The CSIs were getting frustrated. Every single case involving silver nitrate bullets had been classified a cold case. Even the decapitation murder had become a cold case. No new evidence had been found at any of the crime scenes. It was now two month since the original two silver nitrate murders and nothing could be done. In the lab, Morgan continued to monitor Damian everywhere he went. She knew when she would eliminate him, three moths from that day on the full moon. She was going to take on the strongest and most powerful lycan in 700 years on Halloween night. The CSIs got a call for two more homicides, one lycan and one vampire. The two corpses still had their brands and tattoos because they died killing each other. Morgan knew that if Damian wasn't eliminated soon, the war between vampires and lycans would escalate and humans would soon become involved. Her thought were interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. She looked up to see Nick and Sara standing just inside the door frame.

"What can I do for you" Morgan asked.

"We wanted to know if you knew anything about what's going on. You seem very interested when new cases involving silver nitrate or decapitation come in. Sara said.

"No, sorry, I'm just curious that's all" Morgan lied.

"I don't think so, I've seen the look you have, you are putting some serious thought into these cases" Nick accused.

"No, it's not like that, I just think it's odd that all of these cases are exactly the same and there is no evidence to suspect anybody." Morgan lied again.

A few more minutes of question and the pair finally gave up and left, although they were not entirely convinced that she didn't know anything.

It was now the middle of August and it had been at least two or three weeks since the last lycan was brought into the morgue. Things were going relatively well at the lab, there were no more confrontations with he CSIs about information and actual friendships began to develop. In recent days, Las Vegas had been hit by a series of freak rainstorms which caused major flooding and forced most people to stay indoors. However, it didn't stop everyone. A few days after a particularly bad storm, the headless body of a vampire was discovered just south of Vegas. When it was brought to Doc Robbins to be examined, Morgan recognized it was the body of one of her closest friends. Every member of the CSI night shift was present for the autopsy. Morgan snuck into the room just as the ME began.

"This one is slightly different from the other decapitations. The other bodies had the heads cut off with something like an axe. In this body if you notice, the flesh around the wound is ragged and torn, which means that the head was either pulled or ripped off, not cut off." Robbins explained.

"Who would have enough strength to pull a head off a live body" Catherine pondered.

Nobody answered; they all just shrugged their shoulders and continued to think it over. As quietly as she entered the room, Morgan left it to make a phone call.

"Sam, Malcolm is in the morgue. His head wasn't cut off, it was ripped off" Morgan rushed.

"That means Damian did it himself, he's the only one strong enough" Sam speculated.

"I didn't think anything of it, but last Friday before the big rainstorm was Damian's scheduled day off. That was the same night the Malcolm went out with David to feed. Hey did David ever come back from that night?" Morgan said.

"I never noticed it but no, I thought he was just messing around and didn't come back on purpose." Sam stated.

"Send someone out to find him, whether he's dead or a live we have to find him" Morgan ordered.

"It's too risky, we could end up loosing more people. If he's alive he'll come back on his own" Sam contradicted.

"What if he's injured and unable to return? He'll need help" Morgan argued.

"I said no, and that's my final word" Sam shouted.

"Fine, have it your way" Morgan growled.

With that Morgan slammed the phone shut and threw it on the table. A passing lab tech stared at her with fright and went scurrying down the hall when Morgan glared at her. Morgan turned on her heel and stormed out of the lab and out of the building leaving behind a trail of very confused and scared scientists. Greg followed her out to the front steps and found her sitting on the ground with shoulders and chest heaving. He took a seat next to her and place a hand on her shoulder.

"What do you want" Morgan snapped.

"I came to see if you were alright, I saw you get pissed off at the phone call and scare the living shit of some of the other lab techs." Greg said.

Morgan just snorted and continued to stare forward in the distance. Her breath began to slow down and her body began to relax. Seizing the opportunity, Greg slipped his arm around Morgan's shoulders and comforted her.

"Hey, look on the bright side, at least you don't have to worry about anyone messing with you. I think there too scared to get caught." Greg reasoned.

"I suppose you're right, and Hodge's probably won't come within 20 feet of me, which is a relief because if he tried to hit on me again I would probably run him up the flag pole by his underwear." Morgan chuckled at the mental image.

Greg had to admit that would be a funny sight to see and laughed with her.

"You know Greg, for some reason I can all ways count on you to cheer me up" Morgan stated.

"Perhaps it's because of my rugged good looks and sensitivity that causes you to melt whenever I'm around" Greg proclaimed.

Morgan began to laugh at the ridiculous statement made by the youngest CSI. Greg stood up and help out his hand to help Morgan up as well. They walk back into the building arm in arm and slightly more relaxed then when they exited.

The next few days passed pretty much uneventful. Morgan hadn't spoken to Sam since the fight and didn't plan on striking up a conversation anytime soon. Damian also became a scarce sight around the lab. It turned out that he was missing work for no apparent reason. With no one to monitor, Morgan became bored when there was no work to be done.

"Hey Morgan, can I give you a lift home." Nick said walking out of the building.

"Thanks Nicky, you're sweeter than a box of fruit roll-ups" Morgan smiled.

Nick laughed at the sugar analogy and opened the passenger side door for her. Nick walked around the front of the car to the driver's side and climbed in. They made it to her house in about 30 minutes.

"Do you want to come in for some coffee or something" Morgan asked.

"Sure, but I don't really do coffee that much unless I'm working doubles" Nick accepted.

"Ok, how about a beer, or soda, or whatever" Morgan said.

"You had me at the beer" Nick laughed.

Morgan opened the door and told him to take a seat on the couch. Grabbing two beers out of the fridge, she made her way over to the couch as well. She handed the cold, brown bottle to her friend and began to drink hers. The hours stretched on as the two coworkers sat there watching TV and drinking beer. Between the two of them they were reach an entire 12-pack.

"It's probably a good thing you and I don't have to work tomorrow" Nick chuckled.

"Yah, probably, and I don't know about you but I'm getting hungry" Morgan stated.

"Yah, me too, so what do you want" Nick asked.

"Pizza, it's fast, it's simple, and it's comes to us" Morgan exclaimed.

"I swear you are getting more like Greg everyday" Nick commented.

"I know, but you can't deny the fact that pizza is a perfect dinner" Morgan agreed.

Morgan stretched herself over Nick to reach the phone on the other side of the sofa. In the process of doing so, her shirt rode up allowing Nick a perfect view of her smooth back and jean clad butt. He inhaled the sent of her shampoo and conditioner as she leaned back into her place on the couch. She quickly dialed the number of the local Pizza Hut and placed the order. After the pizza arrived and they ate as well as tossed back a couple more beers they lounged on the sofa watching Nick's choice of shows, Sports Center. Half way through the show, Morgan found Nick watching her not the TV. She smiled at him and he smiled back while scooted closer to her on the plush couch. Within seconds was completely next to her. Nick cupped her face in his hand and held it while he kissed her lips passionately. Morgan moaned in surprise at the contact allowing Nick's tongue to slip inside her mouth. Soon his hands began to caress the rest of her body. He ran his hands up her shirt along her sides causing her to shiver. Morgan had to break away from the kiss for air. Nick on the other hand began to leave a trail of kisses on her neck and jaw line as his fingers started to unbutton her navy blue satin shirt. Her pale skin and black satin bra were soon revealed to Nick's feverish touch. He was now placing kisses down her neck and across her chest. She moaned in excitement when Nick bit her nipple through the thin fabric.

"Oh, god Nick" she moan through clenched teeth.

Nick just smirked up at her and continued his assault on her body. He pushed the bra up her chest to expose the tender, pale flesh of her breasts. Immediately he began to lap and suck at her skin and sensitive nipples. His hands began to make their way to the top of her pants. One of his hands slipped inside the denim fabric as the other continued to work on her breast. The moment his fingers brushed over the most sensitive part of her body the phone began to ring.

"Let the machine get it." Morgan gasped.

The phone rang three more times be for the answering machine picked up.

"Hello Morgan, I'm sure you know who this is. I know that you are watching me, and now it's my turn, I'm watching your every move." Damian's voice said.

Morgan pushed Nick off of her with lightning speed and tuned in completely to the voice coming through the line.

"What the hell is going on Morgan" Nick exclaimed.

"Shut up" Morgan answered.

"I know what you plan to do, and I know that you are working at the lab. I'm sure I'll see you around. Oh, and if you want to know where your little friend David is, go on a nice walk off I-15 at mile marker 39.You will find him there, or at least what is left of him. Ha, ha, ha" Damian's voice concluded.

The answering machine signaled the end of the message. Morgan continued to stare at the machine like it wasa vile creature of some distant planet. Nick placed a hand on her shoulder which caused Morgan to jump completely off the sofa. She quickly began to replace all of her clothing then turned to look at Nick.

"Get out of her now and don't tell a soul what happened tonight" Morgan advised.

"Who the hell was that and what did he mean you were watching him and he is watching you. And what the fuck did he mean when he said you can find the rest of your friend off I-15." Nick rambled.

"That was Damian, he works as a lab tech at the lab and he is one bad ass mother fucker. I suggest you take your ass home and forget everything you just heard." Morgan responded.

"Fuck no, not until you tell me what the fuck is going on around here. Holy shit, this has something to do with all the weird murders lately doesn't it. I want to know exactly who the hell Damian is and who the hell you are." Nick demanded.

"For now all you need to know is my name, Morgan LeBlanc. Now if you value your life you will leave right now" Morgan shouted.

Nick didn't say anything; he just stormed out of the house and drove away. Morgan stood there shaking her head as the front door slammed shut.