Chapter 1:

"If you're looking for the most exciting place in Vegas, Fremont Street Experience is the place to be! Offering 5 blocks of shopping, dinning and entertainment, you'll need more then one night to see it all! This downtown hot spot offers non-stop actions from live bands on three stages to zip lining under the bright lights of the canopy. Take it all in while enjoying a cocktail at one of the outdoor bars or snag some unique souvenirs from the talented street artiest. To top it off, you'll never forget Viva Vision, the worlds largest video screen with shows beginning at dusk."

The man tossed the pamphlet on the bed in his Pine Hill hotel room, that was not why he came to Las Vegas, he came looking for a man.

In a different hotel room another man sat looking at a letter he had received from a private investigator. The person he had been trying to find for more then twenty years has been found and she lives in Vegas. As he sat there he wondered if he should take this to the next step; should he go see her. How would it effect her life, did she even want to see him?

Thousands of people walked the five blocks every night, most of them were tourists. People from all walks of life enjoying the Vegas experience. Some of them were police officers trying to cut down on pickpockets but over the last few weeks the number of officers has doubled, thanks to recent attacks. In the last three weeks a total of fifteen people have been stabbed, four of them have died. Of the survivors no one had any idea of who the person was. There were no witnesses, everyone was looking at the show.

5 pm, one hour until the show started, one hour before the man would once more walk up and down Fremont Street. He picked up a knife and slipped it into a sheath, pulled down his shirt sleeve and headed out the door once more to work on his mission.

In the Grissom home Sara was finishing up a few things before getting ready to go to work, her husband was already there, he had a meeting to attend. She had to strip the bed. She wrapped her arms around his pillow, inhaling deeply as she did. She loved the smell of him. Sara emptied the washer into the dryer then put the sheets in the washer.

"May have to get another set," she had told him when they got up, "These will ware out if I have to keep washing them."

"We could stop making love," he had said, pulling her into a kiss.

Sara looked at him, "Really?"

"No," he had said as he raised his eyebrow.

Sara loaded the washer, grabbed her water bottle and headed out the door. Things have changed so much in the past few years, she thought as she started her car. First she had left, she had to find herself. Then he left to go find her, they had married shortly after he arrived in Costa Rico. Then there was Paris, how she loved it there but she missed her work. Gil and Sara had talked for almost two months before it was decided that she should come back. Paris lead to Peru, they spent as much time together as they could and she thought everything was alright. Sara never did figure out what happened but they drifted apart. The e mail from him saying they should divorce came as no shock to her, she expected it, she just never knew why she never started the procedures. What she didn't expect, what no one expected, was what happened when she was suspected of killing Taylor Wynard.

Brass had contacted Gil - even though Sara asked him not to, and he came back to Vegas, back to a life he thought he had left behind. Gil had told her that all of this made him realize what was important, her and their marriage.

After what had happened to her granddaughter Mrs. Russell couldn't stay in Vegas. D.B. requested a transfer to Seattle and Grissom was offered his job back. Julie Finlay took a job back east and much to everyone's delight - mostly David Hodges, Wendy Simms was hired in as a CSI 1.

(Authors note: OK this is not how it happened in the series but I like this idea better.)

Sara parked her car next to his and walked into the lab.

"Grissom wants us all in his office," Nick said when he seen her, "There has been another attack on Fremont Street."

"Nick, you and Wendy go to the scene, all though I doubt you find anything. Sara, one of the man who was stabbed didn't make it. I want you to go to the morgue and process the body. Greg, there was a second person attacked. This one is in the hospital, you check things out there," Grissom said.

"Hey Sara," Dave Phillips said, "You here to check out the John Doe?"

"Yes," she answered, "I take it you didn't find any identification?"

"No. Well no wallet anyway," he said, "Was just getting ready to check out his pockets."

"Need a hand?" she asked, slipping on some gloves.

Sara emptied the man's pockets, a letter caught her attention.

"His ID?" Dave asked.

Sara mumbled something then opened her phone.

"Gil where is your mother?" she asked after he answered his phone.

"Betty?" he asked, not sure why Sara would be asking about her mother-in-law.

"Yes. Unless you have a different mother I don't know about," Sara said.

"She is in England, helping them start a school for the deaf. Why?" he asked.

"I'll be right there," Sara told him, "You have to see what I found to believe it."