Title: Love Bites

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

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

Summary: After Nick's older sister Amelie 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: Amelie, 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: This is a definite short chapter. I hope I'm doing ok. Do you guys like it so far? Ugh, I'm almost done with this. In the first chapter I said this is a 6-story...uh, sequel, if you will. Now it's a 12-story sequel. Hehe. This story will have about 11 chapters, depending. Each story will have a different amount of chapters, depending on what I want to do with the story. Ok. So, here you go!

Chapter 6: Finding The Suspect

"When your world's come crashing down

I want to be there.

Your god is looking down on me!

I'm not Jesus,

Jesus wasn't there!" -Apocalyptica featuring Corey Taylor "I'm Not Jesus"

"What do we have, Jim?" Grissom asked as he got out of his Tahoe. Jim walked over, looking unusually grim, even for him. Bad news was what the older supervisor was expecting and bad news was what he got.

"Alex cleared out yesterday." Grissom sighed, but Jim went on. "But he left everything. And I mean everything." Jim added. Ok, so some good news. Grissom thought as he followed Jim into the building. Warrick and Catherine were following behind him. Nick and Sara had gone to the hospital to check on Amelia.

Grissom walked into Alex Washington's condo and stopped. He noticed several things, starting with the ceiling. Blood had seeped through the ceiling and dripped onto the floor. A shoe print in the small puddle led Grissom to believe, since Alia Kraushaar's condo was above his, that was how Washington ended up with her blood on his shoe.

Grissom walked further into the condo and took a better look around. As Warrick and Catherine walked in, they both muttered curse words under their breath. 3 of the walls were covered in newspaper clippings and photographs. Grissom set his kit on the floor and pulled out a pair of latex gloves. He slipped them on and walked into the kitchen first.

Sitting on the counter was a knife rack which was missing four knives. Grissom tagged it and then walked back into the living room. He walked over to the first wall.

He recognized the woman in the first section of pictures in an instant. It was the first victim, Aja Vechincov. There were pictures of her in class, at work, out to eat, and even in her own dorm room. There were even a few newspaper clippings about her.

RUSSIAN EXCHANGE STUDENT TO STAY FOR ALL FOUR YEARS.

Grissom moved down to the next section of the wall. There were pictures of a woman in a yard, in a car, at a grocery store, at a restaurant, and in her home. Grissom recognized her as Akia Whitmore, their second victim. He moved onto the next section which was on the second wall. The pictures were all of Alia Kraushaar.

"Grissom." Warrick said. Grissom turned to Warrick, who was a few feet down the wall where the largest batch of pictures were. Grissom and Catherine stood on either side of Warrick and stared in disgusted shock at the pictures.

"Amelia." Grissom whispered. The pictures and newspaper clippings about Amelia literally started at the ceiling and went down to the floor. They went from left to right for about four feet.

Catherine focused on one of the pictures. It was of Amelia being hit by a man, who looked much like Evan.

---Amelia pulled her jacket out of her locker and sighed. Today had been a hard day. She looked up as someone walked into the locker room.

"Evan?" Amelia managed to say before his fist came flying at her.---

Catherine's gloved hand went to her mouth as her eyes roamed over the pictures. There were pictures of Amelia sitting at a restaurant with different people, who Catherine recognized as the other Miami CSIs. There were also a couple from a funeral.

---Tears streaked down Amelia's face as she listened to the words being said by the Priest. Amelia sat up straight and tried to remain calm, while on the inside she was breaking. Tim was dead and now...now Evan could get to her.

"Ames." Eric whispered. Amelia turned to him. Horatio was on one side, Calleigh on the other side of him, while Eric was on Amelia's other side with Alexx next to him. Eric's handsome face was streaked with dried tears. "Where are Tim's parents?" He whispered. Amelia looked around and finally spotted them behind a group of people. They spotted her and Mr. Speedle gave her a small nod. Amelia smiled at them.

"They told me, that I should get the..." Amelia broke down and sobbed into her hands. Eric wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her back gently.

"Shhh. Ames. It's ok." After a few seconds Eric pulled away. Amelia looked up and noticed a cop walking towards her with the folded flag. ---

Most of the pictures were of Amelia with Speedle. In some they were hugging, holding hands, or kissing and in the others they looked like they were working on cases.

---"Well, look at the blood trail. It's not splatter. Something dripped. Most likely it's either from him walking away from the scene, holding his wound. Or, the guy walked away from the scene with a bloody knife." Amelia said, lowering herself to the ground. Amelia marked the blood trails and started taking pictures. Speedle rolled his eyes.

"There's no point in trying to impress me Ames. You're the smartest girl I know." Speedle said. Amelia looked up at him, her eyebrows raised.

"And there's no point in trying to impress me. We sleep in the same bed." She looked away and took a few more pictures as he laughed.---

Catherine was appalled. He stalked her, Catherine thought as tears started to blur her vision. He invaded her privacy. There were even pictures of Amelia in her apartment cooking, cleaning, reading, changing...kissing Speedle.

---"You're making this difficult Speed." Amelia tried to say angrily. It turned out like she was trying to be funny. Speed's smile made it hard for her to sound mad, even when she wasn't.

"Come on Ames. You know you love me." Speed said. Amelia growled.

"That's not the point TIM! The point is...oh JESUS! YOU made me FORGET!" Amelia sat down on the couch and put her head in her hands. "I just...I wish I could be like you, ya know? Seemingly so carefree and unafraid." Amelia whispered. Speed sat down next to her.

"But I am afraid. I'm afraid that I'll lose you to that bozo Evan. If he gets his hands on you...I'm afraid." Speed said. Amelia looked at him.

"Speed...I'm sorry." Amelia said. Speed wrapped his hands around her shoulders.

"You have nothing to be sorry for." Their eyes met and then their lips for a soft kiss, the kind Amelia always melts for.---

Warrick focused on a newspaper clipping in front of him.

MIAMI-DADE CSIS STOKES AND DUQUESNE PUT ATTEMPTED MURDERER ALEXANDER WASHINGTON IN JAIL

'Amelia Stokes and Calleigh Duquesne, two of Maimi-Dade Countys finest CSIs, help put Alexander Washington in jail. Washington attempted to kill Chester's Club owner, Michael Garai, last weekend. Stokes and Duquesne were able to work with what little evidence they had to crack the case. Garai was in intensive care for three days.'

"Warrick?" Grissom said.

"Hmpf?" Warrick looked at Grissom who was holding up a picture of Amelia. Warrick took it as he realized it was Amelia at the crime scene.

"He's got one of each of them." Grissom told him.

"And the bastard's gone." Warrick said angrily.

"Or maybe not." Warrick turned and looked at Catherine who was looking at the next wall. "There's two more women. He blacked out their names and I don't recognize them." Catherine told them.

"So, he's probably still in town, waiting for whoever she is." Warrick pointed to the next blonde woman. Catherine's cell phone rang as she nodded. She answered it.

"Willows." She continued to stare at the two new, nameless women.

"Catherine, it's Eric Delko from Miami."

"Delko. Hey, how's it going?" Catherine said, surprised to be hearing from him. She had talked to him a few times over the last couple of years, but usually she just talked to Horatio.

"One of Alexander Washington's goons put Calleigh in the hospital." He told her. Catherine frowned.

"Oh my God. Is she ok?" Catherine asked, stunned.

"Yeah. She's got a stab wound and a concussion, but other than that, she's fine. How's Ames?" He asked. Catherine sighed.

"As far as I know, she's still unconscious. Nick and Sara are at the hospital with her." Catherine paused. "How'd you figure out it was Washington?" Eric chuckled.

"His goon ratted Washington out as soon as we arrested him." Catherine rolled her eyes.

"Figures. Now if only we could catch him." She muttered angrily.

"He's on the run?"

"Yeah and apparently, two more are on his list. Too bad we don't know their names."

"One of them might be Anna Sjvivovich. She had a TRO on Washington here in Miami and then she moved to Las Vegas about a month ago." Catherine stopped in front of the pictures of the blood woman.

"Sjvivovich? Sara found an Anna McKlansky that had a TRO on Washington."

"Her maiden name is Sjivovich. On some papers regarding the TRO, it says McKlanksy, and on others it's Sjvivovich. Her husband was already dead when she made the papers and then she went back to her maiden name."

"What do you know about her?" Catherine asked.

"Well, she's a widow, 37, blonde, about 5'7", has a strong European accent. I believe she's from Ukraine. Her English isn't very good, but she's speaks Spanish fluently." Catherine had to laugh at that.

"So, she's speaks Russian and Spanish fluently, but is bad at English?"

"Pretty much."

"Alright. Thanks for that. I think you may be right, she fights the MO."

"No problem, Catherine. I'm going to go catch some z's before shift starts. Give us a call when you get some info on Ames, ok?"

"Of course. Say hi to everyone for me. Bye." Catherine hung up and turned to Brass who was staring at the pictures of Amelia. "Anna Sjvivovich-McKlansky. The possible next victim." She told him. Jim nodded.

"I'm on it." He turned and left the room.

"So who was that?" Warrick asked as he took pictures of the walls. Catherine moved out of his way.

"Eric Delko. He gave me a possible name on the next victim. Anna Sjvivovich-McKlansky, the woman Sara was telling us about."

"I guess she didn't know he moved here." Warrick said. Catherine nodded.

"No kidding."

"Guys!" Grissom called out from the doorway. They turned around, startled. "They found number five! She's alive and on her way to the hospital."