I don't own anything created by cbs. I only own my original characters and stories.

Hey everyone! I hoped you enjoyed the first chapter of my Guardian series. I am very new to writing fanfiction, so bare with me and I assure you this will be an awesome story. Murder One is set circa season 2, and I will be keeping the timeline and events cannon. I'm not sure if I will be using the crimes from the series, but I will be keeping the character's stories. Please review if you have any constructive criticism, or if you have any questions.

Thanks,

IronAngel420

"Can I help you?" repeated Grissom as he let his arm relax against his side once again. The figure before him was a young woman. A very young woman. Her outfit was entirely black, from her leather coat to her form-fitting jeans, from her long sleeved t-shirt to her boots. Even the satchel that hung around her body were black. Her small hands were covered with leather gloves. The girl had rich, dark brown hair that fell past her shoulders and around a beautiful face. She had dark brown eyes that were framed by thick lashes. The corners of her small, full mouth lifted in a soft smile as she said, "Dr. Gil Grissom?"

"Yes," said Grissom with a frown, "Who are you?"

"Griffin Bauer. We spoke on the phone earlier this week?" said the girl.

Grissom suddenly remembered the conversation and nodded saying, "Ah, yes, you are the CSI from Miami Dade."

"Yes, sir," said Griffin.

"You sounded...older on the phone," said Grissom warily.

Griffin smiled again and shrugged.

"How old are you exactly?" Grissom asked.

"A woman never reveals her age, sir," said Griffin, "but, seeing as you asked so nicely, I'm eighteen."

Grissom's eyebrows shot sky high upon hearing this.

"Are you old enough to even be out of high school?"

Griffin shrugged, "I skipped a few grades."

"So you are...what? An intern?"

"No, I am a CSI Level 2."

"Impossible!"

"I assure you, sir, it is quite possible. I could give you the number of the man who promoted me, if you'd like."

Grissom continued to eye her sceptically.

"Look, if my resume isn't enought to earn your confidence, then let my skills do the talking," said Griffin.

"Okay," said Grissom, "So let them talk."

Griffin nodded and returned her attention to the body. "What do you make of this?"

Grissom came and stood next to her. He looked to where the beam of her flashlight was pointed and squinted his eyes.

"These blood drops are out of place," said Griffin, referring to three blood drops that were a seperate from the main blood pool.

"It could be cast off," said Grissom.

"Yeah, I don't think so," disagreed Griffin, "The gravitational pull is wrong. The directionality of the drops are consistent with a left and straight up angel."

"So what is your theory?"Grissom asked.

"The killer cut himself," came her reply.

"Why do you say that?" asked Grissom, already knowing the answer.

"Stabbing is a messy job, eight out of ten times the attacker cuts himself."

"Well, there is one way to find out," said Grissom as he produced a cotton swab and took a sample of the blood.

"One more thing," said Griffin. "I noticed something strange on the Vic's neck."

Grissom looked closer as Griffin gently moved the hair away from Michael's neck. There just below the hairline was a deep cut.

"It looks like a backward 'r'," said Grissom frowning. "I wonder what the significance is of that?"

"I have never come across something like this before," said Griffin, "But, look at the skin surrounding the cut. It's not bruised. Michael was already dead when this mark was placed."

"Nice catch," complimented Grissom as he took out his camera and documented the find. The young girl just smiled as she straightened.

"Okay," said Grissom, "I will give you one shot. Consider this case a job interview. I will assess your skills and let you know at the end of the case what my decision is."

"Deal," said Griffin.

"Good," said Grissom, "Now, I need a sketch of the crime scene. Think you can handle that?"

"Sure."

Grissom handed the young CSI a sketch pad.

"Thanks," said Griffin, "But, I have my own."

Grissom shrugged as he replaced his sketch pad in his kit. He watched Griffin for a moment as her eyes roamed the crime scene, before her hand began to fly over the page, with the ease and skill of a trained artist.

Grissom and Griffin worked in companionable silence for a few minutes, before Catherine came out of the kitchen.

"Hey, Gil, you were right. The killer definitely didn't... I'm sorry, who are you?"

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Sara Sidle took a deep breath as she packed up her field kit. God she hated working missing kids. She hated seeing the empty bedrooms, the abandoned toys. But what she hated the most was the hoplesss desperation in the eyes of the parents and the emptiness that replaced that desperation if they didn't find the children. Or worse they found them dead.

"You ready?" Warrick asked her.

"Yeah," said Sara as she took one last look around the room.

"You okay, Sar?"

Sara looked at him and said with a half smile,"I'm fine. I just hate cases like this, you know?"

"Yeah," said Warrick as he placed his hand on her shoulder, "I know."

Sara gave him one last smile before both of them exited the room.

"You wanna get some breakfast after we drop this stuff off at the lab?" Warrick asked.

"Sure, that sounds..." Sara's voice trailed off as she and Warrick came out into the hall and saw Catherine standing at in the doorway of the kitchen staring at a young stranger who stood next to Grissom as if she had been by his side for years.

"Uh, Griss? Who is this?" Warrick asked and Sara arched a questioning eyebrow.

"Guys," said Grissom, "This is Griffin Bauer. She will be joining us on this case. Griffin, this is Catherine Willows, Warrick Brown, and Sara Sidle."

The girl acknowledged each of them with a nod and a smile, but when her eyes landed on Sara her whole body froze as if in shock. In turn, when Sara looked into those fathomless brown eyes she felt something inside her click in place. She felt as if she had been held under water for the longest time and now, she could breathe! Eveything was so clear and in focus. Which made no sense what so freakin ever, because she had never before noticed the haze!

"It is a pleasure to meet you all," said the girl, her eyes never leaving Sara's.

Sara was still reeling from the electric shock she received when she had first laid eyes on the girl, but she was dimly aware of Catherine saying, "Where are you from? You have a strange accent."

The girl tore her eyes from Sara and turned to face Catherine. Having been released from the intensity of the young woman's eyes, Sara found that she could think again. She watched as Griffin shrugged her shoulders and answered Catherine saying, "Washington, New York, Miami, take your pick."

"But you weren''t born in any of these places," said Sara, "In fact, you weren't born any where in America, where you?"

Griffin once again turned her dark eyes on Sara and Sara was once again zapped with that spark of electricity that she was hit with before. Griffin eyed Sara for a few moments before she nodded her head and said, "South Africa, born and raised."

"Oh!" said Catherine in a surprised voice.

"Okay, that's enough with the meet and greet," said Grissom. "We have work to do. I still want to talk to Mrs. Barret. We need to get her prints so we can eliminate her as a suspect. We also need to find out why she lied to us."

"Did we miss something?" Warrick asked.

"Mrs. Barret claims she came home and found the body at around midnight," said Catherine, "But 911 only received the call at 12:30."

"That's why I want to talk to her," said Grissom.

"Would you mind if I tagged along, sir?" Grifgin asked. "I have some training in criminal profiling."

Grissom regarded her for a moment before nodding and returning his attention to his team.

"Okay, guys. We have evidence to process, a missing child to find and a killer to catch. Let's get to work."