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A/N: Set around Season 9. Lil' Drabble.

Riley sat at the table in the break room, swinging her legs with anticipation as her cyan eyes scanned over the evidence report in front of her. She'd been at work all day, helping the dayshift with their case as they'd been a little short-handed with a firearms-based case that touched on the illegal trafficking of weapons. The weapon smuggling part of the case had been taken over by ATF, but the homicide part had been CSIs' part to play.

She glanced at the clock, listening to it tick as the tranquility of the lab became more evident. The night shift had just about started and she was already pulling a double. Adams didn't really have a problem with it though. Nothing a few cups of coffee couldn't solve.

The dayshift CSIs signed out and soon enough, it was the graveyard shift team that were on the rotation for the entirety of their shifts. Riley had been leading the case she'd been working on and this case report from CSI Diaz was important for when it got taken to court. Having read over the evidence report and being happy with the summary of the case, Adams closed the file and laid it back down on the table.

"Hey Riles! How was the rest of your night?" Greg happily greeted her as he entered the break room, heading towards the brewer that had his Blue Hawaiian coffee brewing in it.

"I got breakfast, slept for a bit and then I received a callout. Not too bad. We've got a solid case and the assistant state attorney is willing to go in."

Greg could see how relieved she was by the outcome of her case, and it honestly made him happy to know she was happier. "Great. Suppose you're going to the Documents Lab, huh?" The blonde stood up, collecting her things. "I am, but it will only take a sec." She chuckled, then walking out of the room and heading in the designated direction.

And it wasn't long before the CSIs were back to work either.

A case came through. Riley and Greg were first on the scene, arriving to the motel with Captain Brass. The pair walked in sync, wearing their vests and holding their equipment. Riley had the kit in her hand whereas Greg had the camera hung around his neck with his flashlight in his free hand.

Adams put down the kit and began sketching the scene as Greg took a look around the place. "Got anything?!" She called to him in curiosity as her pencil glided along the page with such attention to detail. Sanders had poked around the drain and found a positive for blood in the sink, which was most likely where the killer had been waiting. David was taking the best look at the body he could in it's original position. The Vic was in a strange position and anyone could see that, specialist or not.

When Riley finished the sketch, she began processing the scene. "Hey Greggo!" Greg popped his head out of the bathroom. "Yeah?" "I found hair, and it's not the victim's. It's too light." That meant there were two people in the room at some point, and they needed to extend their search for now a second person too.

"David, you can take a look now." Riley said, tilting her head as she stared at the dead body in awe. The medical examiner was glad to finally be of some use and he was happy with that. Standing around while the two CSIs process was one of the most frustrating things. The blonde observed the position and thought about the ways it could've happened. It was homicide after all.

"She's got defensive wounds."

Greg joined then in the main room and took a look at the body. "How does one end up like that?" David checked over the body and found some post-mortem bruising on the arms as well as defensive wounds. "I don't think she died in this position. She was moved. Liver temp puts time of death around 1am this morning."

CSI Adams nodded, putting her gloves hands to her hips and sighing. "There's a bullet wound to the back. I should be able to get a better look.." The shine of something under the TV stand caught her attention. ".. once you get it out." She bent over and looked under it, coming across the shell casing of a 38 underneath the piece of furniture.

The older CSI made his way over with the kit. "You found something?" "A shell casing." She smiled, picking it up and straightening her stance. Greg opened up the envelope and Riley put the casing inside. "With that, it might be able to help us get a guarantee on the murder weapon we're looking for.. because there's no gun in this motel room."

"I'll page you when I get the bullet out." David told the newest CSI as he and the other medical examiners made their way out with the body.

"You think we'll get something?"

"Hopefully."

Back at the lab, Greg and Riley had been working on their case with their evidence getting processed. Riley was in Firearms, having gotten the bullet from Dr Robbins in autopsy, examining the bullet and seeing if the bullet matches one from another case.

Although, she wasn't too sure how many cases involved a 38-caliber handgun in Las Vegas. People will kill over anything and everything. She had been swabbing the DNA off the casing when her computer went. Riley put the swab in the box and checked the computer. On it, read 'match found' and a case from a while ago popped up. The blonde was pleased. They had a lead.

Riley clicked on the case file and began looking into the old case the weapon was linked to. It was from a case handled by the LVPD Narcotics unit, found at a drug bust and put into evidence. Nobody really knew what happened to gun but it somehow it's linked to their crime scene. She paged Sanders then brought in the other Ballistics expert from the dayshift to finish with the casing while she delivered the DNA to the DNA lab for processing. It could be the one piece of the killer they had from their crime scene.

The blonde, holding the boxed swab, made her way to the DNA lab. On her way, she saw Greg talking to some girl at reception. Adams found herself strangely curious as to who the girl was. Family? Friend? Girlfriend? She had never seen her before. It was odd. Not many of the CSIs got visits very often and Riley had met his mom, so she ruled out family. But she wouldn't know for sure. Not unless she actually asked him and as much as she was quite confident generally, things like that weren't exactly a strong point in her kind of conversation.

"Hey Riley, you've been standing there for a while and I was-" Mandy noticed Greg talking to the brunette a few feet away, and then it made sense why she hadn't even made it to the DNA lab. "Oh my god, you're jealous!" She exclaimed quietly.

Riley gave her friend an unimpressed look. "Yeah, right." She waved the lab tech off and walked past Greg and his 'friend', finally regaining her confidence as she went to hand the DNA sample over to the DNA analyst in the DNA lab.

Sanders watched as she walked past, picking up her emotion in the way she was walking. Swinging her hips like that. Sometimes he just couldn't help but stare. She wasn't mad. Not in the slightest. That was her walk of confidence, which only implied she'd found something and was practically calling him over.

He said goodbye to his friend, who disappeared in the opposite direction as he followed Riley in the direction she had been heading it. When he realised they were at the DNA lab, he raised an eyebrow. "Suppose you've got something to share?"

"Yeah and it doesn't involve taking off my clothes. Got some DNA off the casing." She handed him the box and smiled. "Get to work."

Greg chuckled sarcastically, putting on his lab coat and gloves before taking it. "Will do, Riles. And technically, I'm the case lead.. which makes it my case?" "Exactly. Do your job, Sanders." She flashed him a wink before exiting DNA.

'Cute.' He thought to himself.