Letting Go

Disclaimer: I own nothing, so please don't try and sue me.

Summary: Have you ever wondered what happens to all the bodies left lying around in spy shows and movies? They get investigated by CSIs, of course! This is a CSI crossover with Alias, although the first few chapters are going to be exclusively CSI and it is mainly a CSI story.

Pairings: GSR, Sydney/Vaughn

A/n: I would appreciate any ideas, comments, or criticisms. I don't mind flames if you truly believe my story is that bad, but I do prefer helpful comments. I would like to make my writing better, so please help me out. Also, if you have any ideas of something I could add to make the story more interesting, please feel free to suggest it.

Chapter 1

"Nick and Warrick, you guys have a robbery out in Henderson. Sara, you and I have a 419 at the Bellagio." Gil Grissom, Nightshift Supervisor at the Las Vegas Crime Lab, stood up as the last slip of paper left his fingers only to disappear in Nick's pockets and beckoned Sara to follow him out of the break room.

"Grissom! You forgetting someone?" Catherine Willows asked from her position at the end of the table.

Turning around, Grissom faced the blond woman. "No, Catherine," he stated mildly, "You and Greg get to set up and finalize the details for the criminalistics seminar next week."

"You have got to be kidding me," Catherine retorted with a groan, "Tell me again, why are we holding this seminar in the first place?"

"Ecklie convinced the mayor that it would be good publicity for the lab if we held an introduction course for those interested in the field of forensics. And he gave the nightshift the job of setting it up," Grissom explained patiently.

"Out of respect for our abilities, I'm sure," came the low southern drawl of Nick Stokes.

"I'm sure," Grissom said, although his frown belied his words.

"Come on Catherine, its not that bad. At least you have Greg to keep you company." Warrick Brown leaned back in his chair, eyes twinkling, and a chuckle escaping his lips. "I heard that he just bought a new CD. Some hip, new, rap artist, I think. I'm sure he would be glad to share it with you."

Catherine glared at him, a scathing retort on her lips.

"Sara, Grissom, are you coming?" Detective Jim Brass walked into the room, unaware that he had just saved Warrick from Catherine's ire. "The body isn't going to just lie there all day waiting for you!"

"Sure Jim, we'll be right there," Sara Sidle acknowledged, an affectionate smile forming on her lips for the detective. "See you guys later. Oh, and say 'Hi' to Greg for me, won't you Catherine?" she added with a knowing grin, which showed off the gap in her front teeth.

As she and Grissom followed Brass out of the room, Catherine's glare dissolved into a slightly panicked, pleading look which she now directed at Nick.

"Hey, don't look at me," he said with a laugh, hands in the air in the universal gesture of helplessness, "Warrick and I have a date in Henderson."

The two men pushed out their chairs and left, leaving Catherine behind to go find Greg.