Two silver Hummers pulled up to the beach side condos. It was eight in the morning, and it was a Saturday, so neither of the CSIs was amused. "Okay, honestly, for what am I missing sleep?" Ryan asked when he saw Natalia get out of the Hummer.

"A dead body. Murderers don't follow our sleep schedules." Natalia said, handing Ryan a cup of coffee. Ryan stared at Natalia. "Just take it before my 3 hours of sleep self steals it back from you." Natalia dead panned, sighed. Both of them drank the coffee in near record time, the liquid burning their throats.

"So, you look like you had a worse night than I did." Ryan smirked and Natalia glared him. They were already half way to the sixth floor where the scene was.

"I couldn't fall asleep till about 5 this morning, and then the duty call came." Natalia said as the elevator beeped and the doors opened to let them onto the sixth floor. Blue carpet lined the hallway, paintings of sorts on the wall. It looked a bit more like a hotel than a condo. "I get severe cases of isonomia, if you were wondering." Natalia said. "And why the hell did I just say that?" Natalia snapped at herself, ducking under the crime scene.

"Well, I don't know, but I was wondering." Ryan said as they looked around the living room of the condo. The place was more like a piece of modern art work rather than a home. The ceiling was caved in, skylights dotting it. The kitchen was made purely of green items, while the living room was composed of black and white items. "Where's the body?" Ryan asked, looking around the kitchen.

"Bathroom." Natalia said, as the two of them headed towards the bathroom. "The maid found the body-"

"Wait, the maid?" Ryan interuppted, Natalia glaring at him impatiently.

"You're not deaf Ryan, so please, quit faking that you are." Natalia snapped.

"Sorry, just why would someone need a maid in a condo?" Ryan frowned, as they entered the bathroom. The bathroom was about a half of what the living room was. The body, a male in his 50s was in the tub, wearing a purple silk robe, blood infused water surrounding it. A shock of silence overtook Ryan.

"You okay?" Natalia asked, looking at Ryan who was staring at the body, confusion plastered on his face.

"I'm fine, it's just that-" Ryan paused, looking for words that would explain the situation.

"It's just that what?" Natalia egged him on, hoping for a straight forward answer.

"The vic. He's one of my old bookies." Ryan said, his brow still furrowed. "God, how I tried to bury that past." Ryan sighed, crouching down next to a drop of blood on the tile flooring.

"You can't bury or out run your past. It's there, and until someone invents time travel, it's going to be there, and the only things that you can do about it, is admit that you screwed up and live with it." Natalia sighed, looking around the bathroom for signs of struggle. "No signs of struggle, what do you think happened?" Natalia asked, Ryan still staring at the body.

"I'll say surprise attack or he was sedated with something. Those two, or the killer was someone that he knew and didn't take as much of a threat." Ryan said. "And then of course there are a few dozen people that just wanted him dead." Ryan stood up, pulling off his gloves and pulling out his cell phone. "Tom needs to get over here so that we can process the crime scene properly." Ryan said.

"Yeah. I'll go check out the rest of the rooms." Natalia said.

=x=

"Dr. Loman, what do we have?" Horatio asked as Tom inspected the body.

"Single gunshot to the chest, he died of hemorrhagic shock. Blood loss, that is." Tom said, as his assistants brought in a body bag.

"Anything else?" Horatio asked, and Tom nodded.

"Found this in his robe pocket." Tom said, handing Horatio a waterlogged, blood covered deck of cards. "Not everyone carries a deck of cards in their robe pocket." Tom mused, and disappeared with his assistants and the body.

"Mr. Wolfe-" Horatio called Ryan out of the bedroom where he and Natalia were collecting evidence.

"Yeah, H?" Ryan asked, walking over to where Horatio was standing.

"You said that you had previous contact with the victim." Horatio said, and Ryan sighed.

"When I was gambling, he was one of my bookies." Ryan said his voice low. "We've got at least a few dozen suspects, because everyone that owed him money wanted him dead. I won't lie, at one point, I wanted him dead too." Ryan said.

"If we have a few dozen suspects, then we better get to work." Horatio said, before leaving Ryan standing in the door way.

WHOOO~

So, this is like this year new and amazing and interesting novel fanfic. Except this one will be short and not have 7 more fanfics/books.

I know it's not great, I know it's pretty "I didn't do my research" like, but I wrote it at 1am on Nov 1.

Reviews?