Hello everyone! This is my new story, so enjoy! 

Chapter One: Marks

Greg walked into the Las Vegas crime lab, his thoughts taking over him. He walked into the locker room, walked up to his locker and opened it. He took of his jacket slowly; his ribs and arms hurt so much. Greg put his jacket in his locker, closed it and walked toward the break room.

He was wearing a long sleeved plain shirt and long semi-baggy jeans. He hadn’t bothered to re-spike his hair, but it was still a little spiky from yesterday. Ah yesterday the day he wished he hadn’t walked home.

“How are you doing Greggo?” Nick greeted him.

“Fine” Greg lied, but not caring.

“You don’t look so good” Nick said with a little bit of worry in his voice.

Greg sat down in the nearest chair, which was at the end of the long table. Nick was sitting 2 chairs away from him on the left side, but all the other chairs were unoccupied.

Nick got out of his seat and walked up to an extremely pale Greg.

“What are you doing?” asked Greg a little scared now.

“Clam down Greg, I’m just checking your temperature” with that Nick placed his hand on Greg’s forehead. His forehead was little cold but other wise fine.

“Thanks mom” Greg said sarcastically.

“Just checking, you know you look really pale, did something happen?” Greg shook his head no.

Nick walked back to seat and started looking at photos from a case that the whole team was working. After about a few minutes of talking about pointless things Grissom walked in with the rest of the team.

“Are killer strikes again, Catherine you Sara and Greg will go to the crime scene” Grissom said handing the paper with information on it to Catherine.

“Nick, go to ballistics and see if Bobby has the information yet”.

“Sure thing boss” Nick walked to the door and left with a salute sign.

“Warrick look at the photos with Archie, see if there’s anything we missed” Warrick nodded and left.

“I’ll be with DNA, now you 3 go and get us something useful” Grissom said with a long sigh and he too left.

--AT THE CRIME SCENE--

“Greg, Search the perimeter for anything that may help us catch or serial killer” ordered Catherine. Greg nodded and started to search for anything.

They were in a park a pretty big park there was a forest circling it, so if you wanted to go or come you would have to go throw the woods.

Greg had been searching for 10 minutes and he was already lost in his thoughts about what had happened last night. He was walking home because his car was in the shop, getting a new paint job in some places. He was half way home when someone from one of the allies he was passing, grabbed him. The guy who had beat him, hurt him pretty badly too, but then again he did have a few weapons with him. You could say he was mugged but they didn’t take anything but some blood that had gotten sprayed on him. First Greg thought they were going to do something inappropriate to him but they didn’t, thank god.

Greg got jostled out of his thought when he heard something move behind a bunch of trees. He was scared now, he was so far away from everyone, they were all pretty much on the other side of the park near the jungle gym were a couple had found the body. Was about to run away when someone grabbed his arm and pulled him behind a cluster of thick trees. The person held his wrists down with hands and put his one knee on Greg’s chest so he couldn’t move. They put a piece of duct tape on his mouth, and now he couldn’t scream.

Greg was really struggling now, but that made that just made his capture happier. He pulled out a knife and showed it to Greg.

“Hold still” the capture whispered, you couldn’t tell what the real guy’s voice sounded like because he had a voice changer on, which just made it more creepy. Greg wished that he could see his attackers face so he could send him jail or something but the guy had a ski mask on and only black.

The capture pulled up Greg’s shirt so you could see his stomach, then he slid the knife across Greg’s stomach. It was bleeding lightly now, but the capture hadn’t made it deep enough for stitches. It hurt a lot though and it was stinging badly, He wanted to scream in pain but it wouldn’t do anything. No one could hear him.

The capture guy pulled Greg’s shirt down and pulled up his right sleeve and stopped just above his elbow. He sliced the top of his elbow to the bottom of it. He did the same thing to his other elbow, but not enough for stitches on both.

The guy who grabbed him got off of him, cleaned his knife and put it back in his pocket.

“Tell anyone, Mr. Sanders about my little visits or the marks I gave you and we’ll meet sooner then you’ll like” when he finished talking he ran into the dark woods.

Good thing I’m wearing a black shirt he thought to himself. Greg let out a sigh of relief; I hope he never comes back. But Greg knew better, he was coming back and he’ll probably keep coming back till he was put in jail. He stood up swaying slightly, brushed the dirt off of himself and went back into the park. No one even knew he was gone, why couldn’t someone have been with me? He whined to himself. He went back to work like nothing happened, found some evidence and ran back to were all the people were.

“Hey Greg” Catherine greeted him warmly. “Are you all right?” she asked concerned.

“Y-yeah, why?” he asked with a fake smile.

“Well, first of all, your deathly pale, and second of all your lips are bleeding” she said with a frown.

“Oh no” Greg thought mentally kicking himself. “Ah I must of bit my lip to hard, though case and all” he said with another fake smile.

Catherine nodded but she had a look in her eyes saying I’m-going-to-find-out.

“Are you finished?” Greg nodded licking the blood off his lips.

“Well were heading back now so lets go” Said Catherine already leaving.

Greg let a sigh; I should stick in pairs more. Then he ran after Catherine careful not to make his cuts worse.

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Well there is my first chapter for my new story I hope you liked it!

I’ll be updating soon!