The gunshots rang out like big church bells except without the beautiful harmony. They kept firing for what seemed like hours, amazingly enough, managing to miss the small poker table that Sara was hiding behind. She looked around her. There were bits of floor, ceiling, tables, chairs…and bodies all around her. She had no idea what had happened or where anyone else was besides him. She looked across the way through her welled up eyes. There he was. He was lying on his side behind the blackjack table with both of his hands covering up the horrendous wound on his right leg that insisted to keep gushing blood out not matter how much pressure he put on it. The pool of blood around him was getting bigger every second, but he never took his eyes off her.

Earlier that Day

It was typical day at CSI Headquarters; Sara, Warrick, Catherine, Nick, and Greg were all sitting around in the break room waiting for their usually late boss. Sara was eating an apple, Warrick, Nick, and Greg were all looking at some car magazine, and Catherine was in her own little world while filing her nails. A few minutes later their stoic boss arrived.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm late."

A mumble of yeah's, whatever's, and various eye rolls erupted from the room. Grissom "pretended" not to notice.

"Okay, we all have one big case tonight."

"Oh joy," Greg injected.

Again, Grissom decided to ignore the previous comment.

"There has been a robbery in the jewelry store of the Golden Nugget Hotel and Casino. Two very expensive, antique necklaces donated by the Liberace Museum were stolen."

Nick shook his head, "Why do Casino's even have jewelry stores?"

"They need somewhere close for people to spend their earnings, believe me," Warrick stated as a matter of fact. "Not that I do that anymore," said Warrick defending himself.

In a comforting tone Grissom said, "Don't worry Warrick, we know you're over that part of your life. Okay, now for assignments. Warrick and Sara you have the exterior of the store, Greg and Nick the interior, and Catherine, you're with Brass and I interviewing witnesses."

"What do we know so far?" interjected Sara.

"Well," sighed Grissom, aiming his answer towards the always eager Sara, "two men, determined by their height and weight, entered the casino with black masks and hoods. They immediately aimed their guns at the guards and made them lock the doors. They then tied up said guards and proceeded to the jewelry store where one held the cashier at gunpoint while the other broke into the glass case using the butt of his gun. Of course, an alarm when off, but the men had fled the scene by the time the cops got there five minutes later."

Sara nodded at his explanation, but kept her lips pursed together.

"Why did the perps only take the two necklaces? I mean, it's a casino. There are tons of stores with cash registers, not to mention the vault, and the money people simply had in their pockets."

Grissom nodded, "Very true, so money obviously was not the object."

"Maybe the necklaces had some special importance to the bad guys. Maybe they're working for someone, or are planning to sell them on the black market," Warrick chimed in.

"Those are good reasons," Grissom concluded, "but there are plenty more that are plausible as well. The real question is which one fits the crime?"