Author: Merrianna

Story: Prison of Sorrow: Prologue: 0 of ?

Series: Speed Burn

Characters: Those from first four Season. Others are orignal fictional character's.

Rating: R

Summary: An accidental killing in prison leads two CSI's into a hostage Situation. How do they find the killer and get out with their lives.

Setting: After fourth season finale "Bloodlines".

Spoiler: Anything that has happen before Fifth Season.

Category: Drama, Romance and Humor

Note: For my story I have the prison having air conditioning. I'm unsure where they do or not. If some does know let me know.

Disclaimer: I don't in any way own the series CSI. Those are the sole property of Anthony E. Zuiker, Jerry Bruckheimer, CBS and Paramount Home Entertainment.

Distribution: Please ask first?

Feedback: Yes, please? Especially constructive. merriannadragon@yahoo.com

Webpage: http://www.geocities.com/samwise_baggins/index.html

The late spring Nevada sun had blazed all day, raising the temperate to an uncomfortable ninety degrees. Those who could, found shelter in air conditioned cars, businesses and homes. Still there were some unable to do so. As the day waned, people bustled home going from one refuge to the next.

The imamates that waited for their final court dates worked in some of damaged areas that were left by the year’s winter weather. Just like those that had the freedom to come and go as they pleased, the prisoners of the Southern Nevada Correctional Center were also heading back into their air conditioned cells. The day had been long and the ten men who had labored though the day were hot and sticky with the heat; it made tempers flare. This was usually addressed by the guards, but on this day, whether from the heat or the lack of enthusiasm, guards were slow to break up the fist fight that had started over who-knew-what.

The eight other men huddled around the chaos, not picking sides, just watching for the entertainment value. The match up was like the WWF or the biblical Samson vs. Goliath. The small Hispanic man seemed to have an advantage, but as the larger man's fist flew size indeed seemed to make a difference. The smaller dark-skinned man couldn't seem to keep his feet and with a bone-cracking sound the fight appeared to be over.

As the guards finally pulled the bystanders away so they could stop the commotion, it was evident to all that, with only the large man standing and the other on the ground not moving, the assault was the least of Alex Johns' worries.