A/N: Okay, I had to get this plot bunny out of my head so I could get some sleep. A little Halloween fic for Vegas! As always, I do not own anything of CSI. The rest is mine though. I also have a little crossover with my NCIS story, but you don't have to read it to get this one.

Nick stokes stepped outside the small club off the Vegas strip. It was Halloween night, and he was heading home. Despite the holiday, he was off duty, and amazingly hadn't been called in. As he passed an alley, he thought he saw a couple scuffling, and at first he glanced away. Until he heard a feminine voice cry out in pain. Turning around, he headed down the alley, he saw the woman laying on the ground, while the man stood over her, a sinister grin splitting his face. The man was dressed like Neo from The Matrix and he was holding a two foot blade.

"Foolish little Watcher. You think that your little silver blades can harm me?" he hissed, and Nick felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickle. The man's voice came out in a hiss, and sounded vaguely like something out of a horror film.

"Piss off!" the woman snapped, her heeled boot connecting with her attackers knee. An inhuman roar of pain escaped the.. creature's lips, and Nick drew his gun.

"LVPD! Drop the weapon!" he shouted, trying very hard to keep his hands steady. The woman leapt up with an almost feline grace and snatched the blade from the thing before her. She turned and came barreling toward him.

"Don't just stand there, run!" she yelled, as the thing behind her lifted a hand, muttering in a strange language Nick couldn't place. The woman turned and flung a hand out behind her. She slammed into Nick as flames shot from her open palm and struck dead center on her attacker. The creature roared in pain and dropped to it's knees. Nick was holding the woman upright and heard the hiss of pain as his hand gripped her side. She straightened and strode back to face the thing that was looking less human and more like something out of a Grimm fairy tale. It was still hissing at the woman in the strange language. She laughed at it.

"Such language, Kravorn. Don't be like that. You have had plenty of chances to redeem yourself, and I am all out of pity. You know the rules. You break 'em, you go back to the Pits." She said, pulling what looked like a small wooden box from her coat. The thing's eyes widened in fear as she pulled a small handful of something out and blew it in his face. Green smoke surrounded him as he screamed. The woman turned and returned to face Nick as the beast vanished. He was still staring at where Kravorn had been standing.

"What. The Hell. Was. That?" he demanded, focusing on the woman before him. She had raven hair, tightly braided and curled around her head. Her skin was lightly tanned and she had a scar through her left eyebrow, curling around the rim of her eye. Her eyes were striking, a deep purple, with flecks of gold in them.

"That was a demon. A couple of goth wannabes managed to get there hands on a summoning scroll that really called forth a Pit Demon in human skin. Nasty buggers. Thanks for the distraction. I thought I was gonna be on the receiving end of my own sword for a second there." She replied. When she grinned at him, Nick noticed the same blade was part of a set she wore on her hips. Her dark red leather coat covered them until she needed them. Beneath the cat, Nick could see a black close fitting shirt and hiphugger jeans. At her throat was a talisman of some kind.

"You okay?" he asked, noticed that her shirt was damp, though with what he couldn't say. The grin she flashed this time was fake.

"Right as Rain. Don't' bother telling anyone about this. They wouldn't believe you anyway. After all, it's Halloween." She said, heading down the alley. Nick watched her for a moment before he called after her.

"It's illegal to flee a crime scene!" he shouted. She turned and walked backwards, clutching her side.

"What crime? I was defending myself against something that you never need see. You guys deal with the evil inherent in man. I take care of the stuff the bad guys fear." She replied, turning away again. Nick moved down the alley to where the demon had been banished. He caught the scent of sulfur, salt, and jasmine. Shaking his head, he followed the mystery woman, wondering just what in the hell he had ended up in.

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Inside a clean but shabby motel room, Verity pulled her coat off, hissing as she felt the dried blood pull on her side. She removed her sword belt and found her cell phone. Checking her messages, she groaned. Seven missed calls, all from Kaileena. Halloween was normally a day off for Watchers, but every once in a while something came up. Pressing the speed dial, she brought the phone to her ear.

"Hello?"

"It's Ver. Just wanted to return your call, my lady." Verity said. She heard a growl over the phone.

"You know how I fell about being called that." Kaileena said.

"Just wanted to annoy you a little. What's up?"

"Nios said you were having some trouble. Where are you?"

"Vegas. Just a little one. A simple banishment. The hard part was finding the bastard."

"Do you need me to come out there?"

"No I got him. You focus on your party. Tell me all about it when I see you next week." Verity said, gritting her teeth as she pulled the fabric of her shirt away from the gash in her side.

"I slipped a feather in your kit last time you visited. Sounds like you need it. See you next week Ver." Kaileena said, and disconnected. Verity rolled her eyes. Ever since Kaileena had been crowned the Phoenix Queen, she seemed to have an uncanny ability to know when her fellow Watchers needed help. Chuckling, she stood from the bed to dig through her med kit. A sudden pounding at her door made the Watcher jump, swearing in Gaelic. She looked through the peephole and saw the handsome cop from earlier standing there. Cursing under her breath, she opened the door.

"You don't give up do you?" she said. Nick's eyes immediately took in the half naked woman before him, his eyes honing in on the wound on her left side.

"Your hurt." He said, concern evident in his voice. She sighed and turned back to her kit, looking for the golden feather that Kaileena had placed there. Nick stepped inside and pushed the door closed.

"I'll be fine. What are you doing here? You trying to bring me in for a crime you can never prove?" Verity pulled the feather free from the bag with a flourish.

"I had a feeling you might be hurt, so I followed you here. You really need to go to a hospital." He said. Verity scoffed.

"I don't think so. Besides, I didn't go when a feral werewolf nearly killed me, why should I go for a little cut? Especially when I have this?" she asked, gesturing with the feather.

"What's so special about a feather?" Nick asked. Verity began to sweep the feather over her wound, raising an eyebrow at the Texan.

"What, no comment about the werewolf? You cops are normally a lot more logical than this. Worse than a Vulcan." She quipped, sighing as her wound closed. Nick stared as the feather glowed and vanished is a small burst of flame.

"I try to keep an open mind. I also never dismiss anything without proof." He said.

"I think I could learn to like you, Tex. I'm Verity." She said holding out her hand for him to shake.

"Nick Stokes." He replied, taking her hand. As he did, a whiff of jasmine hit his nose and he felt a shock in his hand. Verity pulled back.

"No wonder you didn't freak out. You've got the Gift." She commented.

"What gift? What are you talking about?" he asked, a familiar chill creeping up his spine.

"Magik."

A/N: Okay, this was going to be a little Halloween oneshot, but I might be persuaded to keep going on this story. My muse was smacking me in the back of the head all night.(I think she watches NCIS in her off hours) So Reviews, please. Should I continue or not?