Dawn Summers, the Las Vegas Crime Lab's most recent attempt to replace Greg in the lab, had been there for a few weeks and seemed to be fitting in nicely. She was good at her job and a quick study when it came to personality quirks and inter-office relationships. She and Sarah were fast friends, despite the fact that Dawn was at least five years Sarah's junior.
It was Monday night and Dawn was processing some unidentified hair fibers from a murder scene. Under the scope the hairs hadn't looked like anything science had ever discovered. She'd told herself she was seeing things, and began a chemical analysis on the hairs, hoping that there was a perfectly reasonable, scientific explanation for what she'd seen. But she had a sinking feeling she already knew the explanation, and it wasn't reasonable or scientific. She was waiting for the results when Sarah came in.
"There's someone here to see you." Sarah said with a sly grin. "He's quite the hottie." Dawn rolled her eyes.
"Are you sure he's looking for me?" Dawn asked jokingly. "I don't know many hotties." Sarah laughed. Dawn's smile faded quickly when she saw who her visitor was, and the grim expression on his face.
"Hello, Angel." He nodded his greeting.
"Dawn."
"Grissom, can we use your office?" Dawn asked. At his nod, Dawn led Angel into Gris' office and shut the door.
"We've got a problem." Angel told her, wasting no time on pleasantries.
"When don't we?" She quipped.
"There's a clan of Mohra demons in Vegas." Angel went on, ignoring her witticism,