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Summary: Nick and Greg are assigned a murder case at a hotel on the strip... yeah, I really stink at these thingers called summaries, so read this and maybe you'll find you might like it! Haha... don't judge it based on my pathetic summary

Chapter 1

"I'm telling you, you can look all you want, but you'll never find my stash of Blue Hawaiian coffee," Greg laughed as he watched Nick Stokes search around the room.

After a few moments of laughing, Greg watched as Nick pulled a bag out from behind the fridge. "Not going to find it eh?" he laughed.

Greg stood up. "Hey! Give that back! You weren't supposed to find it!"

Nick laughed some more at his friend before running from the room, the bag of coffee in tow. Not very far behind, Greg followed, desperate to get his coffee back. The two didn't get to run very far before Grissom appeared in front of them, giving them an assignment to work on the case involving a DB at a hotel on the strip.

While Nick was listening to what Grissom had to say, Greg snatched his bag of coffee back, then bolted down the hallway. It wasn't unusual to see Nick and Greg fighting over the coffee, so Grissom let it slide.

"You'd better go catch up to your partner or he's going to leave you behind," Grissom added with a laugh.

Nick followed Greg down the hall and out to the parking lot where Greg was getting into the driver's seat.

"On no you don't Greggo. I'm driving," Nick told him.

Greg laughed.

"Pfft! I'm already here, so I guess you're taking the passenger's seat for this one buddy."

Nick reluctantly got into the passenger's seat of the car, and the two of them sped off to the location of the hotel. Once they arrived, David was waiting for them by the DB.

The body was a woman, who looked no older than mid-twenties, she had blonde hair, but it was almost completely stained with blood.

"I take it a heavy blow to the head is what killed her?" Nick questioned.

David shook his head. "She doesn't show any signs of being hit in the head, other than the blood around her. I found that quite peculiar, but I'll have to do a more thorough look over her. It appears that what killed her was asphyxiation due to strangulation. See these ligature marks on her neck? That suggests that whoever killed her used some sort of a cord, or rope."

The whole time that he and Nick were processing the scene, Greg couldn't help but get the feeling that he'd seen this woman before.

"Ahh, look what we have here," Nick said, pulling a black object out of the victims pocket, "I believe I've found some ID." Nick paused to read the name on the woman's driver's license. "Samantha Coil," he said out loud."

"Yeah, it's a real pity that this happened. She was a regular here... always paid a little extra then what the fee was for a room. Definitely a sweet kid," a male voice from behind Nick said.

"And you are?" Greg questioned.

"Chester Black. The manager of the hotel."

Nick decided that it would be best for him to question the manager, while Greg finished processing the scene.

"So Mr. Black, you say she was a regular around here?"

He nodded.

"She'd come up here at least... oh... it would be a few times a month. Sometimes she'd bring friends. I guess she liked Vegas and came back for quite a few visits."

"So you're saying she's not from around here?" Nick asked.

"Nope. Heard her tell me a few times she lives out in Carson City."

"I see, and she sometimes brings friends with her? Was anyone with her tonight before she died?"

"Nope, well, not that I know of. When she brings friends, she'll usually check in with them. No wait... she did have a visitor... a few hours ago this cute little brunette, about the same age as Samantha came up to the front desk asking for her. I told her which room she was in," Mr. Black replied.

"Do you know who this 'cute little brunette' was? Have you seen her around with Samantha before?"

Mr. Black nodded. "I've seen her check in with Samantha a few times, never caught her name though. Are we done talking here? I really have to get back to work. This business isn't going to run itself and I've already got reporters on the phone wanting to know what happened."

"What? You're telling me that all of that blood from the scene wasn't hers?" Nick questioned Mia.

"That's what the DNA says. You know, it would be quite stupid for the killer to leave behind their own blood... so I really doubt that the blood belongs to the killer. But hey, I don't want to tell you how to do your job. But I can tell you one thing. The blood found there was female," Mia stated.

Nick nodded and left the room, hoping to find Greg and tell him the interesting news.

"We'll it wouldn't be the killer's blood... no killer is stupid enough to leave their DNA all over the place. Do you think there could be another victim? Greg questioned.

"It's definitely a possibility. I say we go back and scan the area, but there's something about that theory that just doesn't add up. If our murderer kills two people... why on earth would they hide one body and leave the other out in the open?" Nick pointed out.

Greg stopped to think. "Yeah, good point, but we've got to consider ever possibility until we can prove it otherwise with the evidence right?"

Nick sighed. "Yeah you're right. Why don't we head back to the hotel. I'll check over the room and surrounding area for any signs of someone else being there, and you can check the surveillance tapes and see if you can spot the brunette who came in to visit our vic."

"Someone came to visit the vic?" Greg questioned.

"Yeah... didn't I tell you. The manager told me that a few hours before he found Samantha dead, he had some brunette the same age as our vic, ask where our vic's room was," Nick explained.

"Well maybe that's who the other female blood belonged to," Greg said.

"It could be, but we won't know until we find her," Nick replied.

With that, the two of them headed back to the hotel. Once they arrived, the manager took Greg to the surveillance room. After a half hour of looking over the tapes, the manager pointed out a young woman on the screen.

"That's her, that's the girl who wanted to see Samantha. Do you want me to make a photo so you can have someone tell you who she is?" Mr. Black questioned.

Greg's jaw dropped as he stared at the screen. "You won't have to. That's Olivia Frank... my cousin..."