I'm back on top of things again and I finally know where I want this story to go. Readers of my last Lys/Nick one, erase all memory of her exept for her past..though it's gonna alter a little.

Also... how many people want a part two to my other Lys/Nick fic?

Chapter 3- Air

Grissom and Nick looked at Seller and the young agent wide eyed, at each other then back at Alyssa, who was smirking. "Yea I get it all the time." She sighed and moved from Seller's grasp as Grissom shook her hand.

Seller stood next to Alyssa. "When we found out the kind of victim's he was killing, Alyssa was the only one in the bureau who matched the description to a T, might I add. So we sent her undercover. We weren't sure if the perp was a visitor to the club or what." He explained looking down at Alyssa who rolled her eyes in return.

"What?"

"Why do you do that?" She huffed.

"Do what?" He asked in a slightly childish manor.

"That. You take credit for what I came to you for." She hissed and turned back to Grissom and Nick. "I'm... sorry." Alyssa apologized.

"When I got here, they had tabs on a suspect, ironically a different one. We had suspected another guy. Bernie Fielder. Trucker who had been to all the other clubs, evidently, so did this one. He's a resident of Miami, He drives back and forth. It's his route." She said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"How do you-" Alyssa cut Seller off.

"I called the agent before you called me, got a quick profile on the man, he left his credit number when he paid Tammy…" She said softly, a hint of pain for the victim glimmered in her green eyes, as she rubbed her bare arms, feeling slightly insecure about her current attire.

Nick caught her gesture and immediately pulled off his jacket and handed it to her, only earning him a glare from Seller and a soft smile from Alyssa. "Thank you, Mr.… Stokes right?" She guessed with a little smirk as he nodded.

Alyssa was about to open her mouth to speak but was cut off by her cell phone ringing. "Dr. Crane… Oh no, you want Seller, one second." She said holding her phone out to the agent next to her.

"Who is it?"

"God," She said simply as he took the phone offering her a dirty look before walking off.

"Head of his unit, probably giving him shit for allowing me to run off."

"But he didn't…" Nick said confused.

"Yea I know, but in order for him to use me, he had to swear to keep me watched at all times. First off because I'm from the criminalistics/science department in the Bureau, I just did some of my training under him, and also because he has my resignation on his desk so technically I'm leaving." She said listening to Seller apologize profusely to his boss before hanging up and standing back beside Alyssa.

"Next time, tell me where you're going."

"Not my job, your men's and there will be no next time."

"We'll talk about this over dinner."

"Like hell we will, in your dreams Seller." She said turning to leave.

"Uhm, Doctor?" Grissom finally spoke up. "We'll need your statement… back at the lab." He explained as he watched her turned to face him.

"Oh yea sure, do you mind if I uh… go back to my hotel room and get dressed in something a little more, uh… normal?" She cocked her head in question.

"Sure, Nick will meet you at the lab in an hour." Grissom said turning back to the body.

"You're driving me home Seller." She called as she walked out of the room Seller no far behind.

It was silent for a few seconds until both men heard a random, "Hands off me!" From the female FBI agent.

It was 4 am and Alyssa was sitting in Jim Brass' office, across from the detective and next to Nick, Seller waiting in the seating area.

"…And here are my credentials…" She handed Brass her information as she finished up telling them exactly what had happened.

Brass nodded as he looked through her information, "Ran a back round check on you when I heard you were coming in… Dr. Crane." He said looking up at her, "You can't be more than… 26."

Alyssa smirked and nodded, "I'd expect nothing less… and Uhm… 24."

"What?"

"I'm 24 not 26." She stated with a small smirk as Brass and Nick laughed a little.

"Well Doctor-" Alyssa cut Brass off.

"You know what, Alyssa works well." She shrugged not liking formalities.

"Well…Alyssa, you can go. Thank you for coming in." Brass nodded standing as Nick followed by the young agent her self.

"My pleasure… sort of." She shook her head a little and held out her hand. "I'll be in town till tomorrow evening, if you need me, here's my card, don't call Seller." She tried her hardest not to roll her eyes.

Brass took her card from her out stretched hand. "Thank you. We'll be in touch." He said walking her out, Nick following.

Alyssa smirked at both men as she headed off in the direction of the lab.

"She's cute." Nick commented as he too walked out.

"She's from Miami Nicky, no chance." Brass quirked an eyebrow and turned back into his office.

She had managed tip toe past Seller and wandered into what looked like the crime lab. Searching the names on the doors, she walked slowly looking into various windows as her heels clicked against the floor. Luckily Seller had allowed her 30 minutes to shower and change into real attire, black dress pants, white shirt and black dress jacket. Before dragging her out for a burrito, where he scolded her about how her independence was bad for her health and that the 'FBI was the place to be', before he dug into a beef burrito, making the young brunette very nauseous.

She approached a slightly closed door and read the sign before she knocked lightly.

Alyssa heard shuffling, then a muffled 'Come in.'

Complying, she slowly pushed the door open to fine Grissom and the female CSI from the crime scene, standing looking slightly embarrassed. "Dr. Crane. What can I do for you?" He asked walking around behind his desk and taking a seat.

Alyssa held her jacket over her clasped hands and smiled at the older brunette, as she stepped beside her.

"You're that strip-"

"Agent Dr. Alyssa Crane, under cover bar tender." Alyssa smirked holding her hand out.

"Sara Sidle CSI level III- MD…" Sara trailed off as Alyssa shook her head.

"PhD," She said softly. "Physics and a Masters in Criminology…"

"Oh," as all Sara said, obviously surprised and impressed. "Specialty?"

"I work as a crime scene analyst for the FBI, but my area of expertise is Ballistics- If this is a bad time..." Alyssa trailed off and looked over at Grissom who shook his head.

"I'll uhm… be in the break room…" Sara said and began to walk out of Grissom's office. "Nice to meet you Miss. Sidle,"

"You too Doctor." And with that Sara walked out.

"So what can I do for you?" Grissom asked taking a seat.

"I need you to- Well I want you to-" She felt her cell phone vibrate in her pocket. Pulling it out, she read Seller's name on the top of the text message.

He was looking for her.

Looking up she brushed a few of her large curls from her face. "I need to get out of the bureau, I need out of Miami. I was wondering if you have any job openings here, as a Ballistics Tech, and CSI… anything." She said trying not to sound to desperate.

Grissom looked at her confused as he pulled off his glasses. "You want to work in Vegas."

"Yes sir. I have the credentials, the talent-" She looked at her phone. "I could help the lab." She finished.

Grissom furrowed his brow. "How long are you in Vegas for?"

"I leave tomorrow evening." She said pulling out her card and placing it on his desk.

Picking up the car, Grissom looked at it, considered it. "Keep your cell phone on Dr. Crane. I'll let you know tomorrow. Have a good night." Grissom said as she backed up towards the door.

"Agent Crane, there you are… you're a long way away from Detective Brass' office aren't you." Seller said coming up behind her.

Alyssa looked at Grissom then back at Seller. "Just coming to say bye," She said and turned back to Grissom. "Bye Doctor Grissom, thank you." She said and walked off down the hall way.

Seller watched her leave and turned to Grissom. "She's detrimental to the Bureau, she'd regret it if she were to leave." Seller said to Grissom.

"I think Dr. Crane feels differently. Is it the Bureau she's detrimental to Seller, or you?" Grissom asked pulling out a file to go over.

"Don't make me regret working with you." Seller warned wand walked out of the office.

Narrowing his eyes Grissom picked up his phone. "Brass, could you send over Dr. Cranes' credentials and files? Thank you." He said pressing the button for another line and dialed a number.

"Dr. Crane, its Gil Grissom from the crime lab…"

TBC...

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