Hello readers! I'mma keep this AN short, big shout out to Xx- ROSALAKROBESREEM -xX and The Walking Chill Pill, awesomey people with a good taste in Fanfics :D or maybe that was just me bribing them… anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter OMG I JUST REALISED IT'S THE HOLIDAYS! :D :D :D :D

By the way, I have no clue what American Football is, or how it is played. What can I say, I'm British!

Chapter 6 - Teams, Screams and Big Crime Scenes

"Go onn… go onn…"

The stocky footballer was sprinting closer and closer to the goal line. Two opposing players tried to tackle him down but he was relentless in running towards the thin, white line painted onto the pitch. He threw the ball down onto the ground and Nick Stokes jumped out of the couch in victory, much to Catherine's chagrin.

"TOUCHDOWWWWNNN!"

She handed her colleague a five dollar bill, then switched the TV screen off.

Normally, Nick would have been opposed to the match being turned off mid-game, but the case was really getting to him this time. Usually the cases that got to him were about child abuse or domestic violence, but this case got under his skin because it was just plain confusing.

"The further we get into this case, the less I understand it." Catherine sighed, shaking her head. The two were walking out of the break room, towards Grissom's office.

"I agree. I mean, the only thing we know for sure is that the blood at the crime scene was planted there." Nick replied.

"And that it all belongs to one person; Bella Swan."

"…Who is the girlfriend of Edward Cullen, who broke into the crime scene and whose family spoke with Grissom and gave him some more information…"

"About a boy who lives on the reservation near their home."

The pair had reached Grissom's office, and just as Nick went to open the door Greg walked out, with a sulky expression on his face and his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

"What's up with him?" Catherine asked her supervisor as she walked into his office.

"He's asking for field time again. And yet again I reminded him of his three failed proficiency tests. Anything new on the case?"

"No, we're just as confused as we were before." Nick replied bitterly, closing the door behind him as he walked in.

"Well maybe we should be considering visiting Washington. We could find this Jacob Black and question him about Bella's whereabouts."

"Should I ask Ecklie for a road trip, or what? I've never travelled so far to interrogate a suspect!" Catherine exclaimed, "And what about Lindsey? She's got a show coming up sometime and she'd kill me if I missed it!"

"Yeah, I think we should ask him to come down here instead."

"Sara? Sara wake up!" Sofia said, slowly raising her voice. The CSI was fast asleep on the bench of the locker room, and when the police officer had raised her voice a few more times she woke up, startled.

"Sorry, Sofia, I was just catching some shut-eye. Got a new scene for me, I presume."

"Yep, in the desert. Five DB's"

"Five? And I'm working it on my own?"

"'Fraid so. Unless Sanders is up for it."

"I'm not sure if he's allowed to, but I'll check with Grissom anyway…" Sara replied, jumping off of the bench and towards the supervisor's office.

Half an Hour Before

The shiny silver Volvo that sped down the desert road glinted in the warm Nevada sun. Edward knew where he was going, he just didn't know why. Half an hour beforehand he had received a text. And it was from Bella's phone.

Meet at death valley or she gets whats coming to her.

So naturally Edward had panicked, and told his family what had happened. Alice didn't seem surprised, nor did Jasper, but the rest of the family were concerned, especially Esme.

As he sped down the dirt road, he began to smell Bella's scent. It burned in the back of his throat, telling him that she had been here recently. His foot pressed down on the accelerator, nearly snapping it in half. Jacob - and he was positive it was that nasty dog - was probably in the area, and it was also most likely him who had taken his girlfriend's phone and texted him… well, threatened him.

The scent intensified, and Edward rammed his foot onto the brakes immediately. He got out of the car, and made sure that the door was locked - not that he couldn't just buy another car if it was stolen - and followed the scent of Bella until he reached a few miles into Death Valley.

He began to smell something else as well as Bella's scent; something not quite right. Someone else's blood, but it smelt… off.

He continued to follow the scents, and it led him deeper into the desert. The off-smelling scent was getting stronger, and as the vampire delved further forward he could smell more and more people…

Suddenly it dawned on him. All of the blood apart from Bella's were off. Which meant only one thing…

He climbed swiftly over a rock and looked down at the small canyon below.

Where five dead bodies were lying, face up, and had been manipulated to make it look like they were pointing at something written in the sand.

This is all your fault.

The Present

Sara descended over the canyon and met David, the coroner, who was writing down notes and examining the five DBs.

"Hey SuperDave" She greeted "What've we got?"

"Three males, two females, all in mid rigor mortis. Looks like gun shot wounds but we can't be sure until Doc Robbins has a look. I'd say they've been dead about four hours, though."

"OK, thanks" Sara walked around the scene, camera in her hand, and took pictures of the overall scene. Then, she moved forward and began to take individual photographs of pools of blood, clumps of hair and a message drawn into the sand. It was eerily quiet, strange since the perimeter of the canyon was surrounded by police and Dave had only just left for the morgue.

"I found a stick." Came a voice from behind her, making her swing around in shock. There she saw Greg, with indeed a large stick in his hand, waving at her.

"Dammit Greg, you made me jump!" She exclaimed, moving her hand away from her gun holster.

"Sorry."

"…a stick?"

"Yeah, a stick." He nodded "It could've been used to make that note over there" He pointed towards the words in the sand. "I'll check it for epithelials when I get back to the lab"

"Uh, yeah ok Greg, good work. Grissom let you out for once?" Sara smiled. How in the world is Greg not a CSI? she thought, Oh, yeah. He failed all his proficiency tests. I guess using the toilet at a crime scene, mistaking cocaine for morphine and various other mistakes is a good argument.

"Yup, but only because you persuaded him. Honestly, I've been begging him for ages and he just keeps on telling me that I failed my proficiency tests. I mean, way to rub it in my face and all, but I always thought you learned from your mistakes…"

"Well, maybe in time you can re-take the tests…?" Sara shrugged, trying to make the spiky haired dude feel a little better.

"Meh. You find anything good?"

"… apart from a clump of hair near the bodies and a few maggots, nothing really."

"This could've just been a dumping ground." The rookie noted.

"Yeah, but if the bodies had been moved then there wouldn't have been as much blood here. Plus, livor mortis has set where the bodies have been lying. They died here."

"Shot?"

"Maybe. Dave thinks so."

Greg got out the Haemoglobin testing kit and sampled both ends of his stick.

"Now this is just a hunch, but…" he dropped a chemical onto the swab, and it turned bright pink, making Greg grin manically.

"Sometimes puncture wounds are mistaken for gun shot wounds. Well done, Greggo." Sara nodded, turning towards the crime scene and taking a few more photos.

"So, do you want me to collect evidence, or am I not allowed to…?"

"Greg, you've had field training, I think you'll be ok collecting stuff you find." This made Greg grin again and continue to inspect the crime scene.

About half an hour later, Sara and Greg were still inspecting the crime scene. The latter was about to head back off to the lab and try to get DNA from pieces of evidence, and he also had swabbed substances from each of the victims clothes. As he reached his car, there was an ear piercing screaming noise.

"…Sar', did you hear that?" He asked nervously, looking around.

"Yeah." The CSI whipped out her gun and followed where the sound had come from. It seemed to be originating from a few metres away from the crime scene, and as she and Greg jumped over the rim of the canyon, they immediately saw a large creature bounding away with something in it's claws. Sara tried to shoot the animal, but it was too fast for her to get a good aim.

"What the…" Greg began.

Sara whipped out her radio, and spoke into the receiver

"Control, this is Charlie, three, Sidle, requesting backup"

"Control. State your location."

"About two miles out of the North entrance to Death Valley. Animal possibly attacking victim five metres from the crime scene."

"Ok Ma'am backup will be around fifteen minutes"

"No, no! You have to be quicker than that!" She shouted down the radio. "Damn it" she cursed as her radio fell to the floor; she was still trying to aim at the not-so-near animal.

The wolf-like creature disappeared over the horizon, and Sara sighed.

"Shouldn't we be chasing after it?" Greg asked

"Well, we could, but I doubt that woman's alive now. Plus, we could end up as wolf food."

"Ah. Uhh, ok then." He replied uneasily.

"The substance on your each of your vic's clothes is saliva." Hodges stated to Sara, who had returned to the lab a few hours before.

"What type of saliva?"

"I'm not sure… It's not quite animal, but not quite human. Y'know, this reminds me of a film a watched lately."

"…a film? About what, saliva?"

Hodges shook his head arrogantly.

" No, a film about half wolves and half humans. Y'know, werewolves."

"So you think that the saliva is… werewolf saliva."

"Well, I dunno. I sent it over to Greg to see if he could get DNA."

"Ok… uh, good chat, Hodges." Sara replied, and turned on her heels. She walked out of the Trace lab and was immediately met by Sanders himself.

"Sara, come hither." He beckoned her into his lab.

"You get anything on the saliva?"

"No ID, but it matches an ongoing case. Y'know, that one when the guy went wild and nearly killed Hodges." A smile escaped the lab tech's lips. "That was so funny."

"What, Nick and Catherine's case?"

"Yup."

"Ok, thanks Greg." She began to exit the lab, but Greg stopped her.

"Um, Sara, just wanted to let you know that I liked going out in the field today. You tell Gris that, ok?"

"Yeah, sure. You did good, too."

"Thanks."

Hope you enjoyed this chapter, lemme just take this time to inform you that I DON'T own CSI and I DON'T own Twilight. I would if I could, believe me. Review please, not allowed to offer you cookies because of SOMEONE (*coughthewalkingchillpillcough*) but lemme know what you think :D I think we all know whos taken Bella now…