Disclaimer: don't own CSI at all.I ownonly my own characters.

a/n: second fanfic. this takes place after the first one i wrote, but is not really a sequal. i recomoned that you read The Impossibilities RunSlim first, but you can pick things up if you haven't.

CSI

Crime Scene Investigation

SEATTLE IN VEGAS

Boxes lined the walls of a town house. Some boxes were folded, some were half empty and some were still full. A bedframe was made with some sort of matters in it there was a night stand to the left of the bed. The kitchen was setup with all it's utensils and the and fridge was stocked with food. Someone was sleeping on the bed. There was a faint noise coming from the kitchen. The person in bed shifted in her sleep. The bedroom door opened without a peep, a man walked up to the right side of the bed and stood there. The women shifted for another adjustment. She woke to see a man standing over her. "What how'd you?.."

"Hello, remember me?" said the man with a smirk on hi face

The man raised a long object. The women reached for her night stand, but the man had succeeded in his intentions.

"Manager was making the dawn check. Apparently there was robberies at these town houses last month advised renters to lock up at night. Said town house C2 was locked up last night and was found it pried open when his son did the midnight check," rambling off the information to Sara and Greg.

"Has he given us the name of are vic, Brass?" asked Sara.

"No, she's a new resident. He can't remember her name of the top of his head. He's looking into it. Well here it is."

Sara walked into the apartment first fallowed by a silent Greg, his right arm in a sling and a slight limp in his walk do to recent events. Jim fallowed in last.

"Real mess uh?" said Jim looking around giving the room a quick survey.

"Often is when you just move in," replied Sara.

Sara and Greg moved into the bedroom first where the victim lay. While Brass is browsing in the kitchen, his own set of gloves on his hands.

"Beds flat. Probably a water bed, but there's no sign of water on the floor and the weapon went right trough the vic and punctured the mattress, so the floor should be soaked or damp, but it's neither," said Sara surveying the surroundings

"It's not a water mattress. It's was an air mattress," replied Greg.

"How do you figure?" asked Sara

"No water is on the floor, right. And the bed is flat," he said and pointed to the night stand with his good hand. "There's an air vacuum on the night stand. She just moved and probably took the bed frame with her because you can take it in parts. A regular mattress is probably too big to bring with and she left it behind and hasn't bought a new one and is temporarily using an air mattress."

"Wow, great observation." Sara said and gave him a small smile. She realized how much Greg had changed sense last week.

"There is a missing knife sharpener in the kitchen," called Brass coming into the door frame leading into the bedroom.

"Negative on your missing sharpener Jim," replied Sara.

"Murder weapon?" he asked.

"Looks to be that way," said Sara.

"Killed in her sleep?" asked Brass.

"I don't think so. It looks like she woke up and saw the assailant standing over her. Maybe she was going to roll out of bed to avoid him. Her head and arm are in the directionality of the night stand," Sara said and pointed at the young women in her position.

Sara went over to the night stand and opened the top drawer.

"I found a gun. Let's get this to the lab see if it's registared to are vic when we get her name," said Sara bagging the gun.

"It might be the manager said there were robberies. Maybe it was for protection," said Brass.

"Oh it's most likely will be registared and we know her name. CSI Erin Craig," said Greg.

"What's she moving here for? Job change?" asked Brass.

"There's transformation papers from," replied Greg holding up the papers with his good hand. Sara opened an evidence bag and Greg dropped them in.

"We need to tell Grissom. This case has gotten more serious," said Sara closing the bag.