Okay, so I got bored and had this character Anna drifting in my mind for quite some time, but I never really wanted to make a fanfic because I don't feel like I can write crime scene stuff that well. However, here is the beginning, and I want you all to tell me what you think.

I do not own any of the CSI series (LV, NY, or Miami) because if I did, I would not need to write fanfiction, I would write episodes. Haha. Anyway, the only people I do own are Anna and her children.

Pairings (later on, either directly stated, or otherwise implied) are: SM, DL, a tad bit of G/C and Snickers lovin' from the original CSI, and GregOC.

The Prologue

It was first brought up because we were all sitting in one room together, which rarely happens.

"Mom, what did they do before the days of cell phones and internet?" Eva asked from where she was reading the latest edition of Seventeen. We were all stuck together in our boarded up family room, our only company being candlelight from the center coffee table. Hurray for hurricane season, I thought with sarcasm.

I laughed at my daughter's comment, and replied: "They probably sat around and talked to each other like we're doing now."

"Dang, that would get pretty boring," Baron remarked dryly from the other side of her. Can you see where he gets his sense of humor?

"I don't know," Leala admitted looking up from her crossword puzzle, "I think it would be kind of fun, just sitting and sharing stories with each other." Of course I knew Leala would consider this fun. While Eva and Baron complained about not having their own technological accommodations to keep them occupied, Leala was the one who would be content with sitting and reading a book. And for her age level, this was quite remarkable. A little girl with an attention span…amazing.

I was glad that Noah was asleep on my lap, dreaming of things that little boys dream of, for he would want to join into the conversation with his older siblings. My husband, however, was being a good sport and chiming in with the kids.

"You know, I guess they must have been better off as families. Think about it: you all would have gone to school and came home and hung out with your dear old parents all night." At those last three words, he grabbed Baron and tousled his hair.

"Dad…" Baron whined as he was distracted from his video game. I smiled and continued to read my latest addiction: Hollywood tabloids. Call it what you might, but my teenage daughter was beginning to influence me.

"Mom, I hate working. Do you know that they had me pulling a 12 to close shift last week? That's like, 10 hours of work!" Eva complained dramatically.

"Welcome to the real world," my husband replied with a smirk. I looked over at him and winked, but politely smiled my condolences to my eldest daughter.

"Mom, Dad…what were your first jobs like?" she continued, placing her magazine on the nearest table. Her hazel eyes fixed on me. "I bet they weren't half as boring as what I do."

"Well…you wouldn't believe me if I told you. And it's a long story anyway…" I said, flipping through the glossy pages of my magazine. I knew this conversation would come up someday, and I didn't feel like addressing it quite yet.

My husband interrupted me: "Oh, come on Anna. It's the middle of a hurricane, the windows are all boarded up, and we're stuck here for another good two or three hours. We have time for some stories of all your adventures."

Baron and Leala perked up. "What adventures?" they asked simultaneously. They were used to the middle-age mother: the one who was a schoolteacher and a housewife. They had never heard of the teenage and 20-something Annabelle Leah Price.

I glared at my husband, who merely flashed me his brightest smile. He knew I couldn't resist that smile. Oh, Anna, what have you gotten yourself into? I wonder silently.

"Well, for starters, I did grow up in Miami, but you guys already knew that."

Nods from the peanut gallery.

"But, I don't think you all knew that I lived in New York for a while."

The peanut gallery (well, all except Mr. Let-the-kids-hear-your-story) shakes their heads.

"And, what you don't know is that before I was a schoolteacher, I was a Crime Scene Investigator…a CSI."

Leala is the first to perk up. "You're serious? You used to be one of those crime scene people?"

I nodded.

"Nuh-uh. That is so awesome!" Baron exclaimed, his attention officially diverted from the Mario Cart game in front of him. Oh, here we go, I thought to myself. My kids don't want to read anything educational whatsoever, but they would love to listen to me talk about dead bodies. Great. What is the world coming to?

"Oh yes. I think they need to hear some stories about your adventures Anna," my oh-so brilliant husband urged. After some more pleading by my children, and the realization of a long evening through the Floridian hurricane, I obliged.

"Alright. I will tell you the stories, starting from the beginning…"