I originally wrote this chapter ages ago, but my computer hates me so it deleted it on purpose D: So, here is a second go at the chapter. I hope you enjoy it : )

Oh and an answer to Konekoko, you haven't got an account so I can't PM you : ( Well, this chapter is going to explain it, kind of... As soon as I put the original chapter on I thought the same as you :S And thank you for the review, you guys should take a leaf out of Konekoko's book :D

Spoilers for the last Natalie Davis episode in this one.


Chapter 8 - Visions, courtesy of Alice

Edward was sat in an old diner in the centre of Las Vegas. All of his family had left the city, apart from Alice and Jasper; who wanted to stay and keep him company.

"I don't want you going mad with loneliness" She had told him.

The three vampires were sat at a table, and had just finished pretending to eat bacon sandwiches. Edward picked up a salt dispenser and started to toy with it in his palms as Jasper began to talk.

"So are you sure it's the werewolf?" He asked warily, being sure not to make Edward angry in a public place.

"Positive." He growled back. He squeezed on the salt dispenser, leaving a hand shaped dent on it.

"It is him." Alice added, "I can't see Bella in some of the visions. It's all murky." Her expression was scrunched up in disgust as she said the last word. Then, her face smoothed over and her eyes became familiarly glazed over; Alice was having another vision.

Edward waited for a few seconds, then read the thoughts that slowly began to fill Alice's mind.


The thick fog slowly receded to reveal a large, dark lake. Stars dotted the cloudless sky and the full moon was reflected in the black waves of the water. There were no animals around for miles, and this led Alice to believe that there was a vampire… or werewolf… around.

The vision went blurry for a while, then focused on a section of the lake, in the centre.

A splashing noise erupted from the waves, and Alice's vision shifted closer to the source. A girl was thrashing around in the water, her arms flailing helplessly around. They were looking underwater now, and the girl's hair swishing madly in the waves; brown locks whirling at every kick and punch in the murky depths. Her head was just underneath the water, her left leg was attached to a metal cuff connected to a thick chain that extended so far down that not even a vampire's eyes could see the bottom - Edward assumed that there was a weight at the bottom of the lake bed.

The girl's kicks and arm-flailing became more frantic; she was beginning to run out of breath. Her head shook from side to side, the brunette curls moving even faster, although her face was still concealed. Her hands tried to cling on to something as they escaped the surface, but they failed to grasp anything apart from thin air. The underwater screams were loud and desperate, and she flailed her arms around more and more as she began to suffocate.

Her panic began to slow down, and after a few seconds stopped completely. It was then when her swirling hair parted away from her face so that Alice and Edward could tell who it was.

Isabella Swan was dead.


After the horrific vision ended, Edward came back to reality, and was staring into Alice's eyes; the terror in them mimicked his own. After a second or so, Jasper sent a warmth of calm around the room, although Edward's mind was still re-playing the terrifying vision of Bella's death.

"…Alice, what did you see?" Jasper asked, taking the small vampire's hand in his own.

"It was Bella…She was… dead." Alice whispered.

Edward didn't say anything, but the snapping sound of plastic in his hand was sufficient of showing his emotions. He watched the salt sift through his fingers and pool on the table. He looked up into the concerned eyes of the two vampires sat opposite him. He blinked, and placed the broken salt dispenser on the table.

"It looked like it was in Vegas." He spoke, his voice sounding raspy. "We should check where all the lakes are nearby."

"Why don't we tell the police." Jasper said, a hint of concern in his voice for the human he hardly talked to.

"And tell them what?" Edward replied harshly, "That Alice can see the future and she just so happened to see Bella drowning in a lake that we can't actually identify? They'll send us to the mental institute!"

"It's worth a shot," Alice replied, "We could post a note to their lab saying that Bella is going to die in a lake. I could draw a picture of what I saw and, um, include it in the… note?" She trailed off, watching Edward's expression. He looked at her with tortured eyes.

"If I say ok, what will happen?"

Alice closed her eyes, trying to see into the changed future. "… I can't see anything, Edward."

Jasper sighed and placed an arm around Alice.

"I think we should do it. For Bella's sake."

Edward stood up suddenly, causing a wave of unease to rush through the room as the customers were disrupted of their food. The vampire stomped out of the room, followed swiftly by Alice and Jasper.

"Was that a yes then?" Alice whispered to Jasper.


It was an hour later when the small white envelope, with the words 're: Isabella Swan" written on the front in marker pen, arrived at the lab. Grissom picked it up gently, being careful not to disturb any prints as he carefully transported it to QD. It strangely reminded him of Nick's burial a few years ago, and how he had opened the brown package that had been the metaphorical key to Nick's whereabouts.

He slipped out the perfectly folded piece of paper.

Dear Crime Lab,

I know what is going to happen to Bella. She is going to drown in a lake somewhere on the outskirts of Las Vegas. She will be cuffed by her left leg to a metal chain that she will not be able to free herself from.

Do not bother wasting fingerprint powder, or whatever you use nowadays. I used two pairs of gloves; there will be no prints. There are also no traces of hair or DNA anywhere because we used face masks and such. We will be untraceable, so just focus on finding Bella.

For Edward's sake.

Also inside the envelope was a drawing of a lake; presumably the one Bella was going to die in. The details were uncanny and scarily reminded Gil of the miniature killer three years ago, whose drawings were equally detailed. But there was no way this was her work; she killed herself in prison.

Grissom clicked on the mouse next to him, bringing the whirring computer to life. He searched for 'lakes in Las Vegas' and Lake Mead immediately popped up. The CSI brought the picture up to the screen and compared the two; the trees looked about in the same area and there was a mound of dirt next to the lakes right hand side.

He'd got a match.

"Nick?" Grissom said, speaking into his phone, "Bella Swan is going to die in Lake Mead."

"what? How'd you know that?"

"Just trust me. I got a letter from an anonymous person."

"How do you know they're not lying?"

"I don't think that, if it was a joke, they'd be screwing with us. They'd be sending this to her boyfriend or family."

"Well, ok, I'll head on over. You want me to take anyone else?"

"Yes." Grissom replied, "Everyone."


Sorry to leave this one short : ( feel free to review :D