1 SD- I don't own CSI, only Caryn and any others I make up

1.1 Prologue

"Time of death?" Catherine asked looking down at the dead man's body.

"I'd say around midnight, but Robbins'll find out," replied Grissom. Grissom looked over his shoulder, "Sara can you…"

"Dust the front door for prints," the young, brown-hared woman said, cutting him off. "Doing!"

Grissom looked at Catherine, "how'd she know?"

"After you work with someone for a while you start to learn their habits," said Catherine, shrugging.

Suddenly, the front door of the house, which was now the crime scene, opened. A young woman walked in. Her hands were gloved and her hair was held back into a ponytail. Grissom looked at her, then at Catherine.

"Catherine, did you put up the tape?" he asked.

"Yes," she said, clearly confused.

Grissom sighed and walked over to the woman. She was looking over the crime scene with a dazed look on your face.

"Excuse me miss," he said, "this is a crime scene, unless you are with the police department you must go," he said. He looked her over; she didn't have a badge on.

She looked up at him.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, smiling up at him, "I forgot to put this on." She took something out of her pocket and put it on, it was a CSI level 3 badge. Grissom stared at her, confused, because he hadn't seen her at the lab before. Catherine, Sara, and Nick (the only ones there) came over to see the commotion.

"My I ask your name?" Grissom asked the woman, it was more a command.

"Of course," she said. "I am Caryn McCannon, I am the new CSI, they said to meet you here." She said.

She looked at Sara for a second, then the door, then the window, then over to the kitchen where the backdoor was.

"You might want to dust the backdoor, the killer wouldn't have come in through the front door, it would be to obvious," she said.

Everyone stared at her; it was the first time anyone actually got a good look at her. She had deep, green, expressive eyes that could send a shiver down your spine. Her hair was raven black, even though it was up they could tell it fell to her waist. She was slender but well built. She had a mysterious air about her.

"How do you know that?" asked Grissom suspiciously.

"I never fully introduced myself," Caryn said, "I am Caryn, forensic scientist and profiler." "You really do want to dust it now," Caryn told Sara, who, still stunned, went to dust the backdoor.

"Well, Caryn," said Grissom, "I am Grissom, your boss, and this is Catherine, that, over there is Nick, and the one you just told to go to the backdoor was Sara."

Caryn looked around, clearly confused, "I was told there were others," she said.

"There are," said Catherine, smiling, "they are on another case at the moment."

"Ah, ok," said Caryn, stepping by them when Sara came in, got the rest of her fingerprint kit and rushed out again. "Told her so," said Caryn, she picked up the red rose in the middle of the room and put it in an evidence bag, then handed it to Grissom. After that she bowed her head and left.

"Now that was weird," said Nick who was taking fibers from the carpet for identification purposes.