Title: Love Bites

Pairing: Sara/Nick, Amelia/Speed, hints at Amelia/Grissom

Spoiler: Lost Son, Viva Las Vegas, Pilot, basically all CSI episodes up to season 4/5ish.

Summary: After Nick's older sister Amelia transferred from Las Vegas, he thought he'd never see her again. Then she became a victim in a serial killer's game. Now, the Las Vegas CSIs are racing against time to find the killer.

Disclaimer: I only own what you do not recognize. I.E: Amelia, Evan, and the victims and suspects. CSI Belongs to Jerry Bruckheimer and all of those smart people who created these fine CSI series.

My Original Note: I'm not sure if Miami has a ballistics guy, and if they do, what his/her name is (unless they just use Calleigh) so I just added my own for now. And I'm not really sure about how their department is set up and stuff, so I just rolled with it. I hope you like! I won't update the next chapter (which I already have written and ready) until at least five more people review. I'd like to know how I'm doing. (I love you laura! You are so awesome!)

Chapter 3: Welcome To Miami

"Remember when

We still had memories to share

But that was then

Seems like they've vanished in thin air." -Milk Inc 'Remember'

Amelia sighed as she loaded 2 bullets into the .45 colt that they found with the first body. Kevin Jones, their ballistics guy, handed her a pair of ear muffs. She slipped them on and walked over to the water tank. She stuck the gun into the hole and turned her head away.

"Firing two shots!" Amelia called out. She pulled the trigger twin and then pulled it out of the hole. She pulled her ear muffs off and let them hang around her neck. While she put the gun back in its evidence bag, Jones fished the bullets out of the tank and then put them on the evidence bag.

"Two bullets?" A voice said from the door. Amelia rolled her eyes as she loaded two bullets into the .45 colt that they found with the second body. Even when she was mad, he could make her smile.

"I like to be thorough." Amelia said as she turned around. Tim Speedle was leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed, and a smile on his face. Damn that smile, Amelia thought to herself. Speed's smile broadened and his eyes twinkled as he caught sight of Amelia holding the gun.

"A woman with a gun. I like that." Speed said, winking. Amelia rolled her eyes again and walked back over to the water tank.

"Is that why you like Calleigh?" She asked, joking. It was well known that Calleigh and Speed were definitely feeling each other. True, this made Amelia a little jealous, but she wouldn't get mad over it or do anything petty. Calleigh was her friend, and, as much as Amelia hates to admit it, so was Speed. Besides, Amelia was still technically married. Amelia could hear Speed laughing as she slipped her ear muffs back on. She pointed the gun into the water tank.

"Firing two shots!" She called out again. She pulled the trigger twice again and then pulled the gun out. She pulled her ear muffs off and walked over to the counter. Jones fished out the two bullets as Amelia put the gun back in its evidence bag. She walked over to the microscope with Jones and saw Speed still standing in the door.

"Why are you still here?" Amelia asked. Not that I don't mind, but still, she told herself as Jones put a bullet from the first body and a bullet from the first colt on the slide.

"H wants to know how you're doing." Speed said. Amelia turned from him and looked through the microscope. She lined up the bullets. No match.

"No match." Amelia said as she looked at Jones. Jones nodded and took the bullet from the first colt off the slide and replaced it with the bullet from the second colt. Amelia turned and stared at Speed as Jones checked the bullets. She kept her face blank and emotionless.

"I'm fine. The case is doing good. Why does everyone care so much?" Amelia asked angrily. Ever since Catherine and Warrick showed up, everybody had been worrying about Amelia and her case. She had enough to deal with; she didn't need everybody down her back.

Speed shrugged and let his arms drop to his side as he stood up straight.

"I'm just doing what H asked me." He said. Amelia glared at him.

"First time for everything, huh? Just don't. I'll have the case done by tomorrow." Amelia spun back around and looked at Jones.

"The bullets from both bodies match the bullet from the second colt." He told her. Amelia smiled and nodded. Finally something went right in this case, Amelia thought.

"Good. Can you get all of the bullets and guns in the bags for me? I'm gonna go check the finger prints." Amelia said. Jones nodded.

"Got it." Amelia smiled and walked to the door. She pushed past Speed and headed towards the lab with Speed following.

"What's wrong Mel?" Speed asked.

"Nothing Tim." Amelia said, not bothering to look back. She needed to get this case done. She couldn't concentrate if someone was bothering her every five seconds. Speed stared at the back of her head in confusion. In the past two years, Amelia had rarely ever called him Tim. She only did that when she was mad.

"Mel," He gently grabbed her arm and turned her arm to face him. She avoided his eyes. "What's going on?" He asked gently. I could ask the same about you, Amelia thought. Speed was rarely ever a 'gentle' sort of guy. Amelia pulled her arm away.

"I've got work to do." She turned and almost ran into Horatio. Amelia bit back a curse. Today was definitely not her day.

This was her fourth day on this case. She had been so wrapped up in the divorce she had been neglecting the case. Because of that, another man had been killed, making it a double murder. She was working her hardest to get the case done, but now everybody was bothering her.

"If everything ok?" Horatio asked in his usual tone of voice. Speed looked confused and Amelia looked mad. Horatio looked from Amelia to Speed. He was pointing at Amelia and making the 'crazy' sign. Amelia reached behind her and hit Speed. She always seemed to know when he was doing that.

"Speed!" She said angrily. Horatio gave a weak smile as Speed chuckled. Beside Horatio, Catherine and Warrick were watching with interest. Since they had been there, Amelia had not said one word to them. They knew something was up.

"So you're not mad at me anymore?" Speed asked. Amelia growled, her face scrunched up in anger. I just want to get this stupid case done! Amelia screamed in her mind.

"Get a life Tim." Amelia said. She looked at Horatio as she visibly relaxed.

"If you want to know how me or my case is going, ask me yourself," She said as nicely as she could muster. "Please." She added, almost begging. At his nod Amelia smiled, gave Speed another hit, and then continued onto the lab.

Horatio looked at Speed who was smiling.

"Could you be nice to her? Ever?" Horatio asked, his tone proved he was just joking. Everybody knew how much Speed liked to tease Amelia. She always got mad and that just made Speed do it even more.

"But it's so much fun to tease her, H." Speed replied. Catherine scoffed beside Horatio.

"Yeah, until she knocks you out." Catherine said, looking up at Warrick who was nodding.

"Or she switches your evidence." He sighed as he remembered that one. Speed looked at him, confused.

"She did that?" Speed asked, fully unaware of the dangers that Amelia can cause.

"No wait. That was Alex." Warrick said, trying to remember.

"No, Alex switched pig blood with human blood." Catherine corrected him. Warrick nodded.

"Oh yeah. Now I remember." Warrick and Catherine walked past a stunned Speed and headed toward the front door, chuckling to themselves. Speed looked at Horatio.

"Are they serious?" He asked. Horatio laughed in response. "Can she do that?" Horatio smiled as he walked past Speed to follow Warrick and Catherine leaving Speed stunned.

---Two Days Later---

Catherine looked around the reception area. She had been waiting for five minutes and it finally paid off. Catherine stood up as Speed walked through the front door.

"Speedle." Catherine said. Speed turned to her and smiled.

"Hey. What's up?" He asked. Catherine smiled.

"I just wanted to ask you a few things about Amelia. If that's all right." Catherine told him. Speed nodded.

"Sure. But first I've got to ask you, how do you know Mel?" He asked.

"She never told you where she came from?"

"Nope. She keeps the past to herself most of the time."

"Oh. Well, we worked together at the Las Vegas Crime Lab." Catherine told him.

"Ok." Catherine and Speed sat down.

"Why is Amelia so tense?" Catherine asked. Speed shrugged and looked at his hands.

"Who knows. She's been to court a lot lately. She blames herself for the death of the second man in her case. She told me that if she hadn't been so caught up in court, she might have been able to catch the guy." Speed said sadly. Catherine nodded. They had all been through that before.

"Are you and Amelia...?" She trailed off. Speed chuckled and shook his head. People always seemed to be asking that question. The truth was he wished they were together. He really liked her; he had ever since they met in 2000.

"Dating? No. She's married." He said, looking away. Catherine could see a red tint in his cheeks.

"Yeah. I just figured she'd be divorced by now, you know? Ah, Ames always tried to make the best of the worst situations." Speed nodded his head in agreement. They both looked up as Warrick walked through the front door. Catherine and Warrick were leaving today, but Catherine wanted to talk to Amelia first.

"You almost ready?" Warrick asked. Catherine nodded.

"Just give me a few minutes." She told him. He nodded. She turned to Speed. "Can you take me to Amelia?" She asked. Speed nodded.

"Sure." They stood up and headed towards Amelia's desk.

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"But does that make sense?" Calleigh asked Amelia. Amelia shrugged and sat back in her chair, and winced in pain. The stab wound in her back was hurting. She looked across the small isle at Calleigh who was sitting at her own desk, looking at her computer, typing.

"Nothing makes sense anymore." Amelia muttered. Calleigh nodded in agreement. They had been talking about Amelia's case. She had been able to get a fingerprint off the second colt and found a match to an ex-con.

Amelia and Calleigh smiled as Horatio walked up to them. He sat on the edge of Amelia's desk and gave her one of his smiles. Amelia's smile slowly faded.

"What's up H?" She asked. He crossed his arms in front of him. Amelia really hated that smile.

"Good work on your case." He told her, still smiling.

"Thanks H."

"So, how much longer until your divorce is final?" He asked. Amelia's smile faded completely. She stared at him with her eyebrows raised. Calleigh was watching them with delight.

"Oh, uh. Like a couples of weeks. Why?" Horatio's smile was starting to make Amelia suspicious. He only smiled like that when he had upsetting news.

"You have a visitor."

"Who?"

"Sgt. Jordan." He said simply. Amelia squeaked and dropped her head on her desk. Sergeant Joey Jordon was a Miami-Dade cop who had a crush on Amelia. He was a persistent guy. He was really starting to annoy Amelia. Calleigh laughed and clapped her hands.

"Aw come on Ames. He's cute." Amelia sat up, her eyes wide, and looked at Calleigh.

"That has nothing to do with it! He's a pest!" Amelia said. Calleigh laughed. She grabbed a folder off her desk and stood up.

"Whatever you say, Ames." With a smile she walked away from the desks. Amelia turned to Horatio. She glared at him as he continued to give her his famous stare.

"This is all your fault." She said. Horatio stood up.

"You got company." He walked away as Speed walked up with Catherine. Amelia shouted at Horatio's back.

"It's still your fault!" Horatio raised his left arm and waved his fingers at her. Amelia sat back in her chair.

"You know...Joey's out there." Speed said, teasing. Amelia glared at him.

"Don't start." She said tersely. Speed smiled and winked.

"Have fun ladies." He left Catherine and Amelia and headed towards the locker room.

"Have a seat." Amelia motioned towards the chair in front of her desk. Catherine smiled and sat down. "Uh Cath, listen, I'm-" She started to say.

"No. You listen first." Catherine interrupted angrily. "Two years ago you left. You said you would call. You never called. You broke Nick's heart. You were his best friend and you couldn't even bother with a simple phone call." Catherine scoffed. "While you're here living it up in Miami, we're back in Las Vegas praying that you're all right. You even managed to hurt Grissom! Jesus, even Greg is still hoping you'll come back! Warrick and I have tried to keep everything going and you're here making jokes!" Amelia chewed on her bottom lip while looking up at the ceiling and tapping her foot. "You disgust me!" Amelia hesitated, tears brimming in her eyes. She took a deep breath and started, still looking up.

"Evan disconnected my cell phone and monitored everything. He told me I had no reason to keep in touch with you guys. 'Friends come and go. Especially in a job like yours.' He used to tell me." Amelia chuckled angrily. "I wrote. Nobody wrote back. I gave up after a while. Every time I mentioned you guys, Evan would get so mad. I stopped trying. Evan would probably get superbly pissed if he knew you guys were here. But, it really doesn't matter anymore." Amelia looked at Catherine.

"Why?"

"We're getting a divorce."

"Is that why you've been in court so much?" Catherine asked. Amelia wiped away a tear and nodded. "You still could have done something." Catherine said bitterly. "You left us all wondering and praying that you would come back. I hope you don't."

"Look, I'm sorry. I should have done something, but I didn't. I've got to go." Amelia stood up and walked towards the locker room. She couldn't believe that Catherine had really said those things to her. She didn't realize that Catherine was that mad. Amelia needed a shower. She just needed to get away.

She pushed open the door and walked into the locker room. Speed was at his locker, getting ready to leave. Amelia walked over to her locker and opened it. Her locker was right next to his.

"You ok?" He asked. Amelia grabbed her jacket and nodded. She didn't want to talk about it. Not now.

"I'm fine." She replied. She tried to make her voice sound convincing, but she doubted that it worked. Speed shut his locker and leaned up against it.

"So...what about that dinner that you owe me?" He asked. Amelia sighed as she remembered their bet. They had made a bet about some football game and Amelia lost. The bet was whoever lost had to buy the other person dinner. Speed came up with it, so Amelia guessed it was a cheap ploy on his part to take her out to dinner. I'd go out with him anyways, Amelia thought as she hid a smile. Bet or no bet.

"Not today." She told him as she shut her locker.

"Yes, today. Come on." He threw an arm over her shoulders and led her to the door. "You have some explaining to do." Amelia couldn't help but chuckle and allow him to lead her to the door. He always could make her smile when she was mad. Damn him for that. She thought as he kept his arm on her shoulder as they walked through the department. Sometimes a girl just needs to be mad.