A/N: Next chap up, I'm glad that ppl are reading my story. Sry about the wait. School's ending and apparently every single teacher wants to give us homework. BTW: decided to put it in the CSI: section too because it is a crossover. Plzzz R&R, I wood rilly like reviews. :)

Chapter 2: Connections Made

Las Vegas 3: 20 am

"Nice place," whistled Warrick Brown as he stepped down from the Denali. Catherine Willows got out from the other side while Greg Sanders exited the back. All three were carrying silver kits.

"What've we got?" called Catherine to another women as all three CSIs ducked under the yellow crime scene tape.

"Vic's name is Matt Bale, the mansion is his," the woman, Sofia Curtis, said not even referring to the notepad in her hand. She motioned to the three CSIs and led them into the house, where a whole mess of people was gathered.

"This whole place belonged to our dead guy," questioned Greg in awe.

"Yea, he was some big shot guy on the party scene," answered Sofia. "Coroner's pronounced so you're allowed to touch whatever you want." Catherine nodded as all three of them pulled on gloves and extracted their cameras. Catherine headed toward the body, Greg and Warrick a couple steps behind her.

"Hey David," Catherine said as she crouched next to the body.

"Hey Catherine," greeted David Phillips, the assistant coroner. "From the liver temp, COD is less than 10 hours ago, and it looks like blunt force trauma, but we'll know more after autopsy.

"Thanks David," smiled Catherine as she photographed the body from every angle imaginable. "Ok, press'll be all over this case so we have to make sure that no one gets a hold of any of this."

"You got it Cath," assured Warrick as he sidestepped a pool of blood and tweezed up a fiber.

"Greg," began Catherine. "You take the second floor. Look for everything and anything. Warrick," Catherine locked eyes with Warrick's gorgeous green eyes and felt a shock run through her body. "Take the rest of the first floor." He nodded and flashed her a smile as he turned toward the kitchen with a flashlight already in his hand.

Catherine sighed and glanced around, This is gonna be a long night, she thought and snapped on her own pair of gloves contemplating whether or not she could get Warrick to agree to drinks afterwards.

New York 6: 30 am

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes yawned as he walked into the house. The house that was now a crime scene. Mac had called him in a couple hours early and he hadn't even had a chance to down a cup of coffee. Hawkes was walking into the crime scene blinded. The only detail of the scene that he knew was that it was a female victim, mid-thirties, and apparent GSW.

"Hey Mac," called out Hawkes. "What's happenin here?"

Mac Taylor spun around and faced Hawkes snapping on latex gloves. "This wonderful house in Riverdale belongs to a Mr. And Mrs. Martin Holloway with their two adorable children." said Mac with just a small hint of sarcasm. "Do you think you can pronounce Hawkes? Stella's scene's in Manhattan and that' Peyton's first stop and I'd rather not maker her drive all the way over here."

"No problem Mac, do we have a gurney or something?"

"On it's way. An ambulance was actually called to the scene first so we can use theirs."

"Great." Hawkes didn't mind taking over as ME for the time being but he still wanted to do the job he was being payed to do, collecting evidence. As Sheldon went over the body, Detective Jennifer Angell walked into the crime scene.

"Hey Boys, I'm gonna go talk to the family would either of you like to join our are you to wrapped up in tweezing up fibers?" asked the pretty brunette.

Hawkes shrugged as he checked the body for any tell-tale signs of abuse. The victim had a plastic bag over her face, but Hawkes thought it better if they removed it at the lab, although Hawkes was very curious as to see why the killer decided to cover the face.

"Mac," called Sheldon. "All I can tell is that it looks like a GSW and that she's probably been dead oh 3-4 hours." Hawkes shrugged as she exchanged his latex gloves for new ones and grabbed a couple of evidence bags.

Las Vegas 5:15 am

"Hey Sara, are you gonna work or just sit there while we bust our asses tryin' to accommodate all the small murders that are occurring?" inquired a rather pissed looking Catherine Willows. Sara Sidle just glanced at her and then went back to reading the latest issue of the Forensics Journal. "Hey did you hear me!"

"I'm off the clock, my shift doesn't start for another few hours," replied Sara nonchalantly.

"So, then why are you here? Grissom and Nick could really use some help too."

"What about you, Greg, and Warrick? Couldn't you guys help?"

"We have our own case," Catherine said as she sat across from Sara. "Male DB, Henderson address, apparent blunt force trauma, the usual scumbag awaiting capture. Plus, they're still at the scene,"

"Interesting, can't two CSIs handle that case?"

"Yeah, but are you seriously gonna pass up a chance to work with us?" Catherine knew Sara; eight years of working with someone could give you that knowledge.

"No, but I also don't wanna get screwed by Ecklie for working a graves case, especially if I'm supposed to work with him." Sara used 'him' as a pronoun but Catherine knew exactly which him she was referring to. Sara had technically broken, no- full out broken, one of the lab's rules: no personal relationships with co-workers and dating the supervisor definitely fell under the category. That meant that one of them would have to leave the team and Sara was willing to do so, so that Grissom wouldn't have to. Sara moved to Swing, got a new partner, but still seemed to be at the lab every single night. "Ronnie'll be disappointed to find out that I ditched her, again, to work with you guys." Sara finally looked up from the magazine. "I dunno Cath, d'ya think this is a good idea?"

"You'll be fine," assured Catherine as both women got up from the table and parted ways.

A/N: K, the next chap is almost done so there's less of a wait. Hope you liked this one and I'd really like a review or two... : D