A/N: Okay, so this takes place basically right after Three CSIs Sitting In A Row ends, but there's a different villain and everything. Anyway, I hope I don't dissappoint you after the fabulousness of Silver Hair Fox.

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Pamela walked out to her car, remembering the firy kisses Nick had given her, the passion blazing in his eyes, the way he'd touched her softly, as if she would disappear if he got too close. She smiled when she looked back and saw him in the window, a lovesick look on his face. She waved as she got into her car, and drove down his street, away from his condo, away from his kisses.

She ran one hand through her thick brown hair and pulled over. Steam had begun to billow in thick clouds from the hood of her Denali. "I bet the radiator's cracked," she thought anxiously, hopping through the door and going over to the front of the car. She took off the jeanjacket she was wearing, throwing it on top of the car, and placed her hands on the hood, lifting it up. Her thin arms were roped with muscles, and she soon had the hood held up in one hand, her flashlight in the other. She was trying to get closer to the problem without dropping the hood on her head when she heard the metallic click of a gun being cocked.

"Step away, drop the hood, and I won't shoot." Pamela did as she was told, leaving her jeanjacket on the roof of her Denali and backing away. The hood of the car thunked down as she let go.

Without warning, a gloved hand reached around her, holding a white cloth to her face. It reeked with the stench of chloroform. She coughed a little, breathing in the fumes, and the edges of her vision started to blur. A black haze clouded her mind and then she was aware of nothing.

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Maddy awoke in Warrick's bed. She rolled out of the sweatsoaked blankets, pulling on her jeans, t-shirt, and bra after she'd located them on the floor. She hastily scrawled a note, leaving it on his bedside table.

Warrick-

Now that I've been with you, I realized that we weren't right for eachother. I really like you, but only as a close friend. Nothing more. I hope that the fact that we've been together doesn't stand in the way of our friendship, because I care so much about you. I just don't think you're the one, and I don't want to miss the chance if he comes along. Thank you for being my friend, my lover, my co-worker, my brother. You've been everything to me, more than everything. This is just one thing you can't be. I'm so sorry if you don't feel the same way.

Love always,

Maddy

She stuck the note and the pen under his alarm clock, grabbed up her cell phone and her gun, and walked out the door. His apartment building was spooky at night, the buzz of the flouresant lights in the elevator, the emptiness of the halls and the lobby. She walked out the lobby door, the streetlamp above her casting an eerie glow over the sidewalk. "Shit," she said under her breath. She'd left her bug at the lab, having ridden with Warrick to the restaurant and his apartment.

"Guess I'm walking home," she thought, not even considering buzzing up to Warrick's apartment to get a ride home. "I don't live that far from here..."

In truth, it was only about an hour and a half to walk.

About half an hour away from her apartment she noticed a black cat walking across the sidewalk in front of her. It turned and hissed, sending shivers down her spine. Before she knew what was happening, a hand had siezed her blue-green hair and yanked it back, forcing her to bend her head backwards. The cool steel of a knife slid next to her throat, and her felt her breath hitch, tears threatening to spill over from her light green eyes.

A cloth had been shoved roughly over her face, forced on so tightly that her breath was coming slower, her body was slumping against the assailant. Finally her mind went mercifully blank. She fell to the ground and was dragged to the large SUV waiting to take her, another skull knocking against her own in the back of the vehicle.

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"God, Greggy," Natasha said, looking up at her friend from the hospital bed. "What am I going to do? Brass is basically unavailable. I feel like I've known him all my life but I know nothing about him..."

Greg looked sympathetically down at her. His brown eyes were filled with concern, and he looked down into his lap, searching in his hand for something to say. "I'm sure if you just say something to him, ask him to have dinner with you, something..." He trailed off, not fully speaking about Natasha's problems. He was contemplating his own dilemma, drowning in a puddle of self-pity.

"I'm so sorry, Greg, I forgot you have your own life..." He smiled sadly down.

"Thanks for noticing. Any idea on what I should do? I really like Maddy..." He stared into her brown eyes, searching for an answer.

Tasha decided a quote was in order. "I'm not the best one to ask, my face is pressed against love's glass." She sang softly, letting the words stay on the tip of her tongue for a moment before voicing them. Greg looked at her oddly, then opened his mouth to speak.

"I'm gonna go home," he said, squeezing her hand once before standing and walking out of the room.

Left with her own thoughts, Nikki folded her hands in her lap. She closed her eyes, hearing a doctor walk into the room. She opened her eyes to find a stranger in a black mask. His hand came down over her mouth, the acrid smell of ether filling her nostrils. She was picked up by the man, carred to the window, and dropped carelessly down to a few other masked men waiting below. He slid down a rope after her, pulling it down once he'd reached the ground.

"Let's go!" He barked, waving them towards an SUV parked on the curb. They bound her wrists and ankles, shoving her in next to the still forms of two other employees of the Las Vegas crime lab.

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A/N: Let me know what you think in reviews! I love them! Also, I won't be able to update often on account of my fractured wrist. Sorry!

Hugs and Kisses.

Maddy