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: Woot! I'm on a roll! I have this idea and I'm just totally going for it! PLEASE let me know if you like or hate this! I'm up for any ideas! Thank you Laura! And Kiva! It's nice to know my story is appreciated (I'll be updating my TFATF fic soon Laura). oh and yes, this is a short chapter. sorry.

Chapter 7: Victim #5 Lives

"Take a look and see

The light still shines in me." -Milk Inc "In My Eyes"

Grissom watched Catherine and Warrick process the scene. It was a tiny bit different from the others. It looked like Washington went crazy with a knife instead of slamming her into her car. There were blood splatters surrounding the car, telling a story. A story of rage.

Grissom figured that Washington knew they were close to finding him, making him very, very angry. Grissom could only imagine what would happen to the next victim if they didn't find Washington. Grissom turned to Jim as he walked up.

"Anna Sjvivovich." Jim sounded out her last name carefully. Grissom smiled. "Or McKlansky, whichever you wish. 37 years old, widow, a parole officer with blonde hair."

"Possible motive." Grissom said. Warrick walked up to Jim and Grissom with a large smile on his face. He help up an evidence bag with a bloody knife in it.

"I lifted a workable print from the handle." He told them.

"Yet more evidence to tie him to the murders." Grissom said happily. The evidence against Washington was building up. Now, Grissom thought, if only we could find him.

"Somebody's getting sloppy. Two eyewitnesses and a print on a bloody knife. Not to mention missing knives from his apartment and those pictures." Jim said.

---"Grissom?" Detective Jim Brass said, sitting in front of Grissom's desk. Grissom looked up from his papers. He wasn't reading them though, he was preoccupied. By her. She took up most of his thoughts. He didn't mean for her to, but he couldn't help it. She understood him and now she was gone.

2 months.

No calls.

Not typical her.

But then again...neither was putting in a transfer without notice.

Grissom had begun to wonder if maybe something happened to her.

"Yeah, Jim?" Grissom said, pushing her out of his thoughts. He hoped it would work for a while.

"She's down south somewhere." So much for that. Jim didn't even have to say a name and Grissom knew who he was talking about. Her. Amelia Martin. The woman they let get away. Grissom swore that if she ever came back or called, he would tell her how he felt.

"How do you know?" Grissom asked, confused as to know he would know. Jim put a picture on his desk. Grissom picked it up. It was her. On a beach with a tan and a sad smile. Grissom flipped it over. 'I'm down south. I can't come back, call, or write. I'm sorry. Melia.' Grissom flipped the picture back over and stared at Amelia. She didn't look happy at all. "That's not her hand writing." He said. Jim frowned and nodded.

"I know. But that is Amy." Jim and Amelia had had their differences, but they were able to joke with each other and get along. Amelia could get along with just about anybody. Except, obviously, Sara.

"Yeah. Evan must have written it." Grissom concluded. He never liked Evan much, he just hoped that Evan hadn't done anything to Amelia.---

Nick and Sara waited patiently in the waiting room. They were waiting for news on Amelia, but no news came. It had been an hour and a half since Amelia came in; they had only been there for about 15 to 20 minutes.

Sara entwined her fingers with Nicks. She knew how hard this was on him. When they were alone and talking about their family, he always talked about Amelia. She was his best friend, even after the last four years. No matter what he said to everybody else, he still knew that she would one day come back. He knew there had to be an excellent reason for why she didn't come back and now Nick knew why. First, it was Evan. But then she got a divorce and Nick figured that she got too settled. But then Tim died...

Nick and Sara looked up as the doctor walked in. Nick shot up from his seat.

"Nick Stokes? Amelia's brother?"

"Yes. How is she?" Nick asked quickly. Sara slowly stood up.

"She's out of surgery. She's extremely lucky. The glass did not penetrate her skull, but a sliver did get lodged inside her forearm, probably from trying to protect herself. The stab wound on her lower back actually went through an old stab wound. It came close to hitting the kidney, but it was angled so it missed it by about a millimeter or so. She does have a broken pinky bone, probably from protecting herself. Now, she does have head trauma. There is massive bruising to the top of the head. No permanent damage as far as we can tell." He told them. Nick and Sara both sighed in relief.

"Can we see her?" Nick asked. Sara was touched that he included her in that question. She had figured him for wanting to see Amelia by himself first.

"She's sleeping off the drugs right now, but if you wish, you can sit with her for a while. She might wake up. She's in room I13." The doctor told them. Nick and Sara thanked him and then headed towards Amelia's room. They walked away from the doctor and headed towards her room. Sara followed quietly behind Nick, not wanting to say anything, but she knew Amelia wasn't going to look pretty. Sara noticed that the doctor was following them. He stepped up next to Sara. "I need to check a few things." He told her. Sara nodded.

They stopped outside of the door. Nick took a deep breath and pushed it open. He slowly walked over to her side as the doctor headed to the machines that Amelia was hooked up to. Sara had been right. Amelia didn't look pretty. Her head was bandaged but Sara could still make out the faint purple tint that started at her hairline and headed back. Her arms were bandaged up and she had a black eye and a deep cut on her left cheek.

"The black eye and the cut are not from the resent event. My guess is that they are a few days old." The doctor told them. Nick let a few tears stream down his face and he stood to the left of Amelia. He gently grabbed her hands and sat down in the chair next to the bed. As he looked closer at her face, he noticed tears streaming down her face. The doctor noticed it too.

"She's still asleep, it's normal." He told them. Nick looked up at him.

"How is it normal?" Nick asked. The doctor stopped writing and looked at him.

"When a victim has experienced a trauma and remembers it, if they dream about, they cry unconsciously. Such as, say you're asleep and have a bad dream. You cry in your sleep and then wake up crying. It's the same thing." He explained to them. Nick nodded and looked back at Amelia. He could see her eyes moving beneath the lids, which meant to Nick that she was, indeed, asleep. Nick barely noticed the doctor leave.

Nick remembered from taking a Psychology course in High School that the eyes move when the person is in REM sleep. Nick tried to think back to that part of Psychology. Amelia had had a great time in Psychology, but she hated Sociology and Biology and all the other '-ology' courses she took, though she always passed with A's.

"REM is rapid eye movement. During REM sleep, the brain is extremely active and the brain movement is similar to that of someone who is awake. Non-REM, non-rapid eye movement, has four stages. In the first two, it's easy to wake the person up, but you'll have more difficulty in the last two. My guess is that Amelia's in REM, because she's dreaming." Sara said, reading Nick's mind. Nick looked over at her and smiled.

"Just what I was trying to remember." He said. Sara smiled and walked closer to him and Amelia.

"I figured you would. You always liked Psychology." She said. Nick smiled. That was the thing about Sara, she knew what he liked. She knew him, even if they had only been dating for a short time. As cliché as it might sound to others, Nick knew that Sara was his soul mate.

Sara looked at her pager as it went off. It was Grissom. She picked up her cell phone and dialed Grissom's number.

"We have another victim." Grissom said as he answered his phone. Sara rolled her eyes. Typical Grissom.

"Hello to you too Griss. Who is it?"

"Her name is Anna Sjivovich, or McKlansky, which ever you prefer. She's on her way to the hospital; actually, she should already be there. From the blood splatter and the lack of dents in the car door, it's fair to say that Washington went on a stabbing spree. He was angry. So far, the letters we have are Die Me."

"Ok. I'll go and check on her in a few." Sara looked at Amelia and Nick and then turned away, facing the door.

"How's Amelia?"

"The doctor said she was lucky. From everything, it seems like he stabbed her, she turned around and braced herself with her arms as he tried to slam her head into window. Most of the glass went into her arms and hardly any into her skull. He did manage to slam her head into the door, which is probably what knocked her out. She's got bruising on her head, but other than that, she's fine. The doctor doesn't think they'll be any permanent damage." She told him. Sara chewed on her bottom lip as Grissom remained silent.

"How are you and Nick?" Grissom's question surprised her. She knew he cared, but...it was still different for him.

"I'm fine, a little on the edge, but I'm ok. Nick...he's just dealing." Sara told him.

"Ok. Check on Anna whenever you can."

"Got it." They hung up. Sara looked back at Nick. He looked up at her.

"Another victim?" He asked. Sara nodded.

"Anna Sjvivovich, the woman from Miami with a TRO out on Washington. She's alive and Grissom said she should be here soon. I'll go check on her in a few." She told him. Nick forced a smile.

"Ok." He turned back to Amelia. Sara stood uncomfortably for a minute before Nick turned back to her. "Thank you." Was all he said. Sara smiled.

"She'll be fine. I'm going to go check on Anna." She told him. He smiled and turned back to Amelia. Sara turned and left the room, hoping that this victim would also be ok.