This is my first go at writing a fanfic, so...go easy on me :p

Disclaimer: I don't own anything CSI related... it all belongs to Mr Zuiker and CBS..

Rating: PG-13..may change at a later date..

Summary: When a CSI is held hostage because of a result on a recent case, the values of friendship & justice must be taken into consideration.


Values

Chapter 1: A Night To Remember

It was one of those rare moments in the week of Warrick Brown. It was his night off, some time to himself at last. A time to put work at the back of his mind for once and have a life of his own. He'd spent the night at a local bar, along with his work colleague and close friend, Nick Stokes. It had been a long time since they'd spent some time together outside of work. The whole of the crime lab had been backed up lately. For some reason, there seemed to be an increase in crimes, or maybe it was because Warrick, along with Nick, had been working hard to put a serial rapist and killer behind bars.

"Well, it's been a great evening," said Nick, "but I think it's time I went home to catch some z's. Who knows when I'll be able to have a decent nights sleep again."

"Here, here," replied Warrick, finishing the remainder of his beer, making sure to leave the dregs.

Nick picked up his jacket and began to walk towards the exit, followed by Warrick.

"Well, I'll catch you tomorrow at the lab then, " Nick said as he turned to walk the short distance home.

"Yeah, see you then man." replied Warrick, wandering off to catch a taxi home. He really didn't want to walk home. All he wanted to do right now was play on his PS2 for a while before clambering into bed to catch some well deserved sleep.

The taxi pulled up the dark street that Warrick lived on, lit only by a few lamps. The driver carried on driving to the designated drop off point.

"Thanks," said Warrick giving the driver his fare, "Keep the change." Warrick climbed out of the door, in a world of his own. He didn't even hear the driver say thanks. He walked up his driveway, searching his pockets for his keys. He knew they were there somewhere. He was too busy searching for his keys that he didn't hear the rustling of the leaves of the nearby bush. He didn't hear the footsteps that were creeping up behind him. The only thing he did hear was the rushing of wind as heavy object swung towards his head. The last thing Warrick Brown saw was the darkness as it came to swallow him.


Well..this is the first part of my story...whether I continue will depend on what people's reaction is :)..lol..it will tell me if I'm any good at writing...or not