An American Werewolf In Vegas

Disclaimer. First of all I don't own CSI, second of all I don't own the concept of werewolves. I think I'd be rich if I owned both. Like mega rich.

A/N: I got the inspiration to write this story while watching An American Werewolf In Paris and I thought WOW! Wouldn't that be cool to do a CSI werewolf fic? So this is what happens when my imagination goes wild. Hope you enjoy it. And Unknown Legend, I haven't forgotten about that. I've finished it, all I need to do is post the chapters.

Chapter One: The Holy Virgin

Blood, the smell was strong coating the air with it's presence. It always brought back the memory of sucking on a coin while you were a child, or sucking your finger after you pricked it with a needle. It was distinctive, it hit you a mile away and it had a gruesome effect on people. It was red, although while it ran through your veins it looked blue, red the colour of danger. Danger, either fight or flight you could only choose one. Many people can't stand the site of blood, the thickness it puts them off, the red river making the hairs on their neck stand up, it was shocking to see blood.

Gil Grissom stood over the mutilated body of what appeared to be a teenage girl. Her blonde hair matted to the concrete with her blood, the blood that had ran through her veins only hours ago. Her neck had been slashed, her blood surrounding her like a large lake. She didn't look peaceful she didn't look scared. She looked lost. Her clothes had been ripped from her fragile body, what appeared to be deep scratches covered her pale white skin, the wounds looking red and raw, like the blood that pooled around her. Grissom, making sure that he hadn't stood in any blood as he made his way around the now cold corpse, her life drained from her.

Flesh, which had been ripped from her body lay scattered around her corpse, some pieces looked as if they had been chewed, others looked as if they were torn from the body. Grissom bent down and took a closer look at the corpse, he immediately noticed that the teenage girls heart was missing. Was this a ritualistic killing? He heard footsteps behind him, straightening up he winced as his knees creaked. He was getting much older; he didn't have the body of a twenty year old anymore. As he turned around he was greeted by Sara Sidle's smile. She stood tall, her eyes gleaming, he didn't know what she saw in him, he was turning fifty, he had put on some weight recently and he had wrinkles. When he looked in the mirror he saw an ageing man, what did she see?

Sara's eyes roamed over the teenager's body. She squinted as she saw the thick red blood surround the dead. Any other woman would have fled the scene screaming and pleading with whatever God there was out there, asking the question that so many people asked in this position. How could anyone do that to another human being? Sara wasn't like most women; instead of turning into a quivering wreck she stood tall and puckered her lips in thought.

"The heart's missing."

Grissom nodded. He looked at Sara's face, her eyes sparkling. He wondered what he would be feeling right now if the girl that was lying at their feet had been Sara. How would he react? He already knew the answer he would shut down. That would be the last straw. He tried to fling the idea from his mind. He gathered the courage to move a little closer to Sara.

"It may be ritualistic."

David Phillips made his way over towards Grissom, Sara and the body. He could smell the blood, he began to breathe in through the mouth and out through the mouth. He didn't want to feel squeamish; dealing with the dead was his job.

Sara smiled as David made his way towards them. He had had a small crush on her when she had first joined Grissom's team she was pretty and funny. He enjoyed being in her company. Now he had a fiancé whom he loved and adored.

"Hi Sara…Grissom."

"Hey David." Grissom nodded, his way of a greeting.

"Sorry I'm late, this is the fourth body I've had to collect. It's been busy tonight."

Grissom and Sara both nodded. They watched as the Coroner took out his thermometer and stuck it into the victim's liver. They waited as the thermometer beeped signalling the liver temperature. David looked at the body, his eyes trailing the wounds. He looked towards Grissom.

"I've seen this before, these marks…they're familiar." Grissom arched his right eyebrow in question.

"More and more of these have been coming to the morgue. Deep scratches, like a wild animal. Shredded flesh, the heart ripped out."

Sara continued to look at the corpse. She couldn't quite place the emotion she felt right now.

"The heart being ripped out, we were thinking that it might be symbolic. Maybe a sacrificial ritual?"

David shrugged. "Your victim died four hours ago."

Four hours ago this young girl had been breathing, she had been walking about with her life ahead of her. An officer now had to break the dreadful news to this young girl's parents, how she died quickly, her body a bloody mess.

'She wouldn't have felt a thing.' He would say, to try and relieve the parent's pain, it wouldn't help. Their daughter was now a corpse, she would lay on a surgical gurney while Doc Robbins opened her up, measured her organs took blood for tests. Her body wasn't sacred anymore it wasn't her body. She had left it four hours ago while she had been brutally murdered.

"The wounds, they look animal like."

Sara nodded in agreement. The body was a mass of human tissue now, muscle, bone and blood. This wasn't a human being anymore, it was just flesh.

Sara looked around; the mailbox to her left was damaged, more scratch marks. The red paint scratched off with the force, it lay buckled and bent. She walked over to it and took some paint clippings. Peering closer she could see that along with the red paint, there was a deeper darker colour of red. It looked like blood. Swabbing the spot she carefully popped the swab back into it's container and put it into the top pocket of her vest.

The assisting Officer, Samuel Coben stood next to his patrol car, he had been standing there since Grissom had showed up. He was the first to see the body, the colour drained from his face as he fled and threw up his chicken sandwich. Sara smirked at his greenness.

"The mailbox has scratches in it, it looks like they match the body. I also found what appears to be blood on the mailbox too. I swabbed it for analysis."

It was dark outside; the moon was full and glowing. Grissom looked up and stared at it for some time. Was the full moon a message? He closed his eyes and breathed heavily. His job was getting to him, the stress of being supervisor, the confrontations with Conrad Ecklie. The moon lost all it's calming effects as the metallic smell of blood assaulted Grissom's nostrils for a second time that evening.

"No car, so she wasn't attacked while trying to get into her vehicle."

"She may have been taking a leisurely stroll."

They both looked at each other as they heard David's van door closing. As he drove off, his engine purring, Sara and Grissom both knew this wasn't any ordinary murder.

She was terribly thin. That was Sara's first thought as she looked at the girl on Doc Robbins autopsy table. Her ribs were protruding through the skin due to her wounds; the hollow cavity where her heart should have been had turned black and thick the vision of a bad dream. This girl had gone from teenager to corpse, her life taken away from her in the matter of minutes.

"Rather disturbing isn't it?"

Sara jumped, she wasn't a nervous woman but the body in front of her was creeping her out somewhat. Sara turned to Al Robbins, his grim smile easing her a little.

"You know how to get a girls attention."

He nodded and stood on the opposite side of her, his limping made him more distinguished. Sara respected him; she knew that Grissom highly respected him also.

"This is the third body I've had come in resemble this. The press think that some wild beast may have escaped."

"A wild beast that eats out the heart?"

Doc Robbins took a hold of the victim's neck gently angling it for Sara to see the wounds inflicted on her throat. Muscle hung from the wound, stringy red bits, which resembled a zombie's wound from some cheap horror film. Sara should have looked away disgusted but curiosity made her stare at the throat. The torn flesh reminding her of some butchery program she had watched on the television some time ago.

Grissom entered the morgue, his white lab coat making him look almost ghost like. His wire framed glasses making him look dignified. He looked at Sara for a moment, his eyes travelling down her body.

"Doc."

"Gil."

Grissom stood next to Sara, he looked at the body in front of him inwardly wincing at the wounds on this young girls body. She had been tortured beyond reasoning.

"As I was saying to Sara, this is the third body that's came to me resembling this."

"Do you know what killed her?"

They all looked at the body, the answer obvious.

"The scratches on her torso, arms and legs are all deep. She was bleeding out; the swipe to her throat finished her off. These marks are rather large for it to be a wolf, bear or wild cat."

"She was found on the street."

"Body dump?"

Sara shook her head. "She was killed on the street, I'm surprised nobody witnessed the attack."

Robbins pointed to the empty hole where her heart had been ripped out. "Do you see where the ribs have been broken, the jagged edges, you'll also noticed the jagged lines where the heart should be."

Grissom and Sara both nodded.

"Something bit through her ribs and ate her heart."

Sara walked into Grissom's dimly lit office; he was engrossed in a book he was reading. Sara cleared her throat and waited for him to notice her presence. After turning another page he finally looked up into Sara's brown eyes they danced in amusement.

"What are you reading?"

Grissom held up the hardback novel, the front cover showed a wolf, it's eyes blazing. The title read ' Wild Beasts Of America. '

"Research."

Sara quirked an eyebrow. "So you think it's an animal that's killing people then?"

"Human teeth can't chew through bone."

Sara sat on the opposite side of Grissom's desk; she held a file in her hand. He noticed the folder and pointed to it.

"Dorothy Marks file."

"And she would be…?"

Sara smiled. "Our victim, Brass got a call from an emotional mother. Her daughter didn't return home from work last night. She became worried so decided to call it in. She ID'd the body 20 minutes ago."

Grissom marked his place in his book and softly laid it on his desk. He'd have to store it away in his desk later or it would get lost with the rest of the clutter surrounding his desk.

"Dorothy Marks, nineteen years of age. Lived with her mother and sister, worked for a local bakery. She was saving up to travel Europe later this year. Her boyfriend works for the same bakery, Edward Cross…he hasn't been seen either since he finished work at the same time as Dorothy."

"She's dead, it's possible that her boyfriend was killed or injured by what killed Dorothy."

"Ah, well remember I swabbed the mailbox, I thought what looked to be blood on it. I got Greg to put it under high priority. Well it belongs to a male donor."

Grissom stood up and grabbed his coat. "Let's go back to the crime scene and see if we can find anything that tells us Edward Cross was there too."

The crime scene was eerily quiet. The trees swayed with the wind, the slight breeze chilling both Sara and Grissom. Sara instinctively pulled her jacket tighter around her in hope that she would become warmer. No luck. The moon lightly lit the street up, parked cars on either side of Grissom and Sara; the mailbox bent at an awkward angle gleamed. Sara was glad that Grissom was with her she was becoming rather scared. Where the body had lain the concrete had been stained red, the red lake, which was filled with blood, now lay unnoticed by passers-by.

"We're looking for any other blood evidence. Be careful."

Sara nodded and took the right side of the road, her flashlight in her left hand and her gun in her right. She knew Grissom wasn't packing; she took hers in case of an emergency. She followed the gravel concrete one step at a time, she noticed a small crimson stain, and bending closer she thought it looked a lot like blood.

"I think I've got blood!"

Grissom looked up from his searching and smiled. He should have known Sara would be the first to find any evidence.

"Photograph it then swab it."

Grissom went back to looking and heard a soft growl, he stopped and crouched next to a black car he peered underneath it. Nothing. Carrying on he heard the growl a little louder as if it was nearing him. He stopped and turned around quickly; there was nothing there.

"Sara, are you alright?"

Sara looked up from her searching.

"Yeh, why?"

Grissom shook his head and chuckled. "Doesn't matter I think I'm para-"

Grissom stopped in mid sentence as he felt something pounce on his back, excruciating pain then followed as he blacked out.

To Be Continued…

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