A/N: Hey. I'm not gonig to lie, I'm rather nervous about posting this fic. This is my first attempt at a CSI fic. SO please no flames. Helpful advise yes, falmes no. Anyway I hope you like it. I've had writer's block on my other two fics because of this so hopefully I will be updating on them soon. Later until then and enjoy.

You know there's a saying, "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." No one on this earth knew how badly I wished that were true. Or, for that matter, was that simple. Life was no longer simple for me, ha; it never was to begin with. Long after my family moved to America new laws were being passed against our kind and others. What is my kind? To put too finer point on it, I'm a werewolf, plain and simple. And the laws that were put against me are as follows: No wolf is allowed to stay out past eleven o'clock. No wolf is allowed to hunt outside of assigned areas. All wolves must register with the state. All wolves that plan on moving must give the state three weeks notice prior to moving. The rules go on forever. And most of them are laughable, and some downright insulting. But what's a girl to do but to push on and live life as it comes.

But you know, I was not alone in my troubles. My traveling companion David shared some of the same restrictions. Though vampires seem to have it a bit easier than us wolves, I still did pity him. So we found ourselves in Los Vegas because of one of those laws. And I had every intention of making the wrong things right.

LALALALALA

"Really David, why in seven hells do we have to walk out here at such an ungodly hour?"

"Because, my darling Nazari, I was bored and wanted something to do."

I looked at him through narrowed eyes and kept on walking up what seemed like an endless road.

"You know, I was hoping to get shit done on this little trip of ours. Maybe even possibly relax and hang out for a while. But know, you and your restless vampire ass wanted to get up and take a long ass walk down a damn highway. Well I hope your bloodsucking ass id happy!"

"Nazari?"

"WHAT?!"

"So you know, there's a truck heading toward you," he said stepping off to the side. At first I thought he was kidding, but as I looked up the road I saw the headlights of a large truck heading towards me. I felt my eye twitch. Sure, I could have stepped to the side and thought nothing of it, but I was in a particularly sour mood. So I continued my walk down the road.

"You know if you keep on like this that person is going to hit you," he informed me, not the least bit of concern in his voice. He knew me, and he knew that truck would be scrap metal if it continued its course.

"If the bastard hits me them I'm gonna sue and kick some serious ass."

No sooner had those words left my mouth the truck actually appeared to slow up a bit. But soon the surrounding area was filled with the sound of an accelerating engine. Annoyance beyond belief filled my being as I stood in the road and watched as the truck sped towards me. My hand shot out when it got within an arm's reach, the truck doing a single somersault over my head before landing behind me in what I thought looked like a crushed tin can.

"Nice going Nazari," David chimed from the sidelines earning him a snarl. I can't believe that asshole was going to hit me. I thought slowly making my way up to the truck.

"Hang on a sec Nazari, I think something's wrong with the guy."

I quickened my pace and stood next to David, the two of us looking into the driver's side window.

"Oh shit," he mumbled, which was a whole hell of a lot better than I could do. I was struck speechless, balking at the sight before me. A man, that looked to be not a year over thirty, was slumped deeply in his seat, battered, bloodied, and bruised. I knew there was no way I could have cause that type of damage. A bump on the head maybe, even a little blood, but not the way this guy looked. He looked as though someone took a sledgehammer to his body. Giving absolutely no regards to the door, I tore it off, slinging it a good mile away. My hand shot to the man's neck, searching for what I prayed would be a pulse. I let loose the breath I was holding in when I found one, relief filling me. It was weak, but it was there just the same.

"Well?" David asked, his voice curious.

"He's alive, barely though," I said, drawing back my hand and pulling out my cell phone.

"Are you sure that's wise?"

"Shut up!" I snapped, tapping my foot in impatience at the sound of the ringing phone.

"Los Vegas police."

"There's been an accident on route sixty six about four miles north of the city," I said, crushing the phone soon after the information was sent.

"If you expect to stay out of this then you are highly mistaken. Damn it Nazari, your fingerprints are in the damn truck."

"Do shut up will you. Let's get outta here."

"What part of fingerprints in the truck don't you get?"

"Shut up David…"

"I'm just warning you Nazari. This might not turn out how you want it to."

"You should know by now that everything turns out the way I want it to."

LALALALALALA

This had to be the weirdest night of my life so far. I had wanted to get out, not just sit in the lab all day. Sarah kept sending me worried glances that had me sighing more often than none. But she was not the only one, Nick, Warren, Catherine, and even Grissom, were sending me wayward glances. I knew what they thought, they though I should have been taking it easy. But I couldn't. I felt nervous, almost jittery just sitting there. But now I was starting to believe that it would have been a good idea just to sit back in the lab.

The information we had was sketchy to say the least. A random and untraceable call to the police about an accident. But in my opinion, accident was not the word for what I saw. Complete and utter devastation described the scene perfectly. The driver of the truck amazingly survived the wreckage. And that's what bothered me. The truck, it resembled a tin can. And to top it all off, there was a hand print embedded within the metal. Grissom must be having a field day. I thought, snapping pictures of the door that was over a mile away. You could clearly see another set of prints in the metal aswell. The thought of what could have caused such damage sent chills down my spine.

"Any ideas of what could have caused this?" Nick asked, startling my out of my thoughts.

"None what so ever… Any prints off the phone?"

"Not any full ones as of yet. That thing was broken into a million pieces."

I shrugged, there was nothing else I could do. None of it made any sense to me. I didn't understand how anyone and for that matter anything could have survived such a crash. And that was another thing that confused me, where was the other body if the truck crashed into someone else.

LALALALALA

"You should have just let me finish him off Nazari," David said, pacing the floor of the hotel room. That had to be about the fifth time he had said that since we got there.

"Keep that up and you'll wear a hole in the ground," I said, laying back on an oversized bed with my eyes closed.

"I don't understand how you can be so calm about this Nazari. You left so much evidence behind that it's not even funny."

"David, be quiet and go to sleep," I mumbled, a yawn escaping my lips.

"Nazari!"

"Look, how long have you known me?" He gave a sigh before answering.

"Since you were born."

"Exactly. So you should know that I do everything for a reason."

"You still should of let me finish him off."

"So what? So we can have a murder on our hands? Are you mental?" He opened his mouth to say something but closed it, flopping down on the bed beside me.

"I hope you have a plan Nazari."

"Sure I do, sleep now, panic tomorrow."

LALALALALALA

My head was starting to pound, and I could feel my temples pulsing. We had searched the prints we found at lest a hundred times and still we had nothing. There was some blood on the hood of the truck and on the door. Both samples came back with the same result, the reason for my growing head ache. Canine DNA. There is no possible way. I though scratching my head in confusion. But the tests kept coming back the same.

"Hey, we found a match on the prints," Nick said, a smile taking over his face. I stood from where I was sitting and followed Nick into Grissom's office.

"The prints belong to one Nazari Blake. And she is one of the registered." The room was filled with silence, none of us knowing what to say. Everything clicked in my mind at that moment. The damage to the truck and the absence of the other body. But a registered what was what I wanted to know.

"Registered as what?" Catherine asked, pressing the door behind her closed.

"A werewolf it would seem. And she has been brought in once before."

"For what?"

"She was a murder suspect in California, but she was found innocent." Grissom placed a picture of her on his desk and we all leaned in to get a look. The sight was frightening. No, she was far from ugly. But it was the look she had in the picture that sent chills down my spine. She looked just under six feet tall. Long black, almost bluish looking hair. High cheek bones, haunting midnight blue eyes, and mocha colored skin. No, she was far from ugly, but the look on her face made it seem as though she really were capable of murder.

"Where is she now?" I asked, not realizing that I had asked the question aloud.

"Currently, she's here in Vegas. I believe in one of the hotels," Grissom said, picking up the photo and putting it back in the file.

"Are you up for an outing Greg?"

"Umm, yea sure."

"Good. You, Nick, and Warren can head out there then. I'll give you the address before you leave."

LALALALALALALA

A knock at my door rocked me out of my sleep. I glanced over at the clock and growled. Whoever has the balls to wake me at fucking four thirty in the damn morning have better made their will. I thought darkly, storming over to the door.

"WHAT?!" I snapped as I flung the door open. I was greeted by eight shocked faces. A heavy set man stepped forward, flashing his badge in my face.

"Los Vegas police."

"You have to be fucking kidding me!" I snarled, spinning away from the door on my heel and stomping back towards the bed.

"David, wake up!" I bit, shoving my foot into his side.

"Not now Nazari, it's too damn early," he mumbled, pulling the pillow over his head. Vampire or not, I'm gonna kill him. I thought with a snarl.

"Damn it David! WAKE UP!" I yelled, pushing him onto the floor and flicking on the lights. I heard him hiss in reply which I returned with my own growl that was low enough for only him to hear, letting him know we were not alone.

He stood with as much grace as he could muster in his annoyed state. I turned back to face the people at the door, trying hard to rein in my anger.

"How may I help you officer?"

"The both of you need to come with us. And we need to search the room," he said, motioning to three similarly dressed people beside him. I'm not gonna lie, I was in the mood to kill at the moment, but I complied.

"In truth sir, we are actually getting in." Even after my words they started to search the room. I heaved a sigh and decided to slide on some clothes since it seemed I was being taken in, David, also deciding to do the same. I had already started dozing by the time the three investigators finished.

The ride to the precint was quiet and uneventful. Actually, David and I both fell asleep on the way. But when we entered the building, I wanted nothing more than to turn tail and leave. Smells of all sorts assaulted my nose. And the sounds alone were enough to make me go deaf. David's features contorted into a face of pain, but it was soon trained back into an unreadable mask. We were led into a room and left, the silence deafening.

"Now why are we here again?" David asked, even though he knew the answer. I didn't reply, but instead took in my surroundings. A metal table bolted to the ground, five metal chairs, and one large and long glass window that took up a wall. I almost wanted to laugh. If they thought that was going to keep us in then they were highly mistaken. The door opened revealing two women, one investigator from before, and a police office, who closed the door behind them.

"Miss Blake I assume?" the blonde haired lady asked, gesturing for me to sit next to David. I hadn't even realized that I was standing.

"You assume correct." I took the seat next to David, taking comfort in his presence. We knew they knew, at least about me anyway.

"Hi, I'm Catherine, and this is Sarah and Greg. Do you have any idea why you're here?"

"I can take a wild guess." I smiled, relaxing in the cold metal chair.

"Really?" the one I assumed to be Sarah asked.

"Yea, really."

"Nazari…" David warned, cracking an eye open at me. I smiled and looked over the where Greg was sitting.

"Those are some nasty bruises you have there. Mind if I ask how you got em'?" He seem to stiffen at my observation and question, and stiffened even more when he met my gaze.

"The idiots that did that to you thought is was all in good fun. Probably thought they did nothing wrong."

"That's enough!" Catherine snapped, my gaze leaving Greg and shifting to her.

"Yes I know what happened to the truck. Hell, I was the one that did it. The man however, was like that when the truck crashed into me."

LALALALALALA

"You're shittin' me right?" I asked, not able to catch the question. The girl disturbed me to say the least. I mean wouldn't you be a bit disturbed if you were locked in a room with a werewolf?

"No, I'm not shittin' ya'. I'm givin' ya' the honest to God truth."

"Though at this rate you probably want to lock us up anyway," the guy beside her said.

"That's not too far off," Sarah mumbled.

"You want proof?" Nazari asked, her gaze settling back on me. I nodded, curious to she what she could do. I had never been up close to a werewolf, and for her to demonstrate some of her powers left me no better than a kid in a candy shop.

"You might want to step back from the table." In a flash, her hand slashed at the air just above the table. She dropped her hand to her side and the table dropped to the floor in five perfectly spaced slices. The one I remembered she called David started laughing, the sound harsh in the small room. I caught a glimpse of sharp canines and sucked in a breath.

"Need I say more?" she asked, a cruel smile contorting her features. Her midnight blue eyes turned black, the black consuming the white in her eyes. Her eyes shifted from me to the officer at the door who had pulled his and was pointing it at her shakingly.

"David." I looked to where he was sitting and saw that he had the cop pinned up against the wall by his throat, the gun forgotten.

"You and I have a common problem." I heard her say, but when I turned to face her she was not where was, but stood inches away from me.

"The one that caused you pain," she said, brushing viciously sharp claws against one of the bruises on my face, "has caused me pain as well." I stood and took a few back, trying to calm my racing nerves.

"How?" I stuttered, one of my legs hitting a chair.

"My brother came here on vacation. Those bastards almost killed him."

"But the hospital didn't admit anyone by the name of Blake."

"I know. But their scent was on him. And their scent…is on you, as well as in this building. For you see, to injure one of my kind the way they did ensures death.

But because murder is illegal…For both our sakes, let me speak to them…please." I was taken aback by the emotion in her voice. But I didn't know how to answer her. Risking looking away from her, I looked back at Catherine and Sarah, who were calling in reinforcements. I prayed that Nazari didn't realize what was going on outside our little conversation.

"What is he if you're a werewolf?" I asked, hoping to buy time.

"A vampire." I wanted to laugh, but I knew that what she said was far from being lies.

"We have a problem Nazari…" David called to her, dropping the petrified cop to the ground. I heard her sigh and back up sitting in one of the chairs.

"I know, and I wish it didn't have to end this way…"