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Chapter 2- Gotchya

It was dark and boiling in Biters, like it always was at around midnight. Lexia bobbed her head to the latest installment from Justin Timberlake one of the dancers was dancing to. It was night two and she had a feeling it wouldn't be as quiet as last night. Sighing she served every horny man in the place the usual, something 'strong'.

Standing across from a blonde man Lexia placed his drink in front of him and turned to the next person, but was cut off by the man reaching out and copping a feel.

"Why aren't you up there baby? How about a private show with a little cash on the side?" His eyes were sunken is as he glared at her.

"Hands off." She said firmly as she back away, but she was grabbed once more.

"You know you want me." He seethed through his teeth.

Lexi narrowed her eyes. "Get bent creep." She pulled away one last time in attempt to move on.

"Lex… Lexi!" She heard her name being called from the direction dressing rooms. Looking back at the man at the bar, Lexi began walking past Tammy, "I'll be back." She squeezed her friends arm and went to help out back.

It was a sense of familiarity for Nick as he and the team walked through to club to meet Brass. "Young girl, early 20's, worked the bar." Brass shook his head as he led the team to the Body.

Nick swallowed hard as a specific interviewee, from his last visit here sprung to mind. He remember very little of her appearance, but was intrigued more by her mannerisms and the way she moved, talked, held her self. Almost as if she didn't belong in a place like this.

The site before them caused Sara to gasp and Nick Stokes to flinch.

"He's escalating." Agent Seller said as he slipped a pad of paper in his breast pocket.

"Why her? She's not a stripper… She doesn't fit the MO." Sara Sidle asked confused as she began circling the body, taking in the mess before her.

"Apparently an eye witness saw her come back stage, saw him leave without her 20 minutes later." He said looking at the young girl lying on the floor.

Nick couldn't tell if it was Lexia Hands or not, the amount of blood made it impossible to identify anyone. "Do we have an ID?" Nick jumped to the question.

Agent Seller shook his head. "No one's been able to identify her. She matches the description of three bar tenders here, all working the bar."

Grissom took notice of the Agents current mood, "Is there something wrong Seller?" Grissom asked as he looked up from the body. "Yes the description matches one of our agents." He said as he pulled out the phone.

"Agent where are you!" He asked boldly, "A street off of… why… I'll call back up." He said and turned to the others.

"Stay here my Agent has followed our serial home."

It was long and it was tiring. She had followed the man from the club to what she hoped was his home. The young agent knew she was taking a huge risk here but couldn't let him get away. Not this time… When she took on this task of going undercover, she was on her way out of the FBI and into some real science. With her PhD in physics and a masters in Criminology, this FED agent was wasting her time. Doing what? Serving beer to horny men, wearing nothing but a bikini top and booty shorts.

Sighing the agent was now, bundled up in blanket, on the hood of a cop car, being ogled by police men. While the real work was being done on the 3rd floor of the run down apartment building her suspect had run into.

"You're sure that's him?" Seller asked her as he held the phone to his ear.

Wide eyed the young agent looked up at him. "I'm the best you've got, why do you under mind me?" She snapped quietly.

"You're wearing a bra, panties, and clear heels." He stated, as he spoke to his men on the other line.

"Right, you see this. This is why you have my resignation sitting on you desk." She stood but nearly fell, all due to her heels. "I loath you." She stated as a group of officers came to her rescue. "I'm fine..."

"Where are you going to work huh?"

"A crime lab maybe?"

"Fine you want to be transferred to the lab at the Bureau? I can do it."

"No, I need out of Miami, any lab would take me." She explained as she looked at her nails.

A loud shot erupted from the apartment, followed by an eerie silence. "They got him." Both agents whispered.

Back at the club, the CSIs were busy working the scene. "This has got to be one of the brutal ones. Definitely the worst I've seen in a while." The crime lab's coroner said quietly as he taped up the body.

"It's because she didn't resist." A voice from the door caught everyone's attention. A young brunette stood in the doorway, bare foot, wearing nothing but her work attire.

"Lexi…" Nick breathed as he stood.

The brunette stepped forward. "A man at the bar was hitting on me. Asked me to take him backstage, he offered a little cash, and I didn't bite. I got called out back to help unload." She said looking down at the body. "I left Tammy on duty at the bar. She wasn't as well off as the rest of us; she'd take any money thrown at her." Nodding her chin forward. "That's Tammy Barton, 23. New to the bar." She said softly as she caught the eye of Gil Grissom. "Here purse is in the back, the light pink one." She said looking in Sara's direction. "All her information should be in there." The brunette spoke softly as Sara walked out of the room.

It was quiet for a few seconds, but that was broken by Seller entering the room, shutting his phone off. "We got the bastard. He has a GSW to the shoulder but will be fine, good work Lexi." He said placing his hand on Lexi's shoulder, squeezing it gently.

The brunette looked back at the agent as he nodded. Stepping forward she held her hand out to Gil Grissom, "It's actually not Lexi," She said quietly and looked over at Nick, then back to Gil.

"Special Agent Dr. Alyssa Crane."

TBC...