Hello readers!!! I'm here to give you some CSI/Twilight crossover action :-) So Grissom is still in this, Greg's in the lab because although I think because he's a CSI it's good that he's on it a lot more, but I miss his crazy lab rat days :D And Bella is still a human. Jacob's an idiot as usual and Edward is depressed. As you can probably tell I like CSI a lot more than Twilight :D enjoy!

Little Lost Lamb

Chapter 1 - 911

'Las Vegas Police. State your emergency.'

'HE'S GOING TO KILL HER! HE'S GOING TO KILL HER!'

'Sir, please remain calm and tell me where you are'

'YOU GOTTA GET HERE QUICKLY OR IT'LL BE TOO LATE!'

'Could you state where you are, sir?'

'beeeeeeep…beeeeeep…beeeeeep'

~*~

The black SUV slowed as it reached the curb, and the blue and red lights whirring above the roof stopped. Gilbert Grissom and Catherine Willows stepped out of the car and took in their surroundings. They were on an ordinary looking street; litter, graffiti and overflowing dustbins.

Sometimes Grissom wondered what Las Vegas was coming to.

Jim Brass, the homicide detective of the night shift, stepped out of one of the doors and beckoned the two CSIs over.

'An anonymous 911 caller was traced back to this house two hours ago' Jim started 'and when officers arrived it was empty.'

'Nobody was inside?' Catherine asked.

'Nope, no one. We did find something though. Follow me'

The trio walked through the doorway and Catherine's nose immediately wrinkled in disgust. Hell, even after years on the job she couldn't stand the smell of fresh blood. And this house was covered in it. All down the walls, over the furniture and across the floor. Grissom walked over to a couch with a huge line of blood going over the arm, across the seat and up the other arm. He opened his field kit and prepared a white swab for the 'Heema' test. He swabbed the blood and used his pipette to drop a chemical onto the blood.

It turned a bright purple.

'This blood is human.' Grissom stated as he snapped the case shut. He looked up at Brass and Willows, who were stood at the bottom of a staircase; being careful not to disturb the bloodied handprint that was on the last step. Jim looked up the staircase and back at Grissom, then said;

'Erm, Gil, this isn't what I wanted to show you'

The officer started to walk up the stairs, missing the first one with the handprint of course, and Catherine did the same. Grissom followed after them, after snapping a picture of the handprint on his camera. Then, at least if an officer accidentally smeared the blood there would still be a visual record of what the print looked like before.

The CSIs entered a bedroom, and Jim moved sideways so that Catherine and Grissom could see.

See the large pool of blood that stained the white sheets of the bed.

Catherine was beginning to wonder how much blood had been shed in this house; at the moment it seemed about 2 pints. If her calculations were correct, the victim was dead.

"That's a lot of blood" was all she could say.

"Yes Catherine, it is. And we need to sample some from to each room and get it to Greg in the lab to see if it's all from the same person"

"I'm on it" came a voice from behind them. Everyone in the room turned around to see Nick looking slightly flustered leaning on the doorframe, with gloves on of course. "Sorry I'm late, there's been a crash and not only did I get stuck in traffic, I rang up PD and the paramedics and had to wait for them to come down." He bit his lip, expecting Grissom to lecture him about punctuality, but was surprised to see him shrug and turn back to the evidence, saying;

"It's ok Nick. Help Catherine process the rooms downstairs."

"Erm, sure, ok."

So the three CSIs spent a half hour or so swabbing different pools of blood; Catherine and Nick downstairs and Grissom processing upstairs. Nick walked into the kitchen, where there was a long line of blood spread along the work-surface. He got out yet another buccal swab and sampled the blood, then clicked the lid shut and placed it in an evidence bag. He used the camera in his left hand to take a picture of the splatter, then examined it. There was something strange about it, it didn't look quite right…

"I found a note!" Catherine shouted, sounding pleased. Nick found his way to the hallway, where Catherine was bent over a house plant with a small piece of paper tucked underneath it. Nick snapped a photo of it as Grissom was coming down the stairs, leaning over the banister and asking

"Have you moved it?"

"Gil, I'm not a rookie" Catherine replied sarcastically "I left it where it was so that you could do the honours."

Grissom was now coming towards the two investigators and could already see the paper poking out from underneath the plant. He carefully lifted up the plant so that Nick could photograph the writing. It read;

Not quite fast enough leech.

"Leech?" Catherine said as Grissom bagged and tagged the note. "Send it to QD."

"Actually Nick, I think you should take all of our evidence to the lab. I've got the feeling we're going to find a lot more" Grissom said as he passed the evidence to Nick "and don't disturb that note. I want to see if I can get any prints off it"

"Sure thing Gris" Nick replied, and with that he went to collect the rest of the evidence and take it to the lab for analysis. Once all the evidence was secure in the case, he snapped it shut and walked out of the door and towards his car.

Once he was halfway towards the SUV he perceived movement in his left eye and looked towards the crime scene tape, where a teenager was half walking, half stumbling towards the entrance to the house.

"Whoa, whoa whoa!" Nick shouted as he closed the boot to the car that the evidence case was in. "What are you doing?"

"I…I…" The young man began. He had sharp cheekbones and large bags under his eyes, which contrasted his pallor complexion. He began to walk towards the door and stopped when Nick reached for his gun and shouted

"Get away from there!"

"I need to… I need to…" The confused teenager stuttered. His eyes were unfocused and he scrunched his face up in pain and looked down at the ground "Is she in there?" he spluttered.

"Who? Who d'you mean?"

"I mean" The young man spoke "I mean my girlfriend… Bella"

"Does Bella live here?" Nick asked, in the corner of his mind he wondered if it was her blood all over the house.

"No." the guy replied through gritted teeth.

Still pointing his gun at him, Nick moved forward in order to steer the guy away from the crime scene. The young man just stayed there, and Nick decided that he wasn't specifically dangerous so he put the gun back in his holster and got his mobile phone out; he was going to ring Brass and ask him to take this man to the police station.

"Ok then. What's your name?"

"Edward. My name is Edward Cullen."

"Right then Edward, I'm going to call detective Brass and he's going to take you to the police station and help you find your girlfriend"

Just then, Grissom came out from the door and first looked at Nick, expecting him to be on the road towards the lab, then at Edward, the at Nick again as if to say 'you're supposed to keep civilians on the other side of the tape!'

"I need to get out of here" Edward groaned and he began to run towards the other side of the crime scene tape. Nick looked at Grissom and said

"Should I run after him?"

"Is he a suspect?!" Grissom replied.

"I don't know!"

"Well I don't know, do I Nick?!" Grissom exclaimed, so Nick began to sprint after Edward, shouting 'Wait! Stop!' and things like that.

Edward ran around the corner a few seconds before Nick, and when Nick followed him around he stopped.

Edward had gone.

Nick checked behind dustbins, in doorways and any other places that the adolescent could hide. Nothing. He walked back towards his supervisor and shook his head.

"Couldn't catch him, Gris"

"Ok, well get that evidence down to the lab immediately. Me and Catherine are still processing the house"

"Sure thing."

And with that, the SUV drove back to the CSI crime lab.

~*~

Edward ran through the desert. He wasn't sure where he was heading. All he knew was that his beloved was somewhere close, in the hands of a brute.

He hadn't anticipated that forensic investigators would arrive so fast, faster than he had, and he couldn't get inside and find the next 'clue' from that evil monster.

He stopped, and sunk to the floor in anguish.