrived yet. They're on their way." said Brass.
"This it?" Grissom asked referring to the town house.
"Yep," replied Brass opened the door and Grissom walked in and went to the young women and kneeled beside her. Sara and Greg fallowed. Sara walked in, but Greg froze in the doorway.
"I can't be here. I've got to go," Greg said and turned and left.
"Greg get back here. Sara would you go get him," said Grissom.
Sara ran out and Grissom checked the young women for a pulse. Sara came back into the town house. "He was pulling out in his car before I could get to him," she said.
"Sara she's still alive," said Grissom over his shoulder toward Sara.
"I'll get the paramedics," replied Sara and ran out of the town house.
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A/N: So there's chapter one all renewd and looking better than ever.