Untitled – for the time being – if you have any ideas I will gladly except them.

Rated – R for language, violence and nudity.

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Las Vegas Crime Lab: 9:49 PM

As always Sara Sidle was early, she'd been here since 8:30 finishing up the paper work from her latest case; a suicide that had been staged as a murder. She groaned standing on shaky legs and made her way over to the coffeepot. It tasted like shit but she needed the caffeine if she was planning on making it through the shift.

She glanced at her watch 9:53, a quick run to the washroom and she'd probably still get back before anyone else showed up. Sara grabbed the case file off the table

Hell she may as well give this to Grissom, its not like his office was out of her way.

She walked down the empty hall, dragging her feet. She peered into Grissoms office –empty- she walked in and sat the file on his crowded desk.

Five minutes later she was back in the break room. She dumped her coffee in the sink along with the cold remains in the pot. She opened the fridge to get the coffee grounds and had to fight the urge to gag.

"Damn him and stupid experiments" she cursed. Plugging her nose she stuck her head back in the fridge and continued her search.

Nothing, she looked in the cupboards, Nada.

Sara slammed her fist on the counter. "Fuck, this is just fucking great, damn it."

"And good morning to you too Miss Sidle."

Sara spun around to see Grissom standing casually in the doorway holding a large cup of coffee. Sara eyed the coffee enviously and sighed.

This was going to be a really long day.

At ten after ten Catherine came storming into the break room. Warrick smirked "Nice to see you could grant us with your presence."

"God, my alarm didn't go off and Lindsey woke me up about 20 minutes ago." She plunked down into a chair. "Please somebody tell me theres fresh coffee."

Grissom held up the empty pot. "Fraid not, it would appear that who ever used the last of the coffee grounds forgot to replenish our supply."

Sara frowned. "Try the day shift, you know Griss you really should talk to Ecklie about that."

Grissom shrugged. " Probably should, ok Cath you and Nicky have a DB at the Monaco, janitor found her in the men's wash room after closing time. Apparently her head was in the toilet."

Nick snatched the paper "Oh Goody" Nick said sarcastically. "C'mon Cath I'll buy you some coffee."

They left the room.

"Warrick you've got a B&E at a home on Clark Blvd. A safe was broken into and the wives jewelry was stolen." Warrick nodded and took the paper.

"Sara we have a ... Sara?"

Sara looked up and lifted her head off the table. She yawned. "Shit, sorry Grissom, what did you say." Grissom handed Sara his coffee and she cocked an eyebrow.

Grissom just replied " It's my second cup today and it would appear you need it more." Sara accepted the coffee, smiling she took a sip. "Thanks"

"No problem, we've got a DB in the mountains, a couple of hikers found it. Her name it Susan Waterhouse she owns a cottage that's only about 200 meters from where she was found."

"Was she killed there?"

"Don't know, Brass said there were drag marks leading up the body so probably not."

Sara sighed as she stood up. "I'll drive."

Grissom shook his head. "No I will, you finish that coffee. I'll meet you at the car in five." And with that he left the room.

TBC