Ok, this is my first fic, so i'd love to know what you guys think! So reviews would be great!

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own CSI, or any of the characters, although if CBS was feeling generous, i wouldn't object

CH. 1

It was 101 degrees in Las Vegas, Nevada, and as was usually the case, the crime rate was spiking along with the temperature. Gil Grissom sighed to himself as he grabbed his kit from the back of the car, and made his way under the yellow crime scene tape and inside the one story suburban house, that was his third crime scene of the day. He made his way through the house, until he came to the back bedroom. He sighed again as he stepped inside to find Catherine already waiting for him.

“Hey,” Catherine said solemnly as he entered.

“Hey,” He responded wearily, taking a moment to look around the crime scene

David Phillips was already there, and was leaning over the dead body of a blonde-haired three-year-old girl.

David glanced up from the body, and nodded at Grissom by way of greeting.

“Lividly is fixed, so she hasn’t been moved. Judging by the state of the body, I’m gonna guess COD is blunt force trauma. But we’ll have to wait until autopsy to find out for sure.” David said slowly, his eyes returning to the body.

“What do we know about the victim?” Grissom asked.

Catherine consulted the file in her hand, and read the important bits aloud.

“ Her name is Rebecca Garnet, three years old. Mother is in prison for Heroin possession with intent to distribute. Father’s name is Justin Garnet, no priors, but there was a domestic disturbance call about six months ago. Neighbors heard the girl scream, called the cops. But it was never followed up on.”

Grissom nodded, more to himself than to anyone else. Catherine looked over at him and arched an eyebrow.

“You Okay Gris?” She asked.

Grissom shook his head slightly, pulling himself out of his thoughts and back to reality.

“Yeah, Cath I’m fine,” he answered unconvincingly.

Catherine decided to let it go for now, “Uh… Window was shut and locked, and as far as we know no one but the father was here. Brass is talking to him now. He’s half drunk… The father, I mean… not Brass.”

Grissom stared silently at the body of Rebecca Garnet without responding to Catherine’s statement.

“I think it’s pretty obvious what happened,” Catherine stated grimly, following Grissom’s gaze to the body on the floor. “Dad got drunk, and Rebecca happened to make him angry.”

“Don’t get ahead of the evidence Catherine,” Grissom chided.

Catherine rolled her eyes slightly. A lot of things had changed since Sara had left, but Grissom was still Grissom.