Disclaimer: Don't own CSI or its people. Only my people and plotlines! So, the plot frog got to me. (Yes, mine is a frog, not a bunny) But this is how all the things that had happened to Nick would've been different if he'd had a daughter.

"Daddy, why do we have to move?" Logan asked her father as she put the last of her toys into the box that was in the middle of her bedroom. Everything else that had been in her baby pink and lilac decorated room was already out in the truck and they were just doing last minute packing.

Nick took the packaging tape and firmly secured the box that held all of his daughter's toys inside and labeled it, telling him what exactly was inside of it, to make unpacking when they got to their new home a lot easier. He picked up the box and handed it to one of the movers, saying a quick thanks to him as he carried it outside.

Turning back around, Nick bent down to his daughter's level, placing a hand on her cheek. "Baby, I told you. I got offered a really good job in Las Vegas and I didn't want to turn it down." He said, pushing a piece of Logan's dark hair behind her ear as she smiled slightly.

"Will I make new friends there? 'Cuz I want friends." Logan said, jutting her bottom lip out, giving her father the Stokes pout. Nick laughed quietly and nodded at the eight year old. "Of course, honey." He kissed the top of her head. Logan hugged her father, wrapping her arms around his neck as the movers in the truck honked their horn outside.

Nick laughed and stood up, with Logan's arms still around his neck. He was holding her up as she clung to him. "Las Vegas, here we come!" he shouted, happily as he looked up at Logan who giggled and returned her father's yell.

"Las Vegas, here we come!" she squealed as she and her Dad left their life and home in Dallas.

A/N: So that's the intro/prologue/set-up or whatever you'd call it. If you want more, then comment :) Trust me; the chapters will be a lot longer. This is just a taste. (And yes, Logan is a girl's name. It's my cousin's)