Morgan's POV

I smile at the file that I had just handed to Russell… I finally finished this horrid case. We caught him. Russell plainly let's go of the file, and it descends onto the dark desk. He smiles. "Great work. I'll call Brass (A/N I don't know who to put in here now! *cries*) to pick him up" I nod. "Thanks, now get out" I roll my eyes. Standing up, I walk towards the doorway.

"Wait." I hear DB say, and I turn around, my right hand on the door frame. "I have a new case for you." I grin. A new puzzle. "A man has been strangled at the county prison… it occurred when they were switching prisoners, until it got out of hand. When the guards finally got ahold of the situation, it was already too late." I smile, this is a good one. "Go ahead to the scene, there is a officer waiting for you there." I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "So I don't get any help for such a large case?" I ask. "Uhm, Sara will meet you there in a hour, her vacation is up in…" He glances at his watch, a filled coffee mug in his right hand. "47 minutes" I nod. "Thanks" I say before exiting.

I hop into my Denali, slam the door, and immediately turn on the air conditioning.

Arriving at the "slammer", I grab my kit. Walking towards the area, I stand in front of the gray booth next to the wired fence. An African-American woman appears inside of the box, dressed in a gray blazer and skirt, with a white shirt tucked underneath. "Hello, what would your name be?" she says. "Morgan Brody" "Form of Identification?" she says, raising an eyebrow. I nod, "Sorry, not used to so much..." I hand her my badge/ID card. She nods, "You're from the crime lab, hope your partner comes soon… it ain't so pretty inside as the out." I silently shiver. The outside is scary anyway. She hands me back my ID and I watch as a few men open the large fence. I gulp and head in the maze of confinement.

Walking to the prison is just as bad as the inside… Heading through section C, I walk by a few cells. Of course, they want to interact.

"Hey Baby, they finally listened to me about my 'personal entertainment'!"

"I swear I didn't do it… I was pressured, I swear!"

"Is there anyway you will be my one call?"

"Tell Greg Sanders that I still love him… I know he still thinks about me too."

I stop dead in my tracks, and turn around. The officer next to me halts as well, but confused to why it is I stopped.

"Excuse me?" I say, thinking that I had imagined it. I look at the female prisoner through the thick metal bars. I observe her features. Her skin is fair, with dark black hair. Like… Snow White. She is beautiful… her eyelashes thick and eyebrows perfect. Automatically, I feel self-conscious.

Crossing my arms, she gives me an innocent look. "Tell him I didn't mean to hurt him" she says and I give a sympathetic look. Her features relax and her soft expression turns into an evil glare, with a large smile. She laughs a stifling noise, and I stifin. "Wow, you really fell for that, huh!" she chuckles. "How do you know Greg?" I demand. "Oh, long story hun! Maybe you should ask him… I mean, you see him everyday!" she smirks, her dark eyes piercing my confidence.

I clear my throat and point a stable finger at her. "How do you know that I know him?!" I demand once more. "You know, the LVPD Crime Lab ID badge on your hip doesn't really explain anything…" she states, clearly being sarcastic.

I roll my eyes and blush. For a CSI, I really should be on the ball.

So guys, what do you think... i've had this saved on here for a while now and I wonder if you guys even want me to continue this crazy slash when I throw Ellen (You know that crazy stripper-criminal Greg dated) into the mix... it's gonna get crazy!