PLEASE NOTE – I BORROWED PART OF THIS IDEA FROM SPAZOID, AFTER ASKING PERMISSION. IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT, DON'T READ THIS FIC.

Title: City of Sin
Author: Stripped
Summary: When a case in Vegas looks like a case in Boston, the Boston CSI team travels to Vegas, and meets up with…DUH-DUH-DUH-DUN…our fave CSI team! Sparks will fly…but will those sparks be fireworks or friction?

Vegas Characters that will be involved, in order of significance to the story:
Archie Johnson, Greg Sanders, Nick Stokes, Gil Grissom, Sara Sidle, Warrick Brown, Catherine Willows, Jim Brass, Bobby Dawson

Boston Characters:
Bonnie Fletcher (22), the youngest of either CSI team, works on the field, but specializes in audio/visual evidence and DNA. She loves working on the field, but rarely gets the opportunity, because of her great knack for A/V and DNA.
Julie Myers (23) works on the field, but is the youngest of all fifteen forensic entomologists in the US, and also specializes in weapon identification.
Destiny Abbot (25) specializes in anthropology. Also specializing in DNA, she is the only Boston CSI who can work on the front line, and behind the scenes.
Jason Elder (48), the head investigator, specializes in just about everything (with the exception of audio/visual and anthropology), which gives him sort of a sense of superiority over the younger CSI's.
Susan Elder (46), Jason's second in command, specializes in wound examination, but also works on the field.

The Bad Guys (I'll give names, but not what they actually do in the story):
Travis Reade – Bonnie's ex-boyfriend, who was very controlling, and thrived on Bonnie's tears.
Christine McDonald – A split personality, who went to school with Bonnie and Julie, and led a semi-charmed first eighteen years of life, then started to find that life wasn't all that perfect.
Fred Chase – A forensic entomologist from a convention Julie and Grissom went to.

Pairings: Everyone knows I'm a G/S shipper by now, so one of the romances in this story will be theirs. W/C, Jason/Susan, and the rest will unfold with the story.
Author's Note: Thank you to Spazoid, for letting me borrow the 'Traveling CSI' idea.
Disclaimer: As I told you before, the idea belongs to Spazoid. Don't flame me for borrowing the idea, because I asked permission first, and got it. You know the drill for the rest of the stuff that I don't own.

Prologue: CSI: Boston

"Is it only me, or do you find it weird that we have a CSI team made up of all women and Jason?" Bonnie Fletcher pointed out the fact that she was looking at three other women, and their boss Jason.

Destiny Abbot, her best friend, was the only one to listen. "Jason just thinks we're all dead sexy, right, Jase?" she asked, looking at their boss for an answer.

Jason Elder, who was only half paying attention, looked up from his folder. "What was that, Destiny?" he asked, peering over the top of his think-rimmed glasses at his younger colleague.

Destiny looked at Bonnie, and shook her head. "Never mind, Jason. It's no big deal," she sighed, and flashed Jason's wife, and second in command, Susan Elder, a worried look. "Sus, you realize you're surrounded by women, who are all younger than you?"

"And better looking…" Julie Myers decided to join the conversation, probably not on the best note, either.

"Way to keep your job, Jul…" Bonnie commended her friend. "I won't be the first to get fired, Des! Put that on your toast and chew it!"

"We'll see, Bon. You haven't messed up yet. But, knowing you…it's only a matter of time!" Destiny tapped her pen on the table, waiting for someone to get to the point. "So, Jase…why did you call us here in the first place?" she asked, but then noticed that Jason was too immersed in his folder to even notice that she was speaking. "Or, you can just ignore me, and make me wonder even longer…"

Bonnie decided to save the day, and find out the answer for Destiny. "Susan…why did Jason call us here in the first place?" she asked, knowing Susan would know the answer. "Did he just want to torture our poor young souls?"

Susan and Jason had a very open work and home relationship. Whenever Jason had a case that he didn't know which member of the team to assign, he would always ask Susan, and she would either offer to take it, or suggest which members should take it. "If you must know, which you must, since you're joining us, there is a D.B. in Vegas, with the same circs as-…"

"D.B., as in Daniel Bedingfield?" Destiny grinned. She and Bonnie were always pushing people's buttons. As many and as often as they could. "We get to travel to Vegas to see Daniel Bedingfield? Music on the job, HELL YEAH!"

"No, D.B. as in dead body…" Susan groaned at the impertinence of her younger colleague. "As I was trying to explain, there's a dead body in Vegas with the same circs as the Haley Black case a couple months ago, when she was bound, gagged and hung from the tree in the parking lot of the department store?"

Bonnie shuddered, and gagged. "That case gave me the creeps!" she exclaimed, while scrunching her nose and shoulders. "And we couldn't catch the guy!" she sighed.

Julie shook her head. "Please tell me that we don't have to go to Vegas…I've heard some weird ass stories about that place, man!" she leaned back in her chair, and ran a hand through her hair.

Jason finally reached the same wavelength as the rest of his colleagues. "Yes, we do. We're going to be getting on a plane the day after tomorrow…" he explained. "Someone named Bobby Dawson will meet us there."

"Dawson? Like Jack from Titanic?" Julie was now her normal, hyper self. Normally, it took her a couple seconds of sitting in one of the uncomfortable conference room chairs, to process the fact that she was alive.

"No, Julie. Dawson, like Bobby, the weapons tech from the Vegas crime lab…" Jason shook his head. He hated working with twenty-somethings. They always had a smart-aleck remark to whatever it was he said. If it weren't for Susan, he probably would have gone completely insane.

"Get your gambling chips and prostitute clothes, girls! We're going to Vegas!" Bonnie shot out of her chair, as a grin crossed her face.

"Woohoo! Hookers! Bonnie can fit in!" Destiny glanced over at Bonnie, who's facial expression fully amused her. She was about two seconds from bounding across the table, and killing Destiny.

Julie laughed, then tried to distract Bonnie's attention from Destiny. "Only, she'll have to tone herself down a bit. The hookers may get jealous!" she exclaimed, as Bonnie's angry glare moved from Destiny to her. "And now I gotta run. Got some serious packing to do!" she shouted, as she rushed out of the room.

"Hold on, Julie…" Jason called out, and signaled for Julie to reenter the room. "You may just have to suffer the wrath of Bonnie, because we still need to go over the basics of the case, and who will be working with who when we get there."

"Whoa, wait…what?" Bonnie asked, suddenly curious. "Please tell me we'll all get to work in the field?" she had just earned the privilege of working on the field, being the youngest of the group, and she didn't want to give that privilege up for anything.

Ignoring Bonnie, Destiny came out with her usual first question. "Were there any witnesses?" Being an anthropologist, she always wanted to question witnesses, and could almost figure out who the criminal was right away.

"Six," Jason told Destiny, knowing ahead of time that she'd want to do the questioning. "But the perp was wearing a ski mask, and each of the witnesses have a different story…" he flashed her a smile. "Which is where you come in. You'll be working with Detectives Catherine Willows and Sara Sidle, and trying to find who's telling the truth, if anyone."

Destiny flashed Jason a thankful smile, for not sticking her behind the scenes. "Looking forward to it…" she smiled.

"Susan," Jason continued, "Will be working with Doctors Al Robbins and David Phillips, the coroners…"

"Ok," Susan nodded to her husband, and waited to hear where the rest of her colleagues would be placed.

"I will be working with Nick Stokes and Warrick Brown, doing a very thorough scene examination," he pointed to himself, and then looked to Julie. "Julie, they found some strange looking bugs crawling out of the vic's body, so you and Gil Grissom will be checking that out."

Julie had met Gil Grissom before, at a forensic entomology convention in New York City about a year ago. The stories he'd told at the convention had impressed her deeply. He was impressed by her knowledge of the topic, being as young as she was. Gil and Julie were two of only fifteen forensic entomologists in the US, Julie being the youngest. "Really? As in, Gil Grissom, the forensic entomologist?" she asked. When she saw Jason nod, the smile on her face increased tenfold in size. "Nice!" she exclaimed. Maybe Vegas wouldn't be so bad after all. Gil had promised her that if they ever met in Vegas, he'd introduce her to a guy he thought she would 'get along very well with,' named Greg Sanders.

Bonnie looked at Jason, waiting to hear her name. "Uh, what about me?" she asked, shrugging her shoulders.

"You, Bonnie," Jason looked to Bonnie. "Will be working behind the scenes, with the A/V and DNA techs, Archie Johnson and Greg Sanders…" he explained, much to Bonnie's dismay. "They're on overload right now, and they both need all the help they can get."

Bonnie's heart sank. She, the one looking the most forward to Vegas, would be the one who had the worst time of all. She was leaving Boston in two days, and officially heading to Hell. She simply shrugged Jason's assignment off with an, "Ok," and stopped listening, as Jason went on about proper behavior.