Ten Speed (Of God's Blood & Burial)

By: Dark Angel Kira

Summary: (FULL!) When a one night, drunken, stand leaves the youngest CSI lost and confused as he is forced to come to the unrealistic terms. While learning new features of his body, Greg Sanders and the others must hunt down a new ring of drug lords before Vegas turns to a pile of rubble.

Pairings: Nick/Greg, Gil/Sara, Warrick/Catherine

Spoilers: None

Warnings: Slash, M-preg, and… um…

Disclaimer: I own nadda! Nothing, comprende? Okay.

Prologue: And So It Begins…

The warehouse smelt vividly of smoke. The party of six could smell the weed a mile away, and knew instantly that they weren't alone. Shadows cast along the walls, leaving haunting figures chasing and swiftly moving under the cover of dark. Venturing further, into the awaiting trap, the six slowly started to pull their weapons. The piece's reflected the moons bright glow upon their faces.

"Joey, this don't feel right." Toby harshly whispered into his friend's ear as they both slunk down the floor against the wall, hiding behind a large wooden crate.

"Shut up!" Joseph Baliz (pronounced Balish) snapped in a whispered tone. Pointing the barrel of his gun at Toby's head, Joe shook his head. "Toby, the package is supposed to be here."

Suddenly, the lights flipped on as the garage door slowly started to crank open. Staying hidden, Joey and Toby both, quietly, cocked their guns and made ready to aim and fire. No way was a dirty cop going to be taking their package. Losing track of the other four party members, Joe vaguely began to wonder if this was a set up.

"Look, look, look." Toby pointed to the passenger seat of the black 2006 Tahoe that just rolled into the garage. "Isn't that the police chief, Eric Orsine?"

Joey nodded. "Yeah." Cradling his gun against his chest, Joey leaned his head back. His blonde hair was now soaked in sweat and dirt. His blue eyes gazed at Toby for a moment, taking in the Italians' European features; dark, thick, brown hair, deeply tanned skin, and lusty chocolate eyes along with his chiseled body. "Toby," Joey started.

"What?"

"If anything ever happens, you're my best friend and—"

"Shut up and stop talking like that. But really, if it does come down to it, promise me you'll look after Olivia and Gavin." Joey could only nod. "Thanks man, it—"

BANG, BANG, BANG!

Looking up, both Joey and Toby watched the other four men they were with fall from the second floor into the middle of the garage floor. Toby flinched visibly, his young years reflecting in his eyes. Blood pooled around the four, spilling from every gun shot wound they had. If the bullets hadn't killed them, then the fall onto the concrete did.

"Eric, we're not alone." A man in black stated firmly as he kicked one man over. His open eyes seemed to be looking at Toby and Joey, telling them to run or they'd be next.

"Toby, we gotta get out of here." Joe whispered softly into the air. Nudging his frozen friend, Joey got on his hands and knees and proceeded to army crawl behind the cover of the boxes. Toby moved slowly behind him, wanting nothing more than to get up and bolt. Making sure his gun was still in his hand, Joey curled up behind a large crate at the end of the garage and waited for Toby. Looking over his shoulder, he could see the men in black and Eric arguing about a silver case in the middle of the room.

What, where did that come from? Looking more closely, Joe's eyes widened as realization hit him that Eric had found the package that Joe and his boys were supposed to pick up. Shit, motherfuck! Slipping a piece of gum into his mouth, Joe looked back to see how far back Toby was. Not seeing him, panic ran through his mind. Whipping his head around, Joe cursed loudly to himself as he watched a beaten Toby being drug to the middle of the floor.

"Lookie what we found." One man in black laughed as he pushed Toby on his knees in the middle of the floor. Pulling a concealed knife form his jacket pocket, the man in black proceeded to jab it against Toby's flawless skin. "I'm going to cut you into a million pieces, kid. Yeah, and then I'm going to give each piece it's own area code; one body part for a few different dumpsters. "

"Enough," Eric snapped as he stepped up towards a shaking Toby. "What's you're name, son?" Toby remained silent. To Joey, he couldn't tell if he was being silent, or just scared stiff. "Tell me your fucking name you cocksucker!" When Toby didn't answer, Eric backhanded the man with his snub nose.

The stainless steel chrome glistened in Toby's blood under the generated lights. Falling onto his back, Toby grunted in pain as Eric stomped on his balls and held his hand loosely, but tightly, around his neck. "Who are you working for?"

Joey's eyes widened, knowing that if Toby was scared enough that he would give up his most valuable secret. He gazed on in fear, hoping that this was all just a bad dream. Hands shaking and sweat beading from his head, Joe waited for this nightmare to end, just so he could take Toby back him to his wife and two month old son. Heck, Joe wanted return home to Emily and his daughter Viola. Vi was turning fourteen tonight, and God would have to freeze hell over before he would turn up dead on his daughters birthday.

Toby gazed up hard at Eric. 'Livia, I love you baby. I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you. Gavin, take care of your mom… "Fuck you." His words were slow, but his death wasn't. As the painful words slipped from his lips, Eric's finger slammed back on the trigger, sending the 28-year-old man, father of one, into the darkness that would forever set him free. No one heard the small gasp of air as the bullet penetrated his body, execution style.

After just watching his friend being shot, Joe looked on horror as two black GMC trucks pulled up. The bed's were packed with guns and guys, waiting to be let loose on the party in the middle. He quickly recognized the man in the passenger seat as Tommy, the sick bitch that he and Toby worked for.

"What the fuck is this? SHOOT THEM!" Eric shouted.

Tommy only smirked as he stepped out of his truck and threw his hand down, allowing his men to run and attack the party in the middle. Bullets flared back and fourth, overwhelming the quite atmosphere. Tommy laughed as Eric's men moved quickly to cover their boss. The gun in Tommy's right hand continued to fire off, picking off one bodyguard at a time. Suddenly, the GMC's were pulling away and a small black Mercedes, driven by Eric, sped away while twenty plus victims lay sprawled out across the floor. Seeing the coast was clear, Joe finally stood.

His hands shook violently before he broke out into a sprint towards Toby's lifeless body. Falling to the man's side, Joey lifted him into his arms and released a strangled sob into the black jacket that he always wore. "No, no, no! Toby, think of 'Livia!" Hearing police sirens, Joey shook his tear-stained face and bolted out the back door, the same door he and five other men and only just previously used two hours before. "I'm sorry…"

CSI: Crime Scene Investigation—

Kira: Okay, I got this idea while watching Running Scare, House, and a few other shows that are just that sweet. So, I don't expect much feed back after this first chapter, but have to have the opening scene. What's a story with out an opening scene? Aye, aye, aye…

I promise, the CSI's will be in the next one!

Dark Angel Kira