This is my first CSI story, so I hope you like it. I don't own any of characters from CSI. I do, however, own the main character and any characters that show up, and the plot. Like I said, this is my first CSI story... so I hope it doesn't suck... ;/

City of Crime

Chapter One: Crash & Burn Part 1

"Here I go," Kate Johnson said aloud as she pushed open the door to her red BMW, grabbing her black leather jacket at the same time before climbing out.

Kate pushed the door shut while she kept her eyes on the building in front of her. She then made her way to the entrance of the Las Vegas Crime Lab.


"A beetle, an interesting insect," Kate said to Gil Grissom, the supervisor of the team.

Grissom lifted his head up, his eyes meeting hers. "Indeed. Did you know that there are more species of beetles than species of plants?"

Kate gave him a nod in reply. "I also know there are about 350,000 named species of beetles in the world and many more unnamed species."

Grissom stared at her with an impressed expression on his face. "I'm impressed," he said standing up after setting the beetle back in its case. He stepped around the desk and up to Kate. "Gil Grissom. Welcome to Forensics," he spoke as he stuck his hand out for her to shake.

"Kate Johnson," she returned the motion.

"I hope you're ready for the graveyard shift?" he asked.

"I'm ready as I'll ever be."

"Shall we get to business, then?"


Grissom and Kate finished up some paper work she had to sign, and then they headed for another room where the rest of the team was that night.

"Everyone, I'd like you to meet Kate Johnson," Grissom said looking at Catherine Willows, Warrick Brown, Nick Stokes, Greg Sanders, and Sara Sidle.

"Hey, welcome," Warrick spoke up first, greeting her with a hand shake.

"Thanks," Kate smiled as she shook his hand.

"We have one thing you need to know before starting," Grissom started, knowing it will be hard to talk about the subject of their last hire; Holly Gribbs.

"Alright," Kate said looking at Grissom, waiting for him to tell her what she needed to know.

"No matter what, you won't work alone. Even if there's an officer with you at a scene, you won't be there without one of us with you," Grissom told her.

"Why's that?" Kate asked as her eyebrow rose slightly. She looked at the others and saw their facial expressions had changed; looking like the subject was hard to talk about.

"Before you, or Sara, there was someone else," Grissom began. "Holly Gribbs. She was at a scene, taking prints. The officer that was with her, left. Someone walked in and they shot her."

"Oh my…" Kate whispered, surprised and saddened by the news.

"She died at the hospital," Warrick spoke up, remembering what Sara had told him the day Holly died.

"That's so sad," Kate said feeling bad for their loss and the loss for Holly's family.

"That is why you can't be alone at a scene," Grissom said.

"I understand," Kate nodded.

"Good," Grissom said before stepping toward the door, he turned back around to face them again, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some things to do," he then walked out of the room and down the hallway.

Kate turned to look at everyone, unsure what to do now.

"Have a seat with us and chat," Nick said pointing to an empty chair across from him.

Kate walked over to the table and took a seat, pulling off her jacket at the same time and hung it on the back of her chair.

"Kate, you are about to join one hell of a ride by joining us," Warrick said.

"I know. I'm ready for it."


Catherine and Kate climbed out of the vehicle once they reached the scene they were told to go to later that night. Catherine glanced at Kate and saw her staring at the light blue Ford Explore that crashed into the side of a building. "Ready?"

Kate met Catherine's gaze, and nodded.

The two walked up to the car, equipment in hand, and gloves already on.

"Brass said someone called this in about a half an hour ago when they heard the crash," Catherine said looking into the driver's side window. "Driver's a male."

Kate stood on the other side of the car and checked things out on that side before she went up to the front and looked through the other window. She saw that the male was slumped over in his seat, head hung over the steering wheel slightly, blood dripped onto the lap, seat, and floor, along with blood spatter on the windshield.

"Looks like he's been shot," Catherine said shining her flashlight upon the body, examining the man. "He has a gun shot wound to the back of his head."

"Someone shot him while he was driving?" Kate questioned, also shining her flashlight on him.

"Looks like it," Catherine responded.

"If there was someone else in the car, their fingerprints should be somewhere inside," Kate said now looking into the backseat.

"Check around after you take some photos of the scene, while I find out who he is," Catherine said as she took out her camera and took a picture of the man and the front seat, and the window before she checked for a wallet. She found his drivers license. "Brad Sawyer. 27 years old. He lived in Las Vegas, Nevada. Money is still in the wallet."

Kate looked up from the backseat and at Catherine. "It's a shame," she said standing up straight. "Young man killed in his own car. Who could do such a thing?"

"Once we get more evidence and find a possible suspect, we'll eventually find out that answer," Catherine replied as she swapped some of the blood off the windshield.

"Until then, let's see what the evidence has to tell us…"


"Oh, man…" Warrick said making his way up to a body in an alley with Nick behind him.

In front of them, there lied a female that had been set on fire.

Nick licked his lips, his eyes fixed on the body. He stepped closer as he put the gloves on and then knelt down, getting a closer look of the corpse, "burnt and then tossed on trash bags like she didn't matter."

Warrick bent down beside him. "Someone sure was pissed at her to be able to do this to her."

"Yeah," Nick said as he moved news paper away from her face. He pulled out his camera and snapped a shot of her before turning her head in his direction, having her face, face him.

Warrick stood up, searching the area for any evidence.

Nick shone his flashlight on the body and let the light stay on her for a moment longer, looking at her face. Her green eyes stared lifelessly back at him. He sighed, shaking his head, looking away from her and toward the paved ground. He noticed something lying beside her. Shining his flashlight on it, he saw it was some kind of fabric. "I got a piece of clothing."

Warrick turned around and looked at the blue material. "Could be the Vic's?"

Nick looked at the victim and then looked at the fabric again. "I don't think so."

Warrick was about to say something when he saw something sticking out of one of the trash bags. He bent down and picked it up, examining it. "I think you're right. Whoever dumped the body got their pants caught on the tip of this coat hanger."

Nick looked over at hanger. "Could be," he agreed.

The two continued to examine the scene before heading back to the lab.