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nickngregTitle: City Lights
Chapter One: Caught
Alright, so this is my first attempt at a CSI fanfic so I hope it's good. So far the rating is PG-13 because of violence but no pairing just yet. It's the first chapter but after the 2nd or so there will be. Need to build up drama first. :D
The city of Las Vegas began to come alive as the sun began to set and the glow of the city lights kicked in. Many people would be out partying or some would be out committing murders that the Las Vegas Crime Lab would soon be investigating.
At the crime lab, Nick was trying to entertain himself with a game of paper football with Greg. He knew what his supervisor, Gil Grissom, would say if he found out about him and Greg’s game but of course everyone was out on cases except for Nick. Grissom and Catherine were on a Club Case while Sara and Warrick were doing a High School one. Nick offered to go with one of them but Grissom told Nick to stay behind just incase some new case would come up and he would go with Greg.
“Touchdown,” Greg yelled as his paper football hit Nick square in the face. “Let’s see, another point for me,” He smirked as he took the pen in his hand and marked a line on the paper under his name, “Greg 17, Nick 5. Wow man, that’s horrible.”
Then Jim Brass entered the room that Greg and Nick were seated in.
“Have a case?” Nick asked hopefully.
“Actually, I just came over to tell you that Grissom called. He wants you and Greg to go out and grab some things. He said something about he needed ropes, tape, colored pencils and a bag of coal.”
“Experiment,” Nick said at the odd request. “Great. Now we’re his servant boys, having to go to the store to grab materials for his case.”
“Uh. Sure.” Brass said, not bothering to try and calm down Nick, and walked off.
Nick sighed and stood up as Greg followed. Greg could tell Nick was getting upset at the fact of going to the store so he decided not to say anything at all. He followed Nick into the locker room and they both got their jackets before stepping into the chilled Las Vegas air and over to one of the jeeps the Crime Lab owned.
“I’m driving.” Nick told Greg as he unlocked the vehicle and climbed inside, the Lab Tech getting in on the passenger side. Nick turned on the ignition and pulled the car out of the parking lot and then onto the road.
The sun had already set and the only light source came from the cars and the cities own lights. For most of the ride the two didn’t talk except for Greg switching the radio channels once in a while, cranking it up loud and Nick having to yell over the noise for Greg to actually hear him to turn it down.
Finally, the two had arrived at the convenience store and Nick pulled the car into an empty parking spot. “Alright, let’s not spend so much time in here so we can head back.”
“What’s the hurry?” Greg asked as he climbed out of the car.
Nick also got out of the vehicle and locked it before walking over to Greg. “We have to finish our game don’t we?” And he then began to walk towards the store as Greg smirked running to catch up to him.
* * *
“Welcome!” A perky old lady said as Nick Stokes and Greg Sanders entered the little convenience store. It was the only one closest to the Crime Lab and Nick was anxious to get back. He wanted to get back just incase a case was available for him to take.
“Hello.” Greg said as Nick led him down the aisle of school supplies.
Noticing the tape, Nick grabbed it and tossed it to Greg. “Now for the rope,”
Greg barely caught the tape because he was too distracted by the glowing pens. “Does this store even have rope?”
“Should be here—“but Nick didn’t get to finish because the sounds of gunfire and explosions erupted in the store sending Nick and Greg down onto the floor quickly.
“ANY OF YOU MOVE YOU DIE.” A voice yelled as the lights in the store suddenly went out leaving Nick and Greg in the dark with items and glass falling around them.
Chapter One: Caught
Alright, so this is my first attempt at a CSI fanfic so I hope it's good. So far the rating is PG-13 because of violence but no pairing just yet. It's the first chapter but after the 2nd or so there will be. Need to build up drama first. :D
The city of Las Vegas began to come alive as the sun began to set and the glow of the city lights kicked in. Many people would be out partying or some would be out committing murders that the Las Vegas Crime Lab would soon be investigating.
At the crime lab, Nick was trying to entertain himself with a game of paper football with Greg. He knew what his supervisor, Gil Grissom, would say if he found out about him and Greg’s game but of course everyone was out on cases except for Nick. Grissom and Catherine were on a Club Case while Sara and Warrick were doing a High School one. Nick offered to go with one of them but Grissom told Nick to stay behind just incase some new case would come up and he would go with Greg.
“Touchdown,” Greg yelled as his paper football hit Nick square in the face. “Let’s see, another point for me,” He smirked as he took the pen in his hand and marked a line on the paper under his name, “Greg 17, Nick 5. Wow man, that’s horrible.”
Then Jim Brass entered the room that Greg and Nick were seated in.
“Have a case?” Nick asked hopefully.
“Actually, I just came over to tell you that Grissom called. He wants you and Greg to go out and grab some things. He said something about he needed ropes, tape, colored pencils and a bag of coal.”
“Experiment,” Nick said at the odd request. “Great. Now we’re his servant boys, having to go to the store to grab materials for his case.”
“Uh. Sure.” Brass said, not bothering to try and calm down Nick, and walked off.
Nick sighed and stood up as Greg followed. Greg could tell Nick was getting upset at the fact of going to the store so he decided not to say anything at all. He followed Nick into the locker room and they both got their jackets before stepping into the chilled Las Vegas air and over to one of the jeeps the Crime Lab owned.
“I’m driving.” Nick told Greg as he unlocked the vehicle and climbed inside, the Lab Tech getting in on the passenger side. Nick turned on the ignition and pulled the car out of the parking lot and then onto the road.
The sun had already set and the only light source came from the cars and the cities own lights. For most of the ride the two didn’t talk except for Greg switching the radio channels once in a while, cranking it up loud and Nick having to yell over the noise for Greg to actually hear him to turn it down.
Finally, the two had arrived at the convenience store and Nick pulled the car into an empty parking spot. “Alright, let’s not spend so much time in here so we can head back.”
“What’s the hurry?” Greg asked as he climbed out of the car.
Nick also got out of the vehicle and locked it before walking over to Greg. “We have to finish our game don’t we?” And he then began to walk towards the store as Greg smirked running to catch up to him.
* * *
“Welcome!” A perky old lady said as Nick Stokes and Greg Sanders entered the little convenience store. It was the only one closest to the Crime Lab and Nick was anxious to get back. He wanted to get back just incase a case was available for him to take.
“Hello.” Greg said as Nick led him down the aisle of school supplies.
Noticing the tape, Nick grabbed it and tossed it to Greg. “Now for the rope,”
Greg barely caught the tape because he was too distracted by the glowing pens. “Does this store even have rope?”
“Should be here—“but Nick didn’t get to finish because the sounds of gunfire and explosions erupted in the store sending Nick and Greg down onto the floor quickly.
“ANY OF YOU MOVE YOU DIE.” A voice yelled as the lights in the store suddenly went out leaving Nick and Greg in the dark with items and glass falling around them.
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