A wall of grey suits entered the Las Vegas crime lab around six in morning. Each suit was worn by a tall indistinguishable man. One man led the pack stopping directly in front of Conrad Eckile. He displayed a badge and said "Mr. Eckile I'm a liaison who works for both homeland security and the FBI I need to speak to you and a Dr. Grissom in a secure office."

"Of course we always do our best to accommodate the federal government." Replied Eckile.

The grey suit just nodded falling in step behind Eckile. Eckile pulled out his phone paging Grissom to the conference room. Conrad couldn't help wonder what case the FEDS where trying to commandeer. FEDS loved to come into states and try to prove that the local officials were inept. As they arrived at the conference room Eckile sat at the table. "So what is your visit pertaining to?"

"I prefer to discuss this when Dr. Grissom arrives." Replied the suit who had remained standing feet spread apart at shoulder width and hands clasped behind his back.

The men waited in complete since for Grissom to arrive. The grey suited man seemed unfazed by the passing of time and the heavy silence. Conrad's head began to breakout in a fine sweat as he mentally went over current cases most likely to attract federal attention. None sprang to mind.

Grissom arrived the words "What's up Conrad" flowing from his lips before he noticed the man in the grey suit.

"Grissom this gentleman is from homeland security and the FBI he wants to speak to us."

"Gentleman you are in possession of a resource the government needs for matters of national security. Your Governor granted us unfettered access to this resource. Information will be on a need to know basis." The grey suit hands Eckile a letter from the governor.

Conrad

Give the federal agents ANYTHING they want. They are in charge. The President called me personally to request this. I repeat give the feds full cooperation.

Jim Gibbons

PS

Screw this up and it will be your ass.

"What do you need from us?" Asked Eckile.

"We will need an empty space for the duration of our stay. We will bring our own equipment." Replied the suit. "And we will need the exclusive services of Doctor Sara Sidle."

"I sorry gentleman their must be some mistake Miss Sidle isn't a Doctor." Informed Grissom.

"I don't make mistakes." Said the grey suit "Miss Sidle has a PhD in mathematical probability of phenotype expression in DNA."

"What?" Slipped from Eckile's lips.

"It means Sara can look at someone's DNA sequence and predict what they might look like." Grissom Replied.

"Correct Dr. Grissom she can also determine a disabilities, some diseases they might have, and ethnicity. We will need her taken off all her other cases for the next few weeks. Oh and who would you say has the most…" it was the first time the grey suit had even hesitated "calming effect on her."

Conrad glances at Grissom he had better think of someone to reign in that hot head Sara. After years of working his way to the top his whole career depended on Sidle god he should have fired her when he had the chance.

"Sara and Nick Stokes work well together." Grissom suggested

"Fine I'll need both their exclusive service for a few weeks. We will of coarse loan you two CSI to fill in for them. If someone could page Strokes and Sara we might as well get this over with."

Grissom wonder about this but said nothing. Nick arrived first and enquired why he was paged.

"Oh you'll see soon enough." Was the grey suits second cryptic comment in the span of moments.

Sara entered the room her entire demeanor changing the instant her eyes land on the grey suited man. "No. Absolutely not Abrams. I told you last time never again and I meant it." Sara flipped on her heals and stormed out of the room.

"That went better than I expected." Stated Abrams who turned to Nick. "Your job is to get her back into this room in the next half hour. If you fail I will have one of my men drag her in here kicking and screaming."

Nick opened his mouth but words failed to come out.

"Nick go now." Ordered Grissom. Nick headed to the door glancing back in confusion.

"What exactly will Sara be doing and why doesn't she want to do it?" Grissom asked Abrams.

From the doorway tall dark haired man with classical features wearing a very expensive tailored suit replied "Sara will be assisting me."

"And who are you?" Demanded Gil.

"Doctor Gilbert Sidle."

"Her brother?" asked Eckile.

"I wish." Muttered Abrams.

Locking his eyes with Grissom Dr. Sidle said directly to him "No her husband."