Disclaimer: I don't own CSI or any of the characters.

Summary: Nick and Greg get a murder case, but there's one problem, there's no body.

Sorry that this is such a short chapter I  thought I'll get started on another story.

It very late, nothing moved. Everybody in the neighborhood was sleeping. Everybody expect in the tall Mansion house on the hill. An argument was going on, you could here it all at the end of the eight-foot long driveway. However, nobody was there and the argument continues.

"Don't do it Edwards!" a voice yelled.

"You're a sick bastard!" another one yelled.

A gunshot pierce through the night, and no one heard, since they were deeply asleep. The murderer picked up the phone and press O.

"Hello, Operator how may I help you?"

"I would like to contact the Las Vegas Police Station...to report a murder..."

As he heard the phone dialing for the station he finish his sentence… "A murder I committed."

            Nick and Greg stepped out of the SUV. They saw Brass in the doorway, waiting.

"Hey ol' Brass." Greg greeted.

Nick got right down to business, "What happened?"

"You tell me." Brass said.

Nick and Greg looked at each other in confusion, as Brass stepped into the house to lead them to the body. They followed him and he led them into the poolroom. It was clean; nothing was out of the ordinary. Expect if you looked at the floor. Nick and Greg saw a puddle of blood.

"Where's the body?" ask Nick.

"Don't know.." Brass answered.

"Well it just couldn't get up and walk away." Greg said.

"I don't know what happened, we got a call from the station of a male who found someone murder in the pool room and he gave us the address." Brass explained.

"Well did the guy made sure that the dead guy was actually dead?" Greg questioned.

"That's your job to find out." Brass said.

"Whose blood is it?" Nick asks.

"You're the CSI you let me know." Brass said, and he left them.

"I guess somebody was murder or was murder here." Nick said, as he kneeled down by Greg who was looking at the pool of blood.

"Well, we either have a wounded man," Greg started, and looked at Nick who was staring back, "Or a murder scene without the body."