-1Ha ha ha… Welcome all to my next story. Go ahead, kick off your shoes, sit back and relax. Grab some snacks and a drink and be ready to enjoy an entertainment. Ok so I am being weird. I'm just so hyper.

I DO NOT own CSI or any of the characters… unless you don't recognize the character… then it is mine.

On with the story.

Vegas Blues and Vegas Blondes

Melissa met Greg and Erin at the front door of the lab. It had been a week since Erin's accident and it was her first day back on the job. She was starting as a CSI Level One.

"Easy-does-it." Melissa said as she helped her sister through the door.

"Melissa, I am not a child and it doesn't hurt anymore." She pulled away from her sister.

"Greg, how many pain killers has she taken?"

"Melissa!" Erin lightly pushed her sister, "I'm fine… I swear."

"Oh, well work has been slow…" Greg caught Erin up on what she missed.

The three of them walked into the break room where the others were sitting.

"Hey!" Warrick said as the others looked up, "Look who's back."

Everyone said their greetings and Grissom entered the room; files in hand.

"So much for a slow pace," Catherine said as Grissom passed out assignments.

"Sara and Nick, you have half a DB in a sarcophagus at the Luxor." He handed them their files.

"This is going to be interesting," Sara flipped opened her file.

"Catherine, Erin and I are going to work on a cooler pulled out of the lake… The person who called it in hasn't opened it… Just says it smells like decomp, might be fish." Grissom handed Erin a file.

"Oh, great… sounds like fun." Erin clutched the file under her arm.

"Melissa, Warrick and Greg, you have a dead woman in her house by the lake. Near the area where the man who found our cooler, docked before calling the cops.

Everyone parted ways and headed to their own crime scenes. When all the processing was done the interrogations started.

"Ok, so you're the new detective?" Warrick asked the detective at the scene.

"Yeah. The name's John."

"Ok, John, well I'm going to go and ask Mr. Martin some questions about his wife." Melissa informed them.

"Sure."

Melissa walked over to where the frazzled Mr. Martin was standing.

"Mr. Martin?" She greeted the grieving man. "My name is Melissa Sanchez; can I ask you a few questions about your wife?"

He looked at the woman standing before him, "Yeah, sure… anything to find who did this."

"Where were you tonight, and when you found your wife, did you touch anything?"

"Just the light switch by the door and the door. But my prints are going to be all over the place… It's my house."

"Ok, I understand." She sighed, "Where were you tonight?"

"Out with friends at Charlie's Bar."

"Can I have the names of the people you were with?"

"I don't know if I remember."

"You have too… It is the only way to clear your name." Warrick said.

"I was with… Mike Thomas, Matt Alphonso, and Jeremiah Rodriguez." He said as John jotted down the names.

"Where did your wife work, Mr. Martin?"

"At the Luxor Casino. She's was a black jack dealer." He said as Greg looked at Melissa.

"Did your wife have any enemies?"

"No. Why would she? Everyone loved her."

Melissa raised an eyebrow, "Where you having an affair Mr. Martin."

"Umm… uhh…" He stuttered.

"Answer the question please." John demanded.

"YES!"

"With who?" Warrick asked.

"Casey Price." He sighed, "She works at the Luxor… She's a stripper."

"Ahh… Kinky." Greg said as Warrick grinned and Melissa shot him an irritated look.

"Oh, Mr. Marin, one more question."

"Yeah," He sounded frustrated.

"Did you and your wife have any children?"

He read her with a glare, "Our baby died a week ago from an asthma attack. We buried her three days ago."

And with that he stormed off. Melissa glanced down at the lake and saw her sister, Grissom and Catherine interrogating a grungy looking man. They were standing near a cooler.

In the cooler a baby was place on top of a pale pink blanket. The baby looked to be 3 months old and had no visible inflicted wounds. It lay in a sleep looking state, in its diaper, and Erin felt her heart shatter at the sight of this helpless child.

"Mr…" Erin stalled.

"Arnold Barry's me name." The man said as he scrapped something off of his jacket.

Erin grimaced, "So you said you pulled up the cooler with your fishing pole… What size hook were you using?"

He shifted his weight to his left foot, "I's looking for that lake monster they be talking 'bout."

Erin looked at Grissom and Catherine. Grissom nodded for her to continue, "Do you know the Martin's?" Erin asked as she pointed to the house that now only had Greg and John standing around talking.

"Yeah, they have a dog. I came into dock one day and the son of bitch came bounding down torward me. Ripped clean through the skin on me leg." He lifted his right pant leg and revealed a cut.

"What did you do?" Grissom spoke up for the first time.

"Drug the damned thing back to the house. When Mr. Martin opened the door, the baby was in his arms screamin'. I don't know why it was mad, but Mr. Martin was pissed and was yelling at Mary." Arnold explained as he demonstrated how he had drug the dog.

"So you say they have a dog." Catherine said, "Where is it now?"

Almost as soon as she got the words out of her mouth a scream ripped through the air. The next thing they saw was Melissa running from the house towards the docks. Another thing was running after her and it was obviously a dog. A snarling, mouth foaming dog and it had its sights set on her. Melissa continued to run until she came upon a boat a jumped. She pushed it as far away from the dock without having to untie it. The dog jumped, but misjudged its landing; and landed straight into the lake. John whipped out his phone and called animal control. They arrived faster than anyone could say Betty Bought a Beautiful Bouquet of Bonnets.

The two bodies were bagged and on their way to Doc Robbins. DNA was taken from Kyle Martin and Arnold Barry- to clear their names of course. Melissa, Greg, Erin, Catherine, Warrick and Grissom all met up at the parked cars.

Grissom greeted them, "Huh, I wonder if Sara and Nick's investigation is going better than this…"

"Well I guess you can say that this woman ran out of luck." Sara said as they printed her; well the half that was left.

"What I don't understand it how no body saw a person bring in half a body and place it in a display." Nick looked away for a second to keep from retching.

"Yeah, hey… you want to interrogate the man that called it in." Sara basically told Nick that he was going to whether or not he wanted.

"Sure." He placed everything back in his kit and walk over to the Mexican, "Hello, my name is Nick Stokes, I'm with LVPD. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

"No not at all. My name is Jeremiah Rodriguez."

"You work here?"

"No, I come here for the entertainment."

"Do you come with friends or by yourself?"

"I usually come with my three friends: Mike Thomas, Kyle Martin, and Matt Alphonso."

"Okay, thanks…" He wrote the names down, "Do you know the victim?"

"No, she looked familiar, but…" He paused, "No."

"Can I take a DNA sample to rule you out?"

"Why would you do that?"

"To make sure you aren't involved." Nick explained.

Sara walked over as Nick was finishing with Jeremiah.

"They're loading the body." Sara said, "Let's get back to the lab."

"I hope the others have whole bodies." Nick said as Sara handed him his kit.

"Yeah no kidding." Sara smirked as the left behind the crime scene.

Ok, so I am on my way with my next story. Tell me what you think, and be truthful. Come on… I can take it. Ok, well I'll update as soon as possible.

Lots of Love,

Melissa Sanchez