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A/N:Hoping to make this Hodges-centric

It was Arthur Weasley's fault.

If his penchant for watching Muggle tv hadn't led him to become an avid fan of an American television show, things might have turned out differently.

Things deffinately would have turned out differently.

Let's start at the beginning...

David Hodges was running a trace analysis when Grissom showed up in his lab.

"I don't have anything for you yet."he said quickly, not looking up from his work.

"Finish what you're doing and meet me in the breakroom."Grissom said.

Hodges looked up and squinted at Grissom in question. The entymologist said nothing,and quickly left the room.

'That man spends too much time with his bugs', Hodges thought to himself as he hurried to complete the analysis.

The breakroom was full of people when Hodges entered. He would've pegged them as suspects in an investigation had they been in the interrogation room. He had seen a lot of crazy people in Vegas, what with all the conventions and conferences, but this was deffinately a group of a different sort.
Aside from the nightshift CSIs, Brass, and Doc Robbins, there were six other people in the room.

Each were dressed in long robes in a variety of colours, except for one man who seemed to have fallen into a cowboy supply store. Two men were dressed in black, both were looking at each other with some deep seated hate. One wore tatty old brown robes. The only woman of the group, an older lady, wore a dark tartan.The man beside her was swathed in periwinkle. He had a curious twinkle in his eye that seemed to conceal a secret.

Brass cleared his throat for attention and everyone turned to look at him.

He addressed the crime lab,"You all have been called here because of a ...uh, an emergency. Our guests have a unique situation that the Sheriff feels requires the attention of the Las Vegas Crime Lab."

The was a long pause.

Greg was the one who voiced the question on everyone's mind,"What's the situation?"

Grissom and Brass looked at each other uncomfortably.

The man in the periwinkle robes spoke up,"Magic."

"Uh..."Nick articulated.

"Grissom, we have cases to solve, if you're finished with your joke, I'm going back into the interrogation room. We only have the suspect for another 8 hours. I'd like a confession out of him before then."Catherine said shortly.

"Catherine..."said Grissom.

"They aren't going to believe without proof."Brass told him,"You're always telling them about evidence...now they can't function without it."

"Is a demostration in order?"Periwinkle asked.

Grissom gave a nod of consent.

The man reached into his robes and withdrew a stick that was aboout 25 centimetres long. Muttering something under his breath he pointed at Nick. With a flick of the...it couldn't be a wand... Nick floating in the air above their heads. He let out a startled cry.

"So...will you help us?" the man in the cowboy get-up asked cheerfully.

The CSIs were left with their mouths hanging open.

Catherine was the first to find her voice."What are we helping with?"

"We need to be taught. The magical world is currently engaged in a war against a Dark wizard. War crimes are taking precedence over the other criminal activity and the Ministry of Magic is swamped with unsolved cases."

"You realize how bizarre that sounds, right?"Warrick ventured to ask.

"Yeah, how come you can't solve the cases with magic."Greg wanted to know.

The other CSIs looked at Greg as if he were high.

"I don't think that was what Warrick was trying to say."Sara said

"A little help here?"Nick said feebly from the ceiling.

"Oh, forgot you were up there."the man in the periwinkle robes winked.

Nick floated back to solid ground.

"We only need you for a month or so. All you need to do is teach us basic techniques so that we can combine it with magic."Periwinkle said,"You may stay at the school, or in Hogsmeade."

"I feel a headache coming on."Catherine muttered.

"Are you sure the Sheriff approved this?"Warrick asked.

"We're sure."Brass shifted his weight.

"What about our cases?"Nick wanted to know,"Are we supposed to solve them on top of teaching?"

"Days and Swing shift will split up your cases."Grissom said,"There really isn't much room for negotiation here."

"Guess we've been volun-told."Sara quipped.

"Ok, so we're going to Scotland then?"Brass wanted to know.

"Scotland?"Greg asked.,"What, this isn't in Vegas?"

"Do we look like we're from this place?"one of the men inthe black robes snapped.

"No offense, but you don't look like you're from Scotland either."Grag pointed out.

"So, we're supposed to just pack up for a month with people we haven't been introduced to?"Sara wanted to know.

"Oh."Brass started,"Right."he pointed to each as he named them,"Everyone, I'd like you to meet Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Albus Dumbledore, Headmistress Minerva McGonagall, Professor Remus Lupin, Ministry of Magic's Arthur Weasley, Sirius Black, and Professor Severus Snake."

"Snape."corrected the greasy haired professor.

"Right. And this is the LVPD Graveyard shift... Sara Sidle, Catherine Willows, Nick Stokes, Warrick Brown, Greg Sanders, Dr. Al Robbins, and David Hodges."

"Ok, I just have one question."Greg said.

"And what is that?"Dumbledore asked.

Greg turned to Mr. Weasley, "Why are you wearing a cowboy outfit?"

"This is America. I wanted to blend in."