A/N: Next Chap up!! Tom. is my last day of skool so i should be updating more often soon. BTW: Thanks KickassScot and Vicki-Boo for their reviews. They helped to keep me writing along w/ all the ppl who put me on their story alerts!! : )

Chapter 3: New York, New York?

New York 7: 56 am

"I'm starving Danny," whined Lindsay. They were driving back from the crime scene; Stella had already ditched them to do God knows what with Flack. "C'mon we haven't eaten since like 10 hours ago."

Danny laughed. He was happy that everything between them had been resolved. Now he could work with her and spend nights with her. "Yeah, I'm hungry too. How bout some pizza?"

"At 8 in the morning are you insane!"

"Nah, just hungry."

"When I said I was hungry I meant lets get breakfast not lunch or dinner."

"Well my schedule is all screwed up thanks to those damn doubles we're pulling," muttered Danny, when he really was hungry, he was really moody.

"C'mon just a little something to eat," moaned Lindsay. Danny loved seeing her beg like that, while he normally caved later, he couldn't ignore the hunger that he felt so he stopped at a diner that most CSIs, detectives, officers, and anyone else related to the NYPD frequented.

Meanwhile

"C'mon Bonasera," complained Flack as Stella dragged him by the hand through the labs halls. "You gotta be jokin'! Why the hell do I have to follow you around?"

"Because this is your case and you said that you love listening to results," said Stella. She and Flack had just gone to alert the family as Danny and Lindsay finished up at the crime scene and she needed a distraction, even if it meant staring at a bloodstain for the next 45 minutes or more.

"When the hell did I say that? I like to be informed of the results but sit in a lab and watch you meticulously test some damn bloodstain to determine if the blood you found near the Vic's cut is hers or not is not something I wanna waste my afternoon on."

"What if I buy drinks tonight? Have I convinced you yet?" Stella asked exasperated. She knew that Lindsay and Danny had escaped somewhere because they weren't at the lab and they weren't at the scene. Stella wanted someone to talk to and Flack seemed like the perfect person to pinball ideas at.

"Maybe, Bonasera," Flack pondered the idea a bit. Then he flashed her one of his trademark grins and said, "Does dinner and dessert come with it?"

"Maybe Flack, but only if you stay. You don't have anything else to do anyways."

"Oh yea, three other open cases is nothing," he said as he pulled up a chair and grinned again. Stella sighed and glanced at her watch. Four more hours to go, she sighed.

Las Vegas 5:45 am

"Hey Gris," Nick Stokes called cautiously. "What the hell is that on her stomach?" Nick and Gil Grissom had arrived at the New York, New York and were collecting and documenting the crime scene. Grissom and David Phillips were crouched over the body of a female, mid-thirties, white, with a plastic bag covering her face. Nick had been documenting the area around the body when he had finally looked at their victim and noticed an irregular shape on her stomach.

"I'm not sure, we'll have to send it to Hodges," commented Grissom as he examined it. "David, don't take the bag off of her face. We'll do it when we get back to the lab, to preserve the evidence."

"You got it Grissom," David said as he and another guy from the coroners placed the body in one of the white body bags. "By the way, from her liver temp I gather she died 3-5 hours ago."

"Thanks David," Grissom said as he picked up his camera and aimed to shot a picture of a fiber he had found. "Nicky, didn't I tell you to call Catherine to come over?"

"Yea, she got a case of her own and sent me," said a female voice. Grissom lowered the camera and turned around to see Sara Sidle at the door with her kit on the floor and latex gloves on her hands. He smiled slightly as she walked towards him with a slight smirk and twinkle in her eyes. "Where do you want me?" she asked as her well-trained eyes scanned the hotel room looking for any evidence or anything out of place.

"David just took the body, Nick's documenting the bathroom and kitchen. Can you go over the bedroom? Vic is a Mallory Stein, tourist from New York. Husband and kids are with Brass." Grissom rattled off knowing Sara would pick it all up.

"Ok," she said slowly as she frowned.

"What," Nick and Grissom asked. They had noticed her frown and were both curious on what she picked up.

"It looks weird."

"Huh?" asked Grissom.

"The room, it looks funny."

"Alright Sara, what's funny about it?" Nick asked, his Texas accent finding a way into his speech.

"I dunno, I'll figure it out though."

"Yea, you will. Why d'ya think you're a CSI in the first place." Nick smiled at her as she shook her head and walked into the bedroom with her kit.

In the bathroom, Nick played with his flashlight, training it over every single surface available. He had never actually stayed at the casinos since he lived in Vegas, but it didn't mean that he wouldn't mind spending a couple of nights in one of the ritzy hotel rooms and the suite that he was processing at the moment was definitely luxurious. Occasionally, Nick would photograph or document something or he would hear his colleagues do the same thing. While many of his friends who didn't work as a CSI would say that he had one of the most boring jobs, Nick found it intriguing and he almost always had this conversation at every single damn crime scene and tonight was no different.

"Damn," Nick heard Sara exclaim. His attention piqued of course he walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom to see what was up.

"What have we discovered Miss Sidle?" questioned Nick jokingly.

"That these two people have been very busy since coming to Vegas," stated Sara. She had on goggles and the ALS out and was sweeping it over the room. The ALS came in handy when looking for blood and hairs, it also came in handy when looking for semen which was all over one of the two beds.

"Since when has sex in Vegas been something to get overexcited about?" asked Nick as he folded his arms.

"Since never," Sara said. "But the daughters are sleeping right next to them."

"Keyword: sleeping."

"That's sick Nick."

"If you were on vacation with your family. Wouldn't you want to indulge?" Nick was officially smirking now and was enjoying every last bit."

"Depends on whose there Nick."

"Really."

Grissom had entered into the bedroom now and was listening to the two younger CSIs banter, which of course he had come to break up.

"Ok both of you just get back to work, if we're lucky we'll finish before seven."

"Oh yay," said Sara sarcastically. "Enough time for me to take a sip of coffee and work again. Remind me again why I can't just transfer back." Nick and Grissom both opened their mouths but were silenced as Sara continued her tirade. "Oh right, because Ecklie's an asshole who doesn't want to give us something that we want!" Both men nodded and went back to their separate sections of the suite letting Sara vent her feelings about the Assistant Director by herself.


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