Viva Las Crime Scene

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI or any of the characters, except for Alex and Samantha.

A/N: Hi! . Hope you enjoy my story… It may be a little boring at first, but it'll get better next chapter. I just have to lead you up to it.. Anyways, thanks for considering to read it! If you have an account with please review! If you don't, get an account and review! Critical reviews welcome, although if you give me nice ones it makes me happy, and then if I'm happy I'll do good writing, and then you'll be entertained… Sorry for taking so long, and sorry if they get a little out of character.. Ok, I'll go ahead and start…

P.S. Be gentle, this is my first CSI fanfic…

"You don't know what you're doing."

Samantha O'Brien turned to look at her coworker in mid-step. The other CSI looked desperate; but Samantha seemed calm. It had been a long time since she had felt the feeling of freedom- and she didn't plan to let this one slide away.

"Actually I do John." The blonde answered a heavy bag around her forearm and a variety of books in her hands. "Look, I never liked it here- and I never will. Las Vegas is the escape that I need, and I'm not going to give it up that easily." Samantha promptly finished with that word, facing in the direction that she had before and walking away; leaving the man dumbfounded and at a loss of words.

She was gone. Samantha had put in her two week notice fourteen days before- praying that she could get another interview in the Las Vegas CSI. She had thought that the first interview had gone well, and that gave her the hope of getting out of Chicago. Ever since her first day on the job, she hadn't liked it. It wasn't the profession, but rather the people that she worked with.

Samantha had spent a few years in Las Vegas after she got out of college- mostly working as a cop, patrolling the streets for about two years until her aunt moved into Chicago. That was when she decided to get a job in crime scene investigation. Now it was another three years later, and the level three CSI was finally leaving the Chicago crime lab.

It wasn't positive that Samantha was going to be given another interview, but she felt almost certain that she would have one. The way that the woman talked- Catherine something or another; it seemed as if she had a good chance. So she decided to give it a shot.

Catherine Willows walked briskly down the hall, making her way towards Grissom's office. In her hands were three files- of the three one to be chosen for the job opening. It turns out that their budget had just been raised- and Gil had taken advantage of the small window of opportunity, immediately adding a space to the team.

She walked through the open door, her hair slightly windblown from how fast she had been walking. She found her superior leaning over his desk, scribbling words onto a document. A short clearing of her throat caused him to look up at her, raising an inquisitive eyebrow.

"Yes?" He asked, clicking his pen so that the ink portion retracted. Catherine laid all three folders on his desk.

"I've looked the resumes over again- and I think these three would be the best way to go." She informed him, arranging the crème folders so that they fanned out before him.

Grissom pulled them closer to him, leaning over once more. He stared at them thoughtfully for a few minutes before responding as he pointed to one. "This one. She seems the furthest along, and quite interesting at that. She'd be a great addition." He left it at that, handing the file back to her and discarding the others. Catherine opened it, unsure of which he had chosen. 'Another level three,' She thought, glancing briefly at some of the new CSI's information.

"Alright," Catherine closed the file, nodding to Gil. "I'll call her."

Although it had only rang twice, to Samantha it seemed as if the buzzing noise from her phone wouldn't stop. Groggily she rolled over, flipping open her cell phone as she answered.

"Hello?"

Samantha glanced at the clock beside her. She wasn't exactly used to getting calls that early in the morning; especially after staying up and celebrating in the clubs almost all night.

"Samantha O'Brien? This is Catherine Willows, Las Vegas crime lab."

Almost all of the fatigue shot out of Samantha as the voice on the other line spoke. She recognized it almost instantly- she had never heard someone with a voice like the other woman's.

"Yes- Catherine Willows, I remember," Samantha answered, slowly sitting up on the side of her bed. "What can I do for you?"

There was a pause before she answered. "It seems that you have another interview." Catherine was careful not to break the news to her- it needed to be done in person, so that she could be sure that it really was Samantha O'Brien that she was talking to.

"Really? When?" Samantha asked in reply, accidentally forgetting to act formally.

"How about this coming up Monday at seven a.m.? I'll be here." Catherine answered, trying to pick a time that wouldn't force Samantha to change her sleeping habits and Catherine still be on her shift.

Samantha thought for a moment and then spoke. "That sounds great- I'll see you then." She was already excited about the follow-up interview, waiting to see if that was all that Catherine needed.

"Ok- I guess we have a meeting. Good-bye," Catherine said, bidding the other woman farewell. Samantha replied in much the same manner.

"Yes- see you." Samantha let out a deep breath; one that she had been holding ever since she had heard Catherine introduce herself. It diffidently would be a day of twists on Monday; even if she was only going for an interview.

"Excuse me- can I help you?" A young receptionist piped up, directing her voice to the only other person in her waiting room. It was a young woman with long blonde hair- maybe to her mid-back; she had just walked in and was rummaging through her small purse. The woman looked up at the receptionist, her deep chocolate eyes looking full of exhaustion.

"Oh hello." Samantha answered, smiling slightly. Her flight had come in late the night before, and she had been given quite a time trying to wake up and make it to the office on time. Yet she still seemed somewhat happy. "I'm here for a job interview with Catherine."

"Ah," The girl turned, pulling out a drawer from a filing cabinet. "One second…" She trailed off, holding up a note to read. "Samantha O'Brien?"

"Yeah, that's me." Samantha smiled slightly broader, finally giving up on the lipstick that she had been trying to find.

Catherine looked exactly the same to Samantha. Her hair, her eyes, and her nose- for some odd reason she just remembered her. Like the CSI's voice, Samantha had never met anyone who looked quite like Catherine. Samantha snapped her attention back to the interview as Catherine sat down, opened Samantha's file, and began to speak at the same time.

"Well Samantha," She started, looking over her resume once more. It was impressive- she hadn't exactly met a lot of level threes who transferred from their original posts. "I do have some bad news and some good news."

A sinking feeling started in Samantha. The only thing that kept her hopes up was the fact that she was still there- asked to another interview. "Oh, ok." She merely stated, waiting for Catherine to continue.

"Yes, well I'll have to give you the good news or else you won't understand the bad." Catherine smiled, closing the folder and looking directly at Samantha. "You've got the job."

"I got the job?" Samantha asked, giddily clapping her hands together. "I just- oh thank you." She exclaimed softly, forgetting that there was 'bad news' too; but as long as she had the job, she didn't really think that anything could bring her down.

"Yes, you did." Catherine smiled slightly from some of Samantha's joy radiating to her. "But you have to start on Wednesday- or at least come in and meet everyone. We'll probably have a case or two by then." She put the file to the side, sliding her chair closer to the desk. "And you have to be on the nightshift."

Samantha stopped for a moment. She had never been on the nightshift before, and didn't exactly know if it would be a dramatic difference or not. She stopped smiling and nodded. "Ok, nightshift on Wednesday… What time?" She asked, feeling as if she were a kid once more.

"Show up at eight." Catherine had no clue what time Grissom wanted her to show up- but Catherine was always early, and came in about eight. It would probably be good for the girl if she showed up early on her first day of work.

"Alright- I'll be here."

So it was over. Samantha's life in Chicago- and now she actually had another job. Finally, her life was turning around. Now all she needed was a place to live…

She would figure it out. Until then she just needed to focus on her new job, and making sure that she made the right first impressions. Like her aunt used to tell her- a first impression can save your life.

"Hello!" Oddly enough, Samantha had actually been able to change her sleeping habits in the matter of the two days that she was given. Although she had been a little sleep deprived, she couldn't help but be peppy on the day of her first job.

The receptionist raised her head, smiling warmly at Samantha. No doubt it was a requirement of her job. "Oh, hi Samantha." She greeted the other woman, looking back down at her paperwork.

"Actually, I don't really go by Samantha." Samantha corrected her. "That's more of a formal thing for me- I go by Sam." She corrected the receptionist, leaning against the counter.

"Sam, huh? Well, I go by Alex. And you know you could have used the staff entrance." Alex corrected in reply, a lock of her dark hair falling in front of her shoulder. Samantha shrugged.

"I'll find out where it is and not bother you anymore."

"Please do."

Samantha nodded, deciding not to reply to her last statement. She entered through the door that she had a few days before, heading in the direction of Catherine's office. She had no clue if she really did know where it was, but she thought that she could at least give it a shot.

With another turn Samantha entered Catherine's open office, luckily finding the woman in beside her desk, speedily scribbling down words on the corner of an already printed out paper. Sheepishly Samantha entered, slowly making her way to the edge of her desk.

Catherine looked up as soon as the creeping feeling that someone was watching her set in. She smiled welcomingly to Samantha. "Samantha- Hi." She straightened the papers she had been writing on, and then picked them and a folder up.

"Oh, hi Catherine- and I hate to tell you, but I don't really enjoy being called that." Samantha confessed, not exactly wanting her to react the same way the Alex had. "I prefer to be called Sam; I don't find it as formal."

"Sam? Alright, understandable." Catherine nodded, walking towards the door. "Follow me- I'm going to Grissom's office, you probably need to meet him first." She called over her shoulder, and Samantha obeyed.

They were halfway to their destination when they met Grissom in the hall. For a brief moment he raised an eyebrow at Sam, but quickly turned his attention back to Catherine. "So, who do we have here?" He asked as he thumbed through the pages of a closing case.

"Sam O'Brien." Catherine answered, barely remembering to call the woman by her requested nickname. "She's the new level three."

"Sam? Short for Samantha?" Gil asked, looking up at her over the top of the folder in his hands.

Samantha nodded lightly. "Yes- it is, but I've always grown up by Sam. Like a kid in school named Floyd but he goes by Dean."

"Or a guy named Richard and goes by Dick."

The trio adverted their eyes to look at the source of the voice: a person behind Samantha. She turned her body so that she was facing the whole group, at once noticing his most wild feature- his hair. It reminded her vaguely of Ryan Cabrera, but she wasn't exactly a fan of the artist. Yet the style looked almost good on the newly arrived individual.

"Um; hi." Samantha said softly, waving to him.

"Hey- you must be the new dude." He grinned, extending his hand. "Greg Sanders."

Samantha took his hand, shaking it gently. "Sam O'Brien." She introduced herself, letting go of him and turning to glance at them all.

"Greg- I was looking for you." Grissom stated plainly, closing the folder and holding it at his side. He turned to look at Sam. "I've got just the case for you."

A/N: So, what do you think? Will you read more? Hopefully… Anyways, like I said before, PLEASE review!  Thanks for reading, and I'm looking forward to posting the next chapter! (probably in a day or two)