Disclaimer: Still don't own it.

Summary: It was not even really a mistake nor was all of this really his fault, but still he could somehow be blamed. Character Death. SaraGreg

Rating: T

A/N: Yes, another story. Blame the Ruler of all Greg and Evil aka Emmithar who was also so nice to betaread this. :D

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Chapter 1: Abruptly

What pulled him out of the comfort of the light slumber he was still in was the admittedly unnerving ring-tone of his cell-phone. Luckily he had not put it far away from his bed. Tiredly Greg reached out for it, feeling Sara moving next to him as well.

"Sanders," he picked up, his voice sounding raspy from sleeping. He listened to his boss on the other side of the line, throwing a glance at the digital clock on the night stand, noticing that it was still more than three hours until his shift would actually start. He had gone to sleep only two hours ago. He tried to concentrate on what Grissom was saying and half a minute later he put down the phone, sighing, turning around to his girlfriend. Sara was awake, looking at him questioningly.

"Grissom wants us to come in early. They have a large scene in Henderson. He'll meet us there."

Their intention to catch up on sleeping had obviously failed. Sara got up quickly, Greg following a little reluctantly, not really enjoying the prospect of getting in early, especially to such a large scene as it had sounded in Grissom's description. It would probably mean that the next day would be well-advanced before they would be finished. His plans on taking Sara out had been interfered for two subsequent weeks now, due to an early call-in, a double shift or other mostly work-related issues always getting in their way.

When Greg had finally managed to get out of bed and dressed in some random shirt that had been lying around, too tired to really care, he made his way into the kitchen, hearing Sara already rummaging around there. She had started brewing coffee and Greg was more than thankful for it.

Ten minutes later they had both crammed down some bits of food and some hot coffee, hurrying to get out of the house. Greg was only too ready to let Sara drive them to the scene, even though they were using his car. He was tired and exhausted from the last day that had once again included a double shift. Sara seemed to cope with it way better. Of course she had more years of experience than he did with being called in early when you were actually supposed to sleep. Working in DNA had meant at least comparatively steady hours, at least starting hours, even though he had often needed to stay longer when results were needed urgently in hot cases or when they were especially swamped and he needed to catch up.

His thoughts had drifted away in this manner while they were driving and Sara had remained almost silent, the only sound being the quiet sound of some news station coming out of the radio. At first she only threw some glances at him, frowning.

"You're okay?" Sara finally asked him. Greg lifted his head from where he had laid it on his arm that leaned on the door of the car, looking at her.

"Yeah." He was okay. Tired, but fine apart from that. He only had to manage to not fall asleep right now.

"You are so quiet," Sara argued. That was how she would always notice when something was wrong with him and Greg chuckled briefly because of it, causing Sara to smile as well.

"I'm just tired," he told her truthfully.

Sara nodded silently, obviously satisfied with this answer.

When they finally arrived at the scene and were getting out of the car, Greg saw Grissom standing not far away from their parking spot, waiting for them. The cool night air helped Greg in getting awake and he hoped that he would not be stuck somewhere in sticky air inside.

Grissom led them towards an old warehouse that was surrounded by several other derelict buildings. They entered, followed by a police officer, greeting several others who were already waiting inside. The scene itself was unclear, several smaller rooms lying on each site of a larger storeroom, and full of debris. The power did not work so their only sources of light were their flashlights.

"We have four dbs altogether," one police officer told them. "Two behind there," he added, pointing at the room at very end of the building. "One in the next room, and another one in the storeroom."

Grissom turned around to Greg and Sara. "Sara, you take the db over there," he pointed with his flashlight into the general direction of the storeroom. Greg did not see the body though that was supposed to be there, as it was way too dark and the flashlight illuminated only a small part of the room.

"Greg, you come with me," Grissom said then and Greg nodded and followed his boss, the police-officer who had just reported about the bodies walking in the front, while Sara stayed behind, turning to work the db in the storeroom. Greg looked quickly over his shoulder back at her but she had already turned away so that he did not catch her gaze again. Later, he told himself.

Greg took in his surroundings, letting his flashlight wander, following Grissom's steadily held light in front of him. He assumed that they would need hours and hours to process the whole scene. Evidence could be found everywhere, but the scattered debris would especially aggravate their task. Greg wondered ironically why people could not be killed in more neatly arranged surroundings.

They entered a small room and Greg was soon able to see the body of a man in the glow of his flashlight. It was half covered with a blanket that concealed the face of the man.

"Greg, you take this room," Grissom ordered. "Don't overlook anything," he added and walked towards the neighboring room where the last two bodies were supposed to be. Greg frowned but turned to work then. He heard how his boss and the police-officer left the room, and crouched down to get a better look on the body. He would have to remove the blanket to be really able to see the area around the body.

He took some pictures first so that the scene could be reconstructed later. Then he started to carefully pull on the blanket with gloved hands, realizing quickly though that it was caught on the other side under a heavy board. He tried to shove that aside but found out immediately that this had been a bad idea, when the wall next to him started to crunch and more debris that had been stabilized by the board before fell down. Greg cursed at first quietly when it landed on the body, but swore then louder when some of it hit him as well.

"Can somebody help me here please?" he called, hoping for someone to come up and help him stabilize the scene again. He was neither keen on getting anything of all of this on his head, nor on getting into trouble because the body had been harmed, or rather damaged. The dead one could not really be harmed anymore. One moment later the officer that had accompanied them earlier into this room walked in and approached to help Greg who looked thankfully at him.

Greg never really knew what happened. From one moment to the other shots were ripping through the previously quiet night in that the only sounds had been the quiet talks between the officers at the scene. The shots were instantly followed by shouts, more shots throughout the whole warehouse and eerily crunching and breaking of stone and wood. Flashlights that had been shining died suddenly, while others were switched on quickly. Chaos occupied the scene and when it had been conquered some minutes later, the officer in charge had the hardest task, when he had to make a call to the crime lab to report that they had two injured and one dead CSI.

TBC