A/N: I will not cover all the episodes for all the TV shows, mainly focusing on my favorites. If you have any favorites, let me know, and I might try to include it or at least a scene from it. I don't know how long this will be or how much I will be able to upload, but I will do my best. Thank you for trying the story. Let me know what you think.

Frank Reagan sat across from Mac Taylor, looking over his reports.
"So, I hear you're bringing in a new CSI." Mac shut his folder, looking up at his friend.
"Yeah, he's a promising young CSI out of the Las Vegas crime lab." Frank Reagan leaned forward.
"I have everything sorted out if he works well with the team." Mac nodded his phone, going off.
"Thank you, Frank, I need to get back to the lab before he gets here." Frank nodded, closing his file.
"Keep up the good work." Mac smiled, grabbing his coat.
"I'll tell Alison you said hi." Frank gave a smile, not saying anything. Mac quickly headed out of the building. Hopefully, this Sanders is as good as Grissom said he is.


Greg Sanders walked into the New York crime lab. This was crazy. He was about to meet his potential new boss. He knocked on the glass door. The man in the suit turned to look at him. Greg thought he looked tired but didn't have that long to think about it. He was motioned into the room.
"You must be CSI Gregory Sanders." The man said, extending his hand. "I'm Detective Mac Taylor, the CSI supervisor Gil said that your one of the best." Greg was surprised by that.
"I only recently became a field agent," Greg said Mac nodded.
"Yes, but I need another detective, and your application and recommendations caught my eye. Here is how it's going to work. You are going to work this case with me as a trial run. If you like the job and I like you, then you will go to the academy upon graduation the Commissioner has agreed that you will be given detective status. Then when I think you're ready, we will send you out with one of my Level 3 CSI's. They will follow you around until I feel comfortable. Now head down to the ME office. I will meet you there." Greg nodded, heading out of the office. He rounded a corner and ran into a woman reading a report. She glanced up with big brown eyes and auburn hair.
"Watch where you're going." She said, her accent coming through as she continued down her way. Greg rolled his eyes, watching the woman walk away.
"I was you were the one reading and walking." He called back at her. She didn't even falter in her step. Shaking his head, he continued looking for the ME office. It took him several minutes to find the room. The lower levels were old, and it was hard to not get lost. When he walked in, Mac was standing Next to the ME looking at the Vitim.
"Sorry," Greg said, gloving up.
"As you were saying," Mac said to Sheldon, keeping one eye on Greg.
"Contusion and ecchymoses around the neck area," Sheldon said.
"Strangulation," Mac asked, looking the body over.
"Nothing in her eyes to indicate it. petechial hemorrhaging. You better see this before we get to cause of death." Greg walked around the side of the table to see the bruising along the back.
"She was on her back for a while," Greg asked
"A great while indicated by bedsores." Sheldon showed.
"Cause of death," Mac asked.
"Hemorrhagic Stroke. She had two one ischemic stock where blood is cut off to the brain that leads to convulsions." Sheldon said.
"Two strokes. What went on with this woman," Mac said.
"I'm afraid that is doesn't stop there. Histology shows she inhaled something her body didn't agree with."
"Smoking," Greg asked.
"I was something that was inhaled just before death," Sheldon said.
"Perry mortice inhalation. Run a tox screen. Greg, you stay and take pictures." Greg nodded, grabbing the camera on the table. Sheldon slowly worked though the body letting Greg get the pictures Mac needed.
"So, I hear you use to be a lab guy what made you change." Sheldon finally broke the silence.
"Yeah, I made the full switch about a year ago. My world was getting smaller and smaller. Being out in the field made my world get bigger. Either way, I could help people." Sheldon nodded, looking at him.
"Must be nice."


Greg and Mac walked around the barge, taking pictures of the victim. Greg was having a hard time wrapping his head around how different Mac ran things then Grissom.
"What do you see," Mac called up to Greg. He bent down next to him.
"She appears to have similar bruising on her neck to the other victim," Greg said.
"Murder by the same hands," Flack asked.
"One way to find out." Mac lifted the back of her shirt, revealing the similar horizontal marks. "I think we have a serial," Mac said, sending chills down Greg's spin. Mac called the rest of the team while Greg took the pictures. When the team showed up, Mac assigned Messer, Aiden, and Greg to go through the barge. Greg had done plenty of Garbage dumps in Las Vegas but never to this scale.
"Jackpot, I found a purse, but it's empty," Aiden called out.
"I got a camera that's still on," Messer said, holding it up so they could see. Greg walked over to him. "The back is open."
"They might have been trying to pull out the film," Greg said.
"Whoever tried to pull it out didn't get it all," Messer said.
"I see read in our future," Aiden said.


Greg was looking at the picture on the computer when Mac and Stella walked up to him.
"What are you doing," Stella asked Greg jumped slightly.
"I was thinking that we could try triangulating where she is based on the background. We do it a lot in Las Vegas." Greg said Mac and Stella sat down next to him.
"Alright, let's get this Triangulation started." Greg nodded.
"You give me the information, and I'll put it on the computer with Zoya as the Primary reference," Greg said.
"The ME said she is 5'9." Greg put it in.
"Second, the needle on the Chrysler building." Mac pointed.
"1046 ft including the needle." Greg nodded
"Triparty object the slant of the Citicorp building," Stella said.
"915ft alright now, we can find out where she is," Greg said.
"Queens," Stella said when the results came in.
"Long island city. Greg, you stay here and get as much evidence as you can here. We'll call you when its time to process the scene." Greg nodded.


Greg walked up to the house with Messer.
"Sanders, you help Messer with the rooms." Greg headed into the building. No matter where he lived, there were always places like this.
"No pictures, no partials," Messer said. "Was he living in gloves."
"There's a lot of stuff lighting up over here," Greg called out. "We should be able to get a DNA match from it."
"You would know all about that," Aiden called out.
"What's that supposed to mean," Greg asked, Aiden glanced at Messer.
"You were a lab guy right, and now you get to walk in here and be a detective." Greg lowered his camera.
"I was the top DNA analyst for the Top crime lab in Sin city. I Gave it up to be a CSI, and now Mac wants me here. If you have a problem, take it up with him." With that, he went to go take pictures in another room.


Greg walked into Mac's office.
"Greg, you have four days to decide if you want the job." Greg froze.
"But I didn't do anything," he said.
"No, you did exactly what I told you to do and did it well. Welcome to the team Sanders." Greg took his hand.
"Thank you, Sir."


Alison walked into Mac's office, handing over her report.
"So, you were able to close one of your files." She smiled, looking over at the stack on the corner of her desk, causing it to vanish. Mac followed her gaze.
"Do you want to look at it." Alison took a deep breath.
"Have you added anything to it." He shook his head.
"No, not since that note with the last victim." Alison stuck her hand in her pocket.
"We close so many cases the ones that go in the stack are always the hardest." Mac's phone went off, and he picked it up.
"Taylor…Alright, Sander, I'll send you an official contract." He hung the phone up, looking at her.
"New higher. With Sheldon Moving from the ME's office, we needed another Level 3." Alison nodded, it made sense.
"Is he any good." Mac looked at her.
"Yeah, he's out of Las Vegas lab." Alison tilted her head.
"But they don't run detectives out of that lab." Mac smiled at her.
"The Commissioner helped me with the details." Alison looked out the window. Mac leaned forwarded. "What is it?" Alison turned back to him.
"I need a Month off." Mac looked over at the calendar.
"It's already in the books," Mac said, looking at her. "I'm sorry you have to do this." She waved him off.
"It's not that big of a deal. I'll give a brief talk at my altimeter." Mac raises one of his eyebrows.
"Glad it all worked out." there was a knock on the door. The two turned to find Stella leaning in.
"Reagan that test you were running got a hit." Alison stood looking back at Mac.
"I'll finish up the test then head out." Mac waved her off. Alison walked next to Stella.
"So did he tell you about the new guy he's bringing in." Alison looked up for the report he had handed her.
"Yeah, did you work with him. I was to busy to get to meet him." Stella smiled, opening the door to the lab.
"You would like him. He's good at you he does." Alison walked over to the microscope.
"That's good. I can't imagine Mac finding someone that wasn't the best." Stella leaned up on the counter next to her lowering her voice.
"He's cute too." Alison flinched slightly at the word.
"That won't be a problem." Stella looked at her.
"Come on, if you wait too long, you're going to end up with Messer." Alison laughed.
"Yeah, I don't think that would fly with my brothers."