Okay, this is going to progress into a crossover so be aware as this is my first attempt at that. I'm just writing this for enjoyment, and that's all. While I do research for my stories, I'm always welcome of constructive criticism. For those who review to just say 'you suck', well, bite me, 'cause you're an ass for just being a jerk. Just getting that out there now.

I know many of you have read my previous stories and know I am known for killing characters; well all I'm going to say is no promises here. Big thanks to Jersey, as she is my motivation, and talks me down off the cliff when I get the itch to kill someone.

I do not own any of the characters in this story unless they are from my imagination, so don't sue me over a little fun with awesome characters.

Eternity Without You

Chapter 1

It was a typical clear, cool evening in the Nevada desert for mid October. The waters along Lake Las Vegas were gently lapping at the shoreline. The south shoreline of the lake was inhabited and taken over by housing developments, but the north was still deserted.

Along the north bank Tom Hammond was pulling his small boat onto the shore. He made an effort as to not upset the five gallon bucket that held his evenings catch. "Don't you worry my darlings; we'll be home in an hour."

"You sure about that?"

Tom spun around at the sudden voice behind him. "Who are you?"

The man smiled at him in a way that made Tom uncomfortable. "Why the questions?"

"Can't you just be glad to see us?" A woman appeared next to his boat. She began inspecting his catch.

"Umm…I just want to load my boat into my truck and leave. I don't want no trouble." He was nervous as the man approached him.

"Don't worry, we don't want you to be any trouble."

The woman jumped on his back. Tom heard a hiss before feeling her bite down on his neck. He desperately tried to fight her off but the man kicked his legs out from under him and he fell to the ground.

"Leave some for me." The man bit the opposite side of Tom's neck.

Tom felt the sharp teeth instantly pierce his skin. He was never one to believe in the myths and fiction stories of vampires but now he was a believer as his life was literally being drained from his body.

Both the immortals drained as much blood from the man that they could. Once he was emptied they proceeded to tear chunks of flesh from the throat to cover up the evidence they may have left behind. After they were finished the two satisfied vampires disappeared into the dense vegetation.

Grissom entered CSI and picked up the messages in his box without missing a stride. Last time he had entered his office he discovered the miniature of Sara under the car.

He shook off the mental image and put his briefcase down and went through the messages sorting out the nights assignments. It had been a while since he had been out in the field and one scene caught his eye.

Without hesitation Grissom headed down towards the conference room where his team normally gathered. All eyes were upon him when he entered, and he knew they all had one question.

He decided to answer it before they asked. "Sara's doing well. And I don't know what's going to happen here now that Ecklie knows about our relationship, but I doubt she will be back with us."

All of their mouths fell open. "Gil, I can do Sara's evaluations to keep it fair." Catherine offered.

"I know Catherine but you know as well as I do Ecklie might not see it that way." He sighed and looked at the other three faces. "I'm sure there's something we can work out, but in the mean time…" He held up the small stack of assignments. "Okay, trick-roll at the Flamingo…Warrick."

"Yessss." Warrick stood and eagerly took the slip from his supervisor.

"Next, PD believes they have found the missing dancer, Cath…" He held out the slip. "Take Greg with you."

"She's been missing for what five months?" Catherine questioned out loud.

Grissom shrugged his shoulders. "They don't even know if it's her, that's your job my dear."

Nick looked at his boss, "Am I solo tonight?"

With a grin Grissom replied, "Nope, you're with me." Nick stood and grabbed his jacket. "Suspicious death at Lake Las Vegas. Be at the truck in ten."

"Will do." Nick said as he went the opposite direction.

Grissom went to his office and sat down behind his desk. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket and dialed.

"I was wondering what was taking you so long to call and check up on me."

"Very funny, are you alright?"

Sara laughed. "Gil, you've been gone barely an hour. Yes, I'm fine. Hank and I are just watching a movie."

He grinned. "Get some rest, you need it. I will be in the field tonight so there will be times I'll be busy and may not be able to answer the phone if you call."

"I think I'll be just fine. Thanks for letting me know though."

Grissom knew she was smiling and was happy. Since her abduction it had been a long recovery and he had taken a week to spend at home with her. She was still relieving the incident in her dreams so when he returned to the lab, she was determined to stay up overnight so she could sleep with him next to her. They said their goodbyes and Grissom went out to meet Nick.

While he drove to the scene Nick asked about Sara. Grissom knew his concern wouldn't go away as easily as the others. He knew that Sara and Nick were close so he told the younger man how she was doing.

The drive seemed short as their conversation helped pass the time. The flashing lights indicated the location of the scene and Grissom pulled up and parked the SUV. Nick hopped out and grabbed his case. Grissom also retrieved his and they walked towards where a state trooper was standing.

"I'm Sergeant Stephen Metcalf; I was the first officer on the scene." The man held out his hand shaking Nick's and Grissom's.

"Gil Grissom, Nick Stokes CSI. Sergeant, tell me what you found and where you stepped." Grissom was quick to know if a cop had disrupted his scene.

"I normally patrol this side of the lake since because of the lack of residences there's a lot of activity that happens out here. I know the victim, Tom, he was a regular fisherman. He always started about dusk and would fish into the evening. I noticed his truck was still here so I stopped to check on him. That's when I noticed the body on the shore. I only stepped on his right side and was going to feel for a pulse but his throat was completely mangled. I knew he was dead so I just backed out trying to step in my existing footprints and called it in. I set up a perimeter fifty feet in every direction of the body."

"You're very thorough." Grissom commended him.

"Thank you. If you ask me I think the vampires are back."

Both Nick and Grissom looked at the officer as if he'd grown a second head.

"Vampires?" Nick couldn't help but ask.

Stephen nodded. "Yeah about eight years ago we had an outbreak of similar killings to this. People murdered, their throats ripped apart and their bodies drained of blood, but no blood pool around the body."

Grissom glanced at Nick to catch his expression before speaking. "Well, I'll let you know what we find when we examine the scene." He took Nick's arm and pushed him past the trooper. "That guy needs help."

They approached the body with caution taking in the many footprints that surrounded it. Nick decided to start casting the prints before anything or anyone disturbed them. Grissom kneeled next to the body and the first thing he took notice of was the way the man's throat was ripped open.

"There's hardly a drop of blood."

"Gotta be a body dump." Nick chimed in.

Grissom looked at the surrounding footprints. His shined his flashlight on the victim's boots and then the corresponding prints. "Can't be, I've got his boot prints right here."

Nick paused and glanced at Grissom. "So if he was walking or on his feet, there's no way his throat is ripped open like that and he doesn't bleed out."

After silently agreeing Grissom began taking a closer look at the neck injuries to the man. He held several pieces of the torn flesh up and noticed the small puncture holes. For a moment he almost wanted to say it looked like an animal attack, but the lack of blood was his biggest question.

His gut feeling was telling him that this wasn't going to be the first body he sees in this condition. Feeling eyes on him, Grissom looked up and scanned the people around. Not a one was looking at him but he had this sick feeling that he was being watched.

Oh snap! This is looking like it's going to turn into a marathon story, which I will tell you, it is. So, please review and let me know what you think so far.

TDCSI