Disclaimer: I don't own CSI or its character or Greg would have more air time! The character of Lena is mine as is the case and its details!

The airport was empty. Not exactly out of the ordinary for this time of day. Lena Rodriguez stepped off the freezing airline into the heat of Las Vegas' McCarran airport. The nearly four hour flight wasn't as pleasant as the airline had toted but she was simply happy to be leaving home behind for a few weeks. Stretching, she headed to the airport bathrooms were she was greeted with a gruesome sight.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Gil Grissom received the call of a crime scene in McCarran airport near the end of the graveyard shift. He was not thrilled to say the least and neither were the members of his team that had been corralled into working the case. Warrick Brown and Catherine Willows were the unfortunate victims of Grissom's hunt. Together they made their way to the scene of the crime. The bathroom was roped off and an officer stood guard outside. Brass grimaced, knowing that Grissom was not going to be happy with what he would find. Before Brass could warn him, Grissom made his way under the tape and into the supposedly cleared bathroom to find a young woman kneeling over the dead body.

"You can't be here," he said exasperated as he motioned to Brass to come take her out. To his surprise, she simply turned to him and smiled.

"Actually, Mr. Grissom is it," she asked? "I already started processing this crime scene so if you wouldn't mind getting out of the way or lending me a hand." Grissom stood in shock as the rest of the team stood behind him unsure of what to make of this persistent young woman. She stood up, rolled up her sleeves and motioned to the team.

"Maybe we should take this outside so I can explain things without compromising this crime scene."

"Good idea," deadpanned Grissom as they made their way back under the tape and into the spacious hallway. Once there, the team turned to face the mysterious woman that had been standing in their crime scene.

"Who are you and what the hell are you doing," demanded Warrick, tired from working a few too many late shifts.

"Alright, long story short, my name is Lena Rodriguez, and I am a CSI from Chicago. I was the one who found the body and put the call in. I figured since I had all the equipment I needed I would go ahead and get a start on processing the scene before any evidence was lost or contaminated. The bathrooms had just been cleaned it seemed and I didn't want any of the evidence to be contaminated by the cleaning detergents. Sorry for the shocker but it seemed the smart thing to do. The evidence is bagged and photographed." She looked from face to face. Standing shorter than the three member of the Las Vegas team, taking into consideration the heals that Catherine wore, she should have been intimidated, but as all three members saw, she was quite sure of herself. Her dark hair was pulled into a loose bun with pieces falling carelessly around her shoulders and straying across her tanned face. Her eyes gleamed a dark brown and stood fast on those of Grissom, awaiting his response. She looked frazzled and unkept in a pair of ripped blue jeans and a bright yellow polo shirt with what appeared to be soda spilled on it, a blue long sleeve shirt underneath the polo was in need of an iron. Her sandals completed the outfit with a seemingly taped together sole.

"Ok well we will have to take over for you because though you may work for the crime lab in Chicago, this is Las Vegas and we will have to take over jurisdiction. We do appreciate your assistance," stated Grissom. She shrugged.

"Well then I guess I better get going then," she said. "I'll just grab my stuff and be out of your way." She walked away, grabbing her small suitcase and heading down the hall towards the entrance. Grissom and team watched her go before heading into the bathroom to take a look at the crime scene. She was right. The camera sat on the side against the wall and evidence bags were carefully marked. The body showed no signs of being moved or being tampered with.

"Looks like she made our jobs a little easier tonight," stated Catherine as she searched through the evidence bags and found a wallet. "Cassidy Johansson, age 27."

"Doesn't seem to be traveling with anyone," stated Warrick examining her hands for any sign of a wedding or engagement ring.

"Looks like she was strangled while she was washing her hands," commented Grissom. The team continued to work on the scene for a few hours before heading back to the lab.