A/N: Thanks for the reviews everyone!! Sorry I haven't written much lately. I got the CSI computer game, and now I am obsessed!! If you haven't played it, go get it now. It's awesome. lol. I'm glad you like it so far. I should apologize in advance, I don't know a lot about Las Vegas. I've never been there, so all I know I've learned from T.V, books and movies, and trust me, that's not much. All I really know is that there's a lot of casinos, or is that just a stereotype? Anyways, a lot of the information about Las Vegas in this story will be vague, and if I've made any mistakes, just let me know and I'll try not to make the same one twice, and I'll learn something. ( So, anyways, on with the story!!!

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It had been a long night. She recalled the double murder and shivered. She couldn't get the image of fear portrayed by their faces even after they were dead out of her mind. They lifted a number of fingerprints and countless hairs, but they wouldn't be able to find out anything for sure until Greg was through processing it. She couldn't prove it yet, but she had a feeling it was the work of a serial killer they had been chasing for moths now. The MO was the same. All the victims were around 5'8", and had dark brown hair. They were all female and in their late twenties. There was evidence of sexual assault in each case, and they all died from massive blood loss, from a cut in their throat. They had nothing else in common besides this. This was really frustrating.

"Sara?" A voice came from behind her. She turned around and saw Grissom standing in the doorway.

"Hey Gris. What's up?"

"You do realize shift ended two hours ago."

"Oh, yeah. Just doing some overtime."

"You're almost out of overtime for this month."

"I know."

"It's not healthy to be working all the time. You should go home and get some sleep." He suggested.

"I'll be fine."

"Sara."

"I'll be fine."

"Ok." He responded before leaving the room.

Soon after he left Nick came in.

"Found anything?" He asked her, obviously curious to know what she was still doing here.

"Not yet. What are you still doing here?"

"I was just about to leave. You should go get some rest."

"Not you too. I get enough of that from Grissom." She regretted the way it sounded before she had even finished saying it.

"Hey, we're just worried about you, that's all." Nick replied, looking hurt.

"I'm sorry Nicky. I didn't mean for it to come out like that. I'm just really frustrated with this case." She really felt bad.

"Come on. I'll drive you home."

This time she didn't object. She let him help her to her feet and guide her through the door.

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The drive home was really quite. Neither of them said much. She was never any good at small talk so she didn't really know what to say. It wasn't long before they reached her apartment.

"Thanks for the ride Nick." She said, giving him a smile.

"No problem." He returned her smile.

"Sara?" He asked before she shut the door.

"Yeah."

"Never mind."

"Ok. See ya tomorrow."

"Bye."

She shut the door with a dull thud, and slowly headed up the concrete steps to her apartment building. What was he going to ask her? She continued on her way up to her apartment pondering over the same question.

She unlocked her door, and headed for the kitchen laying her bag on the navy blue couch and went to make some coffee. She turned on her CD player and put in a Kenny G CD. It always helped her relax and clear her head after a night like tonight. It wasn't long before the soft saxophone music filled the room. She headed for the bedroom and changed into red plaid pajama paints and a black tank top. By this time the coffee was ready, so she pored herself a glass and sat down on the couch and picked up a mystery novel she was in the process of reading. She loved mystery stories. It was quite obvious too, by the number of mystery novels she had on her shelf along with the many books on forensics.

She tried to concentrate on the book, but her mind kept wandering back to the case. What connected all the victims? He couldn't just choose random people that had similar features, could he? Maybe that was the answer and they would never catch the guy.

She finally gave up and headed to bed. She closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep. It wouldn't be long till the inevitable dreams started, that she often got after a new case. Grissom had said in the beginning that they would eventually go away, but they never did. There was always a new scenario to be added to her growing list. The worst was when a bunch of them came together to form one massive dream. It was horrible what you're subconscious could sometimes create.

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A/N: Sorry that not much happened. I'm still debating on where I'm going with this. I have some ideas, but I haven't found one that really sticks out. Please review and tell me what you think, and if you have any suggestions or anything, you're more than welcome to e-mail me at corporalcupcake253@hotmail.com. Thanks everyone, and have a great day!