A/N: Just something I thought up of. I'm still working on "I Wont Be Late" so don't worry about me leaving you hanging there.

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Greg, Nick, and Sara were on their way to a crime scene. The crime scene was way out in the hot desert. Brass had said that a helicopter spotted a DB by some rocks and called it in right away. When they got there, they stepped out of the tohoe and took in their surroundings. Not much, just a few cactuses and some rocks and of coarse sand. And then there was a body. about 15 yards from where they were standing there lay the perfectly still body of a middle aged man. There was a back pack laying on one side of him and a camera on the other. The three CSI's walked up to the victim. Sara was the first to speak.

"So David what do we have here?"

David looked up at her and began to talk.

"Well I haven't found any ID but from the looks of it he was bitten by a snake. It may have been venomous but that couldn't have been the cause of death."

"Why not?" Asked Greg.

"This guy looks like he's only been dead a couple of hours. It would take a lot longer than that for the venom to shut down his system."

"Find anything else?"

"Nope sorry."

"K. Thanx."

David got up and left. Sara turned around and looked at Greg and Nick.

"Ok. Greg you start processing the scene over there and I'll process the body."

"I'll be over here." Said Nick pointing at the area behind the rocks.

Greg nodded and walked over to a big cactus that had some type of cloth hanging off of the needles. He looked it over and then bagged it. He looked down at the ground and noticed a trail of foot prints. he began to follow them thinking that they might lead him to something helpful. They seemed to go on for ever. After following them for quit some while, he decided that he should go back and find Nick or Sara to inform them of the long trail of feet prints he found. He started to turn back when he heard a rattling noise coming from some old dried out bushes. Curious, he walked over to the bushes and pulled back the dried out leaves to see what was in side. Something long and scaly lunged toward him and dug two sharp fangs into his wrist. Greg jumped back and shook his arm to get that thing off of him. It went flying in the other direction. When the snake hit the ground it laid on the ground, shocked for a moment. Then Greg watched as it slithered away, hissing.

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A/N: Shall I continue or shall I not. Its up to you. Oh yeah, and if your wondering, a mojave green is a type of rattle snake found in Nevada. Now please R/R.