Detective Vega was on the scene when the trio of CSIs arrived. The body sat up against the back door of a video store. Three gunshot wounds were visible immediately, and at first glance it appeared they had been shot at close range. Sara began photographing the scene.

Warrick took statements from possible witnesses.

Nick began searching for bullet casings. There didn't appear to be any. That in and of itself seemed strange. He noticed tire marks, "Sara, I've got tire marks."

She walked over and photographed the marks, "Could explain why there doesn't seem to be any bullet casings."

They continued processing the scene until David, the assistant coroner, arrived to remove the body.

After the body was removed, they didn't find much else in the way of evidence to collect. There were no typical signs of a gang shooting. Gang usually left something behind purposely to take credit for a shooting.

"Hey, guys." Sara called out, "I think there's some colored glass over here." She shown her mini Maglite on the area as Nick and Warrick walked over.

"There's nothing wrong with your eyes." Nick commented, knowing she'd get him for it later, and oh, boy, was he looking forward to that.

Sara photographed the glass and Nick picked it up with tweezers, "Hey, Warrick, got a bindle?"

Warrick held out a small evidence envelope for Nick to place the glass fragments into.

With that, they concluded they had covered the scene. And then, it started to rain. When it rained in Vegas, it poured. Within seconds the trio was soaked to the skin. They quickly packed their gear into the Tahoe and headed back to the lab.

Looking very much like drowned rats they checked the evidence in and headed to the locker room. They each grabbed clothes out of their lockers, kept there for just such a situation, and headed off to shower and change in one of the many shower rooms.

Sara had just pulled her shoes and socks off in the small shower room when she heard a small tap at the door. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she considered the possibilities. She opened the door and there stood a grinning Nick. She raised an eyebrow at him as he quickly slipped into the room, locking the door behind him. A wicked smile played across Nick's face and he pulled Sara close to him and began nibbling at her ear.

A giggle escaped from Sara, "What are you doing, Nick?"

"Shh, someone might hear us. I'm checking your hearing." He waggled his eyebrows at her.

Sara placed her hands on either side of his face and placed a scorching kiss on his lips. Their mouths opened and their tongues danced furiously. Her hands slid down his chest and tugged at the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his head and flinging it in no particular direction. Nick began unbuttoning Sara's blouse, pulling it off her shoulders and planting kisses on her exposed flesh. Sara let her blouse drop to the floor and put her arms around his neck. Nick's hands encircled her waist, fingers caressing bare flesh, stopping long enough to unhook her bra and toss it across the room. Sara worked the button on Nick's jeans and pulled the zipper down. Her hand grazed him, and he gasped. She slid her arms up Nick's chest and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. Nick caressed Sara's back and reveled in the feel of her bare breasts against his chest. He leaned down and peppered kisses on her neck, reaching between them to unzip her pants. The wet fabric of their pants clung to their bodies. Nick tugged at the offending garment without much success. Sara started to giggle. Nick swore under his breath and then chuckled at the humor of the situation. They stepped apart for a moment and peeled their own jeans off. As soon as they had finished removing the remainder of their clothes, Nick pulled Sara against him and claimed her lips in a passionate kiss. He slid his hands down her back cupping her buttocks. Sara walked backwards into the shower, pulling Nick with her. She reached over and turned the water on smiling. The stood there under the stream of water thoroughly touching and tasting each others bodies. The sound of the shower muffled their moans of pleasure as Nick held Sara up against the wall and joined their bodies.

A short time later, Warrick walked into the break room to find Sara sitting at the table sipping a cup of coffee, "Is the coffee fresh?" He inquired.

She nodded, "Greg just made it." She looked over at Warrick and smiled, "You look warmer."

He chuckled, "Yeah, something about dry clothes. I think Nick must still be in the shower or something." Warrick poured himself a cup of coffee and joined Sara at the table.

A few minutes later, Nick walked in looking as if he was a human Popsicle. Warrick laughed, "Dude, get some coffee, you look like you're freezing."

In his distinct Texas drawl Nick looked over at Warrick and Sara as he poured his coffee, "Yeah, my shower was a little cold. I think someone used up all the hot water."

Warrick chuckled.

Sara smiled as she sipped her coffee. Nick had stayed behind in the shower room to take a cold shower so they could make it through the rest of shift. If only Warrick knew, he'd fall over.

Nick raised his eyebrow slightly at Sara as he sipped his coffee. He was thinking the same thing.