Wow, my first not-just-300-and-something-word story. i'm proud of myself. all mistakes are mine...even if i wish they weren't. oh well. I had some help from a friend of mine to develop the story...so big thanks to her (woo) . anyway enough of talking ...typing...whatever. enjoy. oh btw: italics are taylors thoughts.

Disclaimer: nope i still dont own csi...or batman...or superman...i dont own alot of things sigh oh well, i only own Taylor...and Becca well i own her character...she's based on a friend.

"Excuse me; I'm looking for Doctor Grissom"

Judy turned her head to see a brunette standing opposite the reception desk, a slight accent hinted if her voice, "I'm sorry he's out at the moment, I can take a message, or you can wait, but it may take a while."

"Oh ok then" British, definitely British, "Then can you see if CSI Sidle is here, she's the other name down on here" she held a slightly crumpled piece of paper in her hand motioning to it with a nod.

"One moment," she looked at the log book in front of her, "It says here she's still in the building, I can call her for you if you want."

"No thank you, if I can, I'll find her myself," she received an odd look from the receptionist, "Oh sorry, I'm Detective Inspector Taylor Reye, I'm here to help on the Harlan case" Yep definitely British.

"Oh yeah, I was told there'd be someone coming" she reached over the desk and pulled out a visitors pass and 2 forms, "You'll need that, and you'll also need to fill out these forms, one for the pass and the other for your gun" The British woman looked down at the Glock 17 on her waist.

"Oh, I forgot about that, sorry" with a nervous laugh she filled out the forms needed to help the other CSI's and carry her gun. She handed them over and received the visitors pass which was held in the blondes hand.

"CSI Sidle will be in the break room probably, that or one of the labs" The brunette smiled at her.

"Thanks" she turned and headed in the direction the receptionist pointed. 'Hopefully this will be easy...oh who am i kidding'

She headed down the hall, looking in the windows of the labs she passed by, 'wow we seriously need to get some of this equipment at the CID' she stopped in her tracks as she saw 2 men walking round the corner arguing over something…that sounded like…batman and superman?

"I'm telling you G, Batman would win that fight any day" The dude with the Texan accent said to his spiky haired cute, 'cute? Where'd that come from?', friend walking beside him.

"Nah, superman would beat batman hands down", 'G' answered.

"Definitely, Superman would kick Batman's ass, his super suit is no match for pure strength, with the help of his fan girls of course" Both men looked up at the unknown woman speaking to them.

"See, she agrees with me," spiky hair beamed, "Thanks, and you owe me 50" he turned to his friend who groaned and pulled out his wallet.

She chuckled and passed them and headed towards the general direction she was directed to. Again looking into some of the labs and wishing the equipment to be at the lab at home…
"Hey, watch it!" She jumped as a man almost ran into her, sending papers flying.

"Sorry, wasn't looking where I was going" she picked up some of the papers, "need any help picking this up?"

"No I got it" he looked up and met her eye level,"just be more careful ok, some of these papers are important to get bad guys behind bars" he bustled off, almost bumping into someone else, shouts of "What the hell" and "HODGES" rang down the hall.

"That guy needs a slap" she thought, spotting a practically empty room with someone engrossed in a forensic magazine, "I'll bet 100 quid that's who I think it is". She headed directly for it and opened the door, really quietly, but she could have jumped in there and sang the loudest most annoying song she knew and still the other brunette wouldn't have moved. She crept up behind her and spotted the article she was reading, 'Finger print dusting: Waste of time or a dying art', hmm, she really needs a hobby…still".

"Well" Sara literally jumped 3 feet in the air, "Thanks for telling me you moved to Vegas." Sara spun and looked at the slightly taller brunette in front of her, 'yeah she's definitely gonna kill me'.

"Tay! What the hell?!" Sara all but throttled the other woman.

"Decided to surprise you Sar', Taylor picked up the magazine, "and I got bored".

"That wasn't funny;" She grabbed the crumpled paper from her hand and threw it on the table, "What are you doing here anyway?"
"I'm helping you on the Harlan case" Taylor sat down smiling, "well you and Dr Grissom, of course".

"They sent you?" Sara sat opposite her, "Why?"

"Wow, I feel so loved at the moment", Tay sat back in her chair, pretending to be really hurt.

"That's not what I meant…you're a detective, you don't collect evidence in England right?"

"No, but all the evidence comes to me, God Sara you did English law and police force history for what… a year at Uni and you still don't get it"

Sara pouted, "It's complicated, and that's why I didn't join the police force here or over there".

They were interrupted by the Texan and spiky hair entered the room still fighting over the whole Batman Vs Superman thing.

"I'm serious, Batman would so win! He's got a super cool suit and everything!" Texan was practically shouting now.

"Yeah, well superman has super strength, laser vision, and can fly, really fly!"

"I thought I told you already, superman and his fan girls would kick Batman's ass!" Taylor shouted at the 2 men, her British accent returning to her original northerners' one.
"Sorry" both mumbled and headed to the coffee pot, leaving the two women smirking behind them.
"Wow, they don't even know you and you have them scared stiff, you gotta teach me that" Sara sounded impressed, even surprised
"Yeah, who are you anyway?" Greg turned like he'd just remembered what he was going to ask her, almost sending the pot flying out of Nick's hands.
"I'm Taylor, and that's..." all heads turned to the door as a very angry Catherine walked in followed by a confused looking Warrick.
"I said I as sorry Cath" he sounded desperate, "how was I supposed to know that it was a loose connection?"

"You check before you send me under the car with my favourite jeans on, now they're ruined...who the hell are you" she spotted Taylor sitting across from Sara
"Like I just said, I'm Taylor, I'm waiting for dr Grissom".
"Oh" that was Catherine's response before she grabbed herself a coffee and sat down, "So how'd you get in here? If you're 'just waiting' you'd be in reception still".
Tay looked over at Sara who shrugged and went back to Reading her forensics magazine she was looking at before she was rudely interrupted by a certain woman.
"sorry I'm late, got stuck at the scene, was a suicide after all" Grissom came into the room, files under one arm, assignments in the other hand looking like he'd just been hit with a leaf blower.

"OK, people assignments, Sara you have a" he stopped when he saw Taylor sitting there, "who are you?"
Taylor stood up and held out a hand, "Detective Inspector Taylor Reye from CID, England, I'm here to help you on the Harlan case" he shook her hand as everyone else, apart from Sara, has the look of surprised across their faces, " well me and my partner if she ever gets here".

"Who?" Sara looked up from the article she was reading.
"Detective Sergeant Rebecca Reid, and no I don't think you know her" she glanced at Sara, " she's supposed to be making sure our evidence got here in one piece, can't trust airlines today"
"Well, I'm Gil Grissom" he pointed to the guys in turn, "that's Catherine Willows, Warrick Brown, Nick Stokes and..."
"Hi, I'm Greg Sanders" he leapt over to her and took her hand as if to shake it, "a pleasure to meet you. How is jolly old England?"
She laughed," not so jolly, and a little on the cold and windy side", she pulled her hand away from the eager young csi and sat back down.
"I'm pretty sure Becca will be here soon though". 'I hope or I'll kill her' she thought to herself.

well...what you think? review please!! no flames though...i'll cry...i'm serious.