Authors' Note:
Okay, I updated a little. Made a few changes, since the feedback I received definitely made some sense :-)  But I have to defend my choice for Kristi a little. It wasn't a random choice because (Like I said before..somewhere) I based Kristi's character completely on me. I'm from Holland (yay for me…anyone wanna trade?) I'm 19 years old etc. Anyway, I adjusted the major mistakes, like the age problem and the characters that were off. I'm still not sure if I'd get them right, so please tell me :-)

Disclaimer: I still don't own anybody in this story…except for the bad guy, the victim and Kristi.

It's a rainy night. Rainy, windy and very busy. Red and blue lights flash across the outer walls of the old buildings. I take a deep breath while trying to keep myself warm by jumping up and down a little. Not that it's really helping me or something, in fact, I'm only getting tired of it… Suddenly and without any warning (I guess that's why they call it suddenly, because there's hardly ever a warning when something happens suddenly) a big black car stops only a few inches from my feet. Even before I can realize what just happened, a man throws open the door and jumps out of the car.

As he walks over to me, I realize that I'm not wearing my ID pass. "Good evening Miss, Las Vegas CSI, my name is Warrick Brown. Miss, are you aware that you're trespassing a murder scene?" I'm grinning, I can't quite help myself: "I wouldn't call it trespassing, but yes, I know that this is a crime scene. But then again, I have permission to be here". As  I say this I show him my ID card. "Kristi Stone, I'm here in Las Vegas to investigate several cases before I go back to Holland". Another guy gets out of the car. Note that I say guy, and not man. This is because no mán could possibly look so sexy as this guy does as he stand in the streetlights looking at me, one eyebrow arched. I wonder how smart this guy really is, because it's a well known fact that good looks, such as his to be precise, do have a tendency to eat away any living brain cell. He looks smart enough though.

The guy smiles as he shakes my hand: "Nick Stokes,  Las Vegas PD, please just call me Nick. Welcome to Las Vegas miss Stone" He has a great smile, little bit play boyish if you ask me. "Please, no miss, just Kristi. I don't like being called miss, makes me feel a bit old and stuff"   "Okay, Kristi it'll be. Grissom told us we could be expecting a new colleague sometime this week. So welcome aboard…Kristi".

I smile and nod at Nick and turn back to Warrick. From the corner of my eye I can see Nick grinning at him. Oh my gosh. Please stop doing that…he looks way too cute when he grins. "So, what happened here?" Warrick shrugs: "We don't really know that, it seems like a simple robbery. Grissom and Brass already arrived, so they should fill us in". "Then I suggest we should take a look at our victim. Ladies first of course" Nicks makes a little bow as we walk in the alley.
The blue and red lights of the police cars are flashing across the big old buildings. Policemen are running everywhere. Rain is still pouring down from a blackened sky. Yep, it certainly is a rainy, windy, busy night.