Ahhhh, It feels so good to write Fanfics again. Its been so long and i'm so excited. Well I usually write Bones fic's, I've decied to do CSI for a change. So hope you like it, i'll update soon!

Disclamier: Don't own CSI...obviously otherwise people wouldn't be leaving the show every week!!!

Greg Sanders stood inside McCarran International Airport, early on Tuesday morning, watching the hundreds of tourists wander the hallways towards their assigned baggage claim. He did not want to be there, it was over a hundred degrees outside and he was exhausted from a long night at work. He was hoping this was only going to take an hour, so he could get home and sleep.

Flashback

"Greg I will not tell you again. You either find yourself a replacement or you don't go out in the field, you have two weeks." Gil Grissom said to Greg as he sat opposite him inside his dark office.

"I will, I promise," Greg replied, standing to leave.

Once out in the aqua hallways of the Las Vegas Crime Lab Greg ran a hand through his spiked up dirty blonde hair and leaned against the wall. Three weeks, he thought to himself, how will I ever find a replacement that fast?

Well those three weeks passed quickly but luckily he had found a young woman from Wisconsin who gladly accepted his old position of "lab rat". And there he stood waiting to meet her and take her to her hotel. Watching the crowds he tried to imagine her. Brunette…blonde? Short….tall? Glancing at his watch he saw it was ten, which meant she should be there soon. Pulling out a small sign on which he had written Emily Clark; he held it in front of his dark green t-shirt. A few minutes passed before a young woman, who looked to be in her early 20's walked towards him. Her dark brown hair feel around her shoulders in waves, and her eyes where hidden behind small black rimmed glasses. She had to have been warm he thought, for she was wearing a fitted black jacket, with a baby blue tank underneath along with dark blue skinny jeans.

"You must be Mr. Sanders," she said putting out a small hand, for him to shake.

"Call me Greg," he replied, eyeing her up and down, "and you must be Emily Clark."

"Yes, it's a pleasure to meet you," Emily smiled, setting down her bag.

"Well, we should get going so you can get some rest before work tonight," Greg said trying to speed her along, so he could also go home.

"Hold on," she said shrugging out of her coat, to only be left in her tank top.

Greg stood in front of her getting impatient as she pulled her long layered hair back into a ponytail. She looked up and saw Greg staring at her.

"Sorry," she said picking up her coat and bag, "This weather is going to take some getting used too."

Greg rolled his eyes, as he turned from her and headed towards the door. She followed quickly after him, taking twice as many steps as him for she was quite small compared to him.

"Did you say I'm working tonight? I thought I would at least have like a week to settle in and find an apartment." She said impatiently trying to turn and talk to him as she lugged along her suitcase and attempted to keep his pace.

"Well, we are short people at the lab right now, so Grissom needs you right away so that I can go out in the field tonight." Greg stated.

"Oh, well fine then. What time does shift start?" Emily asked quietly, not wanting to fight with him.

"Six thirty. You can take a cab from your hotel." He said as he climbed into the driver's seat of the SUV.

Emily threw her heavy duffle bag in the backseat and climbed into the passenger side. The ride to the hotel was a quite one. Emily watched out the window at the hotels and casinos, all the shows and people lining the streets. Her green eyes widened as she took all of the scenery in. She had never really left the Midwest before, so this was all very new to her. Greg on the other hand watched Emily. He watched as she smiled as they drove and her whole body was turned towards the window. Her hair blew across her smooth cheek and feel back behind her shoulder, her hand went instinctually to her hair and pushed it behind her ear. Taking a breath, Greg returned his eyes to the road, and tried very hard to concentrate while he weaved in and out of Las Vegas traffic.

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