Kay so i got bored one day and started writing this. now it's a really long story that will ery very soon have a sequel that will be the best story you will ever read. anyways, this story is only untitled for the moment, but i'll eventually think of something.

i appologize if this is good and then starts to suck, cuz i think i kinda got away from the point of the story at points.

anyways, i have like 6 (almost 7) chapters of this already written, so i'll give y'all a chance to read this, and chapter 2, then i'll post 3, 4, 5, and so on.

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI, or any of the characters. I do, however, own the character of myself and the idea for this story.

Sequel coming soon, it's gunna be a CSI ROAD TRIPP!!

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Brass pulled into the drive way and noticed a young girl, looking to be around fourteen, being carried out of the house on a stretcher, with a knife sticking out of her left side. He winced at the sight, and continued to the front door, where Grissom and Sara were already standing waiting to work the scene. “Hey,” he greeted.

“Hey. You got the info on our crime scene?” Sara asked.

“Right here.” He pulled out his notebook and flipped to the page where he recorded the information he had so far. “The girl with the knife wound’s name is Cassie Cunningham, 14. Her parents are out of town. She was staying over her friend’s house when someone broke in and robbed the family, she helped to fight off the bad guy and preserve evidence for you guys. Her friend’s name is Adrienne Parker, and her parents are both injured. Father’s name is Eric, mother’s name is Carla. The mother got skimmed by a bullet; father was hit with a hammer multiple times in the back, and once to the head. They’re both going to be in the hospital overnight. The robber got away, but you’ll be glad to hear that there is a full set of prints on a hammer, and blood evidence in the foyer, thanks to Cassie.” Brass flipped his notebook closed and stuck it back in his breast pocket.

“How did a fourteen-year-old attempt to preserve evidence?” Grissom asked.

“I’m on my way to the hospital to figure that out. I’ll call you and let you know once I have more.” They exchanged nods and Brass walked across the lawn toward the Tahoe.

Grissom and Sara entered the house and observed the crime scene. There was blood spatter all over the foyer of the home in front of the large staircase, and there was a small pool of blood at the top of the stairs, a little off toward the right. The staircase split into two sides of the house, kind of like the house from Clueless, that movie where that girl is in love with her step brother. There was another pool in the living room on the hardwood floor near one of the three couches, probably where the girl was stabbed. There were two pairs of latex gloves on the coffee table, turned inside out just like Sara or Grissom would do with theirs. “So where do you want to go? Living room or here?” Grissom asked Sara.

“Whichever you don’t want.” She smiled. Grissom returned the smile, and headed for the living room.

At the hospital an hour later...

Brass asked if Cassie Cunningham was accepting visitors, and explained why to the receptionist when she asked. She allowed him to go in, but warned him that she may not be able to stay awake for as long as he’d like, due to pain killers and other medications. He thanked her and walked to room 306. He knocked on the door and opened it slowly. Cassie looked at him and half-smiled. “Cassie Cunningham? My name is Jim Brass; I work with the crime lab. Are you feeling better?” he asked.

“Yeah.” her voice was raspy, and she had a large cut across her eye, probably from a punch, Brass thought.

“Would you mind answering a few questions for me about what happened?” he pulled up a chair and sat down.

“Sure, go ahead. I’ll do whatever I can to help you.”

“Alright. I guess we’ll start with the most important thing.” He paused as she nodded. “Start from the beginning, tell me what happened.”

She inhaled and exhaled before beginning her story. “I was staying over Adrienne’s house for the weekend cuz my parents are away. We were watching a movie downstairs with her mom, when someone knocked on the door. Her mom answered it and the robber shot her. She fell down and passed out. Then her dad ran downstairs, and the man or woman or...whoever...grabbed a hammer and started to hit him. While all this was going on, Adrienne and I ran into the kitchen and put on some of her mom’s latex gloves she has for her nursing job. We grabbed all the knives we could and went back into the living room. The man was still hitting Mr. Parker. Once he was down, her mom woke up. I yelled for her to stay down, and he noticed I was there. Adrienne was still ducked down with her knives, so he didn’t know she was there.” She paused. “I got up and he threw the hammer at me. I jumped to the side and kicked it near the couch so the fingerprints wouldn’t be ruined. I yelled for her to start throwing knives. All but one missed, and it was me that threw it. It got him in the thigh. He pulled it out of his leg and...” Cassie’s eyes filled with tears as she spoke the next part of her story. “...and he threw it at me. It hit my side and I fell. I hit my face on the table when I fell, that’s what the bruise is from. He ran, and Adrienne followed him with the hammer. She still had her gloves on and she was careful to hold it where no fingerprints would get smudged.”

“Right. So you basically almost got yourself killed while preserving evidence of the guy or girl who tried to rob your friend?” Brass asked with slight sarcasm. Cassie nodded. “That’s fine and dandy, and I’m sure our CSIs will thank you, but how did you know what to do to preserve evidence?”

Cassie gave him a small smile. “My uncle. He works at a crime lab. He tells me about it all the time. I watch forensic shows a lot, to.”

“Your uncle? What’s his name?”

“Well, he’s not really my uncle. He’s my dad and Adrienne’s dad’s best friend. His name is Greg.”

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