Chapter Rating: PG13
Chapter Title: All You Wanted – Inspired by a Michelle Branch song...as if we all didn't know.
AN: This is where the criminals come back...BACK BY POPULAR DEMAND ARE.........you'll have to see! *big toothy smile* Don't ya just love me?
Also...I know that CSI is in Vegas, and it doesn't snow in Vegas, but guess what? IT'S GONNA SNOW, LOL...take that and like it!
Much Love to my reviewers...meg, JAF, auntof19, ALD, Dawn, Angelic Little Devil and Franny. Your input is much appreciated, and thanks so much for the good reviews!
Spoilers: Possibly an ATWT spoiler. None for CSI yet.

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After working in the DNA lab for two weeks, Marah had finally gotten comfortable. She was looking at a skin sample, examining it closely, and the lab's phone rang. She sighed, walked over and picked it up. "Las Vegas Crime Lab, DNA Lab, Marah Ryan speaking..."

"Hello, darling..." a familiar voice filled the phone. "Trying to nail me?"

"Huh?" Marah's face filled with fear. "Darling? Who is...?"

"You'll never catch me, Rah-rah..." the voice exclaimed, in a singsong tone. "I'm too good for any CSI to catch. Plus, I have friends this time!"

"Rah-rah? Uh...the only one to call me Rah-rah was..." Marah panicked. "No...no way..."

"Daddy's home!" James exclaimed and hung up the phone.

A joke...that was a sick joke...probably Aaron Snyder or Alison Stewart...or someone playing a joke on me...James is in jail...where he'll stay until his body is in total decay... Marah told herself. Paul...I have to call Paul...she grabbed her cell phone from her pocket. "Come on, Paul...pick up..."

Paul answered the phone, seemingly happy and carefree. "Hello?"

"P-Paul...P-P-Paul! It's Marah...I-I'm at work..." Marah stuttered a little. "I think..."

"Marah... Marah calm down...take a deep breath or two, and talk in complete sentences, sis..." Paul spoke gently, so Rosana didn't panic.

"But Paul! I think James is out of jail!" she cried. "I just got a call from someone claiming to be James...or...he called me Rah-rah...and no one has called me that since James..." she was hysterical. "Paul, I'm so scared. What if James is out of jail? You have to come to Vegas, and bring Rose...get OUT of Oakdale...bring Bonnie, Carly, Emily...Hal, Jack, Alison, Parker...WHOEVER needs to be away from James!" she spoke without breathing.

"Marah...CALM DOWN!" Paul yelled. "Breathe! Marah...James is IN JAIL! He's not going to get away..."

"How do you know? Paul...please...just keep an eye out, and if anything inky happens, call me, and bring the people who need to be away from him to Vegas with you..." Marah made Paul promise. "Please..."

Paul could hear the true worry in Marah's voice. "Ok, sis, I can do that...just keep calm. It was probably Will playing a prank. He's been in a lot of trouble lately..."

"But how would Will have gotten my work phone number?" Marah asked.

"I have it on my cell when you gave it to me a week or so ago. Marah, take a deep breath. Everything is fine. Look around you, you're in an environment with plenty of people...James can't hurt you there, I swear it!" Paul explained. "And if you need anything, or if you hear anything else from James or a reasonable facsimile, call me. I'll be there in a heartbeat."

If there was one thing Paul could always do, it was comfort Marah. "And you'll do the same? Come out here if you see or hear anything from James?"

"Yes, I will...I promise," Paul nodded. "Get back to work, sis..."

"Love ya, Paul..." Marah smiled.

"Love you, too, Marah..." Paul hung up the phone, and sighed. What if he really is out of jail? He thought. Marah's just losing it, that's all. James is in jail. He'll stay in there forever, too.

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Greg joined Marah in the lab. "You seem...out there..." he sat down, and waved his hand in front of her face.

"Yeah, just thinking...is that pertaining to the Kissinger case?" Marah asked, changing the subject from her odd state of mind, very quickly.

"Yeah, it's weird...did Warrick and Harmony tell you about the case?" Greg asked, setting a folder, and a couple of baggies in front of her.

"Not yet...what's it all about?" she asked, picking up the folder and opening it.

"Nicole Kissinger..." Greg pointed at a picture of a girl that looked about in her mid-twenties, with blonde hair and green eyes. She was almost identical to Marah, only Marah's hair was shorter, and her eyes were a little darker green. "Twenty-five, found dead sitting upright in a trash can at about one-thirty a.m. on Saturday..." he explained.

"Who found her?" Marah asked, curiously raising an eyebrow, and looking at the pictures Harmony had taken of the crime scene.

"Her younger sister, Jaymie. Jaymie is twelve, and her mother made her take the garbage out, and when she opened the trash can, bada-bing..." Greg explained. "The only clues were fingerprints on the trash can, and they match no one in the house...Warrick is printing the boyfriend right now," he took one of the bags from the table. "And a little bit of blood beside the can, but I'm pretty sure that's the victim's..."

"Pretty sure? Not completely?" she asked.

"Nope..." he shrugged, walking over to the other computer. "The funny thing is, like four of the DNA tally things match, but you know what? I don't know, maybe you should look at this...I'll take over the case you're doing for awhile. Maybe you'll catch something I've missed..."

"Is that allowed?" Marah asked, wondering if Greg was trying to get her fired.

"I don't know, why don't you go ask Grissom?" he thought about it for a second. "I think so, but just to be sure..."

Why would he try to get me fired? She asked herself. I can be so anal retentive sometimes... "I'll go do that..." Marah smiled.

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A strange calm filled Greg, when he looked around the room and realized he was alone and no one could hurt him. The kind of calm that usually comes along in horror movies, right before the innocent bystander gets shot, or mauled to death by some psychotic murderer. In realization of this, his calm quickly disappeared, and he glanced around the room nervously, making sure no one was there. Alone...and losing your mind...nothing can happen to you, Greg, nothing. You're completely safe, and totally guarded. Now just take a deep breath, and get back to whatever it was you were doing...what was I doing? He asked himself, pulling his attention from his computer and over to Marah's. What was she doing?

Greg looked at Marah's computer, and read the name on the screen. James Stenbeck…James Stenbeck? Isn't he that psychotic insano that terrorized the people of Oakdale? Why is Marah looking at James Stenbeck's profile? Whoa, he has children? He asked, reading James' profile. Paul Ryan and..."Marah RYAN?" his jaw dropped about a mile. " Marah is...James Stenbeck's daughter?"

After the initial shock of seeing that on the computer screen wore off, Greg shook his head. Maybe that's why she joined the team? To nail him, or something? But, if she wanted to nail him, she probably should have joined the team in Oakdale...what's up here? Well, Griss wouldn't hire someone with a criminal record. She's harmless, completely harmless. He slid away from her computer, and back to his, nearly jumping out of his skin when the phone rang. "Geezum Criminies! Is someone trying to give me a premature heart attack?" he asked himself, walking toward the phone. "Hello? Las Vegas Crime Lab, DNA Lab, Greg Sanders speaking..."

A couple seconds of heavy breathing, and then a cough came through the receiver.

"Ok, whoever this is, and whatever you're trying to pull, it's not funny..." Greg shook his head. "How did you get this number?"

More heavy breathing and another cough...then the dial tone.

"Damn, I hate teenagers..." Greg shook his head, and went back to his computer. "They thing that scary I Know What You Did Last Summer or Scream crap is scary? Not really..." he switched on the radio, and turned it up to drown out any other sound within a twenty-foot radius.

"Ok, thanks, Grissom...I'll tell him everything..." Marah headed toward the lab, and hearing the music from the second she opened the door, she laughed. "He's more like me that I am..." she chuckled, and continued her journey back to the lab. She entered the room, to see Greg head banging, and Nick standing beside her at the door, watching him. "Is he...always like this?" she asked, having to speak above normal speaking voice.

"Huh?" Nick asked, barely hearing Marah.

She spoke slowly so that Nick could read her lips. "Is...he...al-ways...like...this...?" she grinned.

"Uh huh..." Nick nodded, and laughed. "GREGGO!" he yelled, louder than the music.

Greg jumped, turned around, then blushed a little when he saw Marah standing there. He quickly reached and turned off the radio. "Oh...uh..." he cleared his throat. "Hey guys..."

Marah was hysterical with laughter. "You know, you remind me of my ex-boyfriend, Simon Fraiser..." she shook her head.

"How is that..." Greg cleared his throat, and cracked his knuckles.

"Just, not caring what others think or say about you...anyway, Grissom said it was ok for us to change cases, as long as we totally enlighten each other on everything that's going on..." she nodded.

"Oh, ok, so then I'm here for you..." Nick snapped a pair of rubber gloves on, reached into the hallway, brought in a trashcan, and set it in front of Rosana. "The other contents of the garbage can...minus Nicole Kissinger..."

"Ahem..." Marah's lip curled. "Charming smell," she plugged her nose.

"Isn't it though? Imagine riding in a car with it, and being unable to roll the windows down..." Nick explained, shuddering. "I'll have nightmares about that smell..."

Greg snapped on a pair of rubber gloves. "I have a better idea that sharing cases..."

"What is that?" Marah asked, peering into the garbage can, and almost losing her lunch.

"We can work together...make it a little easier on your nose, stomach and eyes..." Greg patted her on the back.

"You're a lifesaver..." she grinned. "And, you'll, of course, help me with mine?"

"Definitely..." Greg smiled.

"I'm gonna leave you to this..." Nick nodded, and headed to the door. "See ya later Greggo, bye Marah..."

"See ya, Nick..." Greg and Marah stated in unison.

Nick exited the lab. "Ah, much easier on the nose out here..." he laughed, and then grinned, seeing Warrick and Harmony walking by, sharing smiles and laughs. Well, one great relationship has come out of this...possibly, two...he peered back into the lab, and saw Greg holding a rotten banana peel in Marah's face, and Marah backing away from Greg in horror. "Bonding over garbage...nice way to start a new relationship..." he laughed, walking into the break room, to see Neleh watching Boy Meets World. He laughed. "Still fifteen at heart?" he asked, seating himself beside her.

"Oh...uh...yeah...I figure, I only have a half-hour break, so I may as well catch up on Boy Meets World, while I still can...before I'm completely work-whipped..." she shrugged.

"Like me..." Nick nodded, and let out a chuckle. "When I'm at home, and normal people my age would be watching football and playing video games, I'm watching CNN, and complaining about the speed that other cities CSI teams work..."

"Oh boy...I'll be like that soon, you mean?" she asked, horrified.

"I'm hoping not, for your sake..." he shook his head. "I think your friend Harmony has loosened Warrick up a bit...he used to be as uptight as Grissom...and I just saw him sharing a hysterical-type laugh, and a huge smile that you never see from him, with her."

"Harmony has that effect on people. I used to be so serious, the only time that I smiled was when the stock market went up...but I met Harmony, and she could always make me laugh or smile," Neleh grinned. "She's really great to have around when you need someone to talk to..."

"Good, Warrick needs to calm down a bit..." Nick grinned. Damn is she pretty...ok...you know what? I'm gonna take my break now...he thought. "So...what's going on with Cory, Shawn and...what's that weird chick's name?"

"Topanga?" Neleh asked, with a grin. "Cory and Shawn are 'no longer seeing each other,' because Shawn doesn't think he's good enough..."

"I swear, if it wasn't for Topanga, I'd think Cory was gay or something..." Nick laughed, leaning back into the couch.

"I often think that myself..." Neleh grinned. "Wait, you actually LIKE Boy Meets World?" she asked.

"My niece is obsessed with it, and she comes over a lot, so I watch it about once every month or so," Nick explained, tearing his eyes from Neleh and looking up at the TV. Don't wanna make it too obvious, man...

Neleh smiled wide. A guy that isn't afraid to like girl things actually exists? I'm in heaven...that's the only explanation. Cuz, he can't be a human...either that or he's a mirage. Whatever it is...I'm in love. She told herself.

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If you want to, I can save you
I can take you away from here
So lonely inside, so busy out there
And all you wanted was somebody who cares