Chapter One: Hi-ho, hi-ho, to the City of Sin We Go

Ok, this chapter is pretty short, and really bad…I'm just noticing that while reading it back to myself. I did a terrible portrayal of the Vegas CSI people…but it'll get better in coming chapters, I promise. Don't mind it, please. This is just a filler, for until the CSI teams meet. Please don't flame me just because this chapter sucks.

~~ Las Vegas ~~

"So, we're bringing in foreigners?" Greg Sanders looked at Gil Grissom, an annoyed look gracing his normally happy face. "What, you didn't think we could call their bluff, and catch this creep?"

Gil gave Greg a sideways glance. "Greg, they had an almost identical case a few months ago. We were hoping they could give us a little insight into something that would otherwise take us weeks to investigate…"

Greg rolled his eyes. "But, Boston?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "What's so special about Boston?"

"Did you hear nothing I just said?" Gil asked, looking from Greg to Nick Stokes, who spoke fluent Sanders. "Help me out, please?"

"Something like this happened in Boston, so Grissom called a friend and her team to come help us out," Nick translated Grissom speak to Greg speak. "And they said yes, so they're on their way…"

"Oh," Greg quieted down, suddenly understanding the topic of conversation. "I see, now…"

"How, exactly, do you do that?" Grissom asked, wanting to know how Nick talked to Greg, without having to repeat what he said three times. "I mean, he never understands me, and I speak very clearly…"

"Don't use so much proper English…" Nick shook his head, and looked at Greg, who was watching through the window, as Catherine Willows joined them in the room.

"So, say stuff like 'yo,' and 'what's up?'" Grissom asked, looking at Nick over the top of his glasses, feeling as weird as he sounded saying those words. "No, I can't do that. I'll just be sure either you, Warrick or Sara is handy to translate…" he looked at Catherine. "Hey, Cath."

Catherine laughed through her nose at the thought of translating to Greg language, then looked at Greg. "You actually have time for a break now?" she asked, watching Greg nearly fall over at the sound of her voice. "Last thing I knew, you still had tons of work to do!"

Greg didn't wait for another word, waved his good-byes to the people in the room, and rushed back to the DNA lab. Apparently, Catherine was right. She glanced at Grissom and Nick, and laughed a little. "You should have seen Archie a minute ago, though. I told him Greg was on a break, and his eyes narrowed so tight, they were almost closed. I bet he'll be glad when the A/V girl from Boston gets here. Poor kid is swamped!"

"Well, he does have the only reliable evidence that we picked up," Grissom looked from Catherine, back to his report. "That security camera is basically all we're holding onto, until the team from Boston shows up…"

"Speaking of them…how do you know them?" Nick asked, suddenly interested in the topic of conversation. "I mean, I never knew you as a people person…"

Gil looked back up from his report, and at Nick. He seemed sort of offended. "I met one of the CSI's from their team, Julie Myers, at the forensic entomology group I went to a year ago. She was only twenty-two at the time, and she was smarter than most people I know…"

"A twenty-two year old forensic entomologist?" Catherine looked almost as surprised as Nick was. "How long had she been at it?"

"She's actually twenty-three now…and she's the youngest F.E. out there…" Gil explained, a grin forming on his face. "She told me she'd been into insects since she was about two or three."

"Who's on this team, anyway?" Nick grabbed the background information on the Boston CSI's. "Bonnie Fletcher, Julie Myers, Destiny Abbot, Susan Elder and Jason Elder?" he read the names back to Catherine. "Sounds like a bunch of people you'd hear about on some cheesy soap opera…"

Catherine shook her head at Nick. "You know, you're going to have to see these people a lot over the next two or three weeks, so you may as well start it off on a good note. You sound like Greg…" she laughed.

Nick curled his lip at Catherine. "Always the one to give someone a boost of mood, Cath!" he smiled again, then laughed a little.

~~ Boston Airport ~~

"No one should ever have to wake up and be at the airport after two hours of sleep!" A exasperated, groggy, annoyed Bonnie griped, as she dragged her two very large suitcases into the airport. As usual, she was the last one to arrive. "I think it should be illegal to fly more than two states on only one plane, too. All the time zones are going to mess me up so bad! They should give you fair warning, so you can set your clocks back…"

"Are you quite finished?" Jason asked, flashing Bonnie an annoyed glance. "Ok, I told you to pack for two weeks, not three years!" he complained. "What the hell did you bring?"

"Clothes, make-up and shoes! And everyone here knows that I never leave my house without my CD's!" Bonnie looked around at everyone. Julie had the same amount of clothes and stuff packed as she did. Why was she not getting lectured?

Destiny shook her head. "I'm glad you brought so much stuff, though, Bon…now I can borrow some of it. I did what Jase said, and only packed a little, knowing you wouldn't…" she held up a smaller suitcase. "Need a little help?"

"Why did you bring make-up? Do you want to soil our evidence?" Jason always cracked down the hardest on Bonnie, and it got on her last nerve.

Bonnie scoffed. She hated how Jason always chose her as the target, when Julie, Destiny and she did pretty much the same things all the time. Susan insisted that it was because he thought of her as his second daughter, but Bonnie didn't buy that. "Excuse me, Jason, but you were the one that told me I was to be working behind the scenes, no?"

He gave her a condescending look. "Yes, Bonnie, but you're also going to be working in the DNA labs, right?" he asked.

It struck her that he was right. Oh, I'm so sorry, Captain Evidence! Bonnie thought, but rather than say that, she rolled her eyes. "Sorry, Jason. I didn't think of that," she hated admitting that he was right.

Susan approached the group of twenty-somethings and Jason, holding out a bunch of magazines. Apparently, her mood had greatly improved from two days ago, when she could only glare at the younger CSI's. "I just called to make sure Katie got to the Lawrence's alright," she told Jason. Katie Elder was Jason and Susan's eleven-year-old daughter, who was staying at a friend's house for the duration of the time they were in Vegas.

"And she did?" Jason asked, turning his glance from Bonnie, not even acknowledging the fact that she had apologized.

Susan nodded. "She and Gabby both wanted to talk to me. That's why it took so long…" she had a grin on her face. Gabby was the Lawrence's daughter, and Katie's best friend. "Oh, and according to Katie," she looked around at each of her colleagues. "'If we don't catch the dude that did this, she's disowning Jason and I as parents…"

Bonnie laughed, shaking her head. "All the more reason to nab this guy…" she nodded her chin at Susan. "Let's do this…for Katie!" she pushed her hair behind her ear, and reached down to pick up the suitcase that Destiny wasn't carrying. She wondered if Las Vegas was really as strange as TV shows and movies made it out to be. As she followed everyone onto the plane a sudden nervousness came over her. She felt like going to Las Vegas was going to be either one of the biggest mistakes she'd made, or one of the greatest things that happened to her. Maybe a mixture of the two…

~~

About fifteen feet behind the tittering twenty-somethings and mumbling middle-agers, stood a girl, staring at Bonnie with a very menacing look. Close enough to see her, but not close enough for her to recognize me…She looked from Bonnie, to the plane ticket in her hand. This, Bonnie Fletcher, will be the worst three weeks of your life! Las Vegas, here I come!