A/N: yeah, I wasn't going to post this next chapter for a couple of days (because I got 3 sniff reviews) but I must keep Santa happy or she will not give me Tony, Nick, Greg, and Ryan for Christmas (and I've been very good lately) Anywhoo… you people have to read and review or I may have to cry (and that's not pretty) or discontinue this story (actually I wouldn't in fear of Santa but oh well) oh yeah, I might (that's a big might Santa)put some Gabby in and I will try not to make the Snickers too heavy but I'm not making any promises… by the way, I accidentally put Tate (CSI) and Snickers (NCIS)but it should be the other way around. Anywhoo…mwahahahahaha on to the story!
Disclaimer: Yes! They are all mine! Well… they will be someday (not)
Chapter two: the problem (Las Vegas Nevada)
Gil Grissom looked at his exhausted team, knowing that they would all have to pull a double tonight if you can call one o' clock in the morning night. He was so glad to have his team back but there was such a thing as spending a little too much time together.
The whole team had been standing outside the apartment building for at least two hours and the only person who had been in the room was the paramedic to declare the vic dead.
Finally, after ten more minutes of standing around, the homicide detective, Jim Brass, came up to them and explained the situation. "Alright, so it turns out that the dead guy, John Parker was a marine stationed in Iraq and he was sent home after a shot to his leg. They called in Navy NCIS in DC to help us on the case."
After seeing the looks on the faces of the CSI graveyard shift, Brass added, "Hey, technically they are the ones who are supposed to be working this case so just try to make it work. By the way, they should be here in about ten minutes."
After Brass walked away, the CSIs broke into conversation. "Oh god, I hate sharing evidence." Sara Sidle groaned. "Come on Sara, at least they're not the FBI." Nick Stokes tried to make the situation a little bit better. Grissom took his lead and said, "Nicky's right. At least these people are probably very mature and professional.
Meanwhile, on the plane to Vegas…
"Come on Kate, tell me." Kate felt like her head was going to explode. Tony would not stop asking her what she did this weekend. "DiNozzo, I am going to kick your ass or I will tell Gibbs." She warned.
"Tell me what?" a voice asked. Kate and Tony looked at their boss in amazement. "Boss? We thought you were sleeping." Tony said finally getting over his shock. "I was DiNozzo, and if you don't shut up and stop harassing Kate, I'll make sure that you're asleep too."
This made Tony stop talking for awhile but as soon as he saw the lights of Las Vegas he was off again. He poked Kate who had been asleep for a couple of hours and said, "So Katie, have you ever been to sin city before?"
Kate slightly opened her eyes and said, "No Tony, but I bet you have and you're going to tell me all about it aren't you?" Tony smiled and asked, "You haven't Kate? Are you telling me that the winner of the wet t-shirt contest has never been to Vegas?"
Kate was about to tell him where he could go but she was interrupted by the pilot telling them that they were right over Vegas and they would be landing in less then five minutes.
"Oh god, I hope that the Las Vegas CSIs are more normal than us." Kate commented as she buckled her seat belt for landing.
A/N: hello again it is me, your crazy-psycho friend! Mwahahahahahaha… you know that you love me. Anywhoo… I just wanted to tell you that I will be in Connecticut tomorrow so I won't have the next chapter up for a couple of days. I'm also not posting the next chapter until I get at least ten reviews so there! I love you all and tell me what you think! - Amanda
