Hello everybody! This is the first installment of CSI: Las Vegas and Crazytown, where anything I write goes. Special shout-out to my friend C.M.D. You know who you are.

Of course, Mr. Bruckheimer controls the real CSI, but I'm going to have my fun.

CSI: Las Vegas

Night and Day

Act One

Scene One

A dark master bedroom, with furniture scattered around the room is the first thing criminalist Greg Sanders sees. On the floor lies a corpse of a young woman that had just been shot to death. The room is seemingly empty except for him and Sarah Stokes. The coroner hadn't arrived yet, so Greg decided to just take a couple of pictures of the body.

"Damn it!" Sarah exclaimed. "How is it that this guy has killed five women and not yet been caught?"

"Really good luck." Greg replied, not looking up from the lens. Recently, Sarah had been very moody, partly due to an unknown serial killer and partly because she was in her third trimester. Nick is so lucky, Greg thought, he gets to be married to Sarah and he's going to have a kid soon. That of course means that in a while she'll go on maternity leave and I'll probably never see her again. At least she gave me that one night all those months ago at her bacheloret party. Heck, maybe the kid was his after all. Greg smiled. So, he could still have something over Nick, even if it was in his head.

"Well, we might as well look around," he suggested.

"Yeah, sure," Sarah answered. She went over in the direction of some bureaus and a walk-in closet as Greg started to examine the bed sheets. Just like the other four cases, the sheets had been torn and ripped and bloodied, then finally a bullet hole in the sheets where each girl had met her end. In the pile was a silver bracelet, just like the others as well. The only difference was that the name engraved on it was Marie, and the d.b. was named Kristina Shultz. The bracelet found at the last crime scene had said Kristina, and each bracelet bore the name of the one who would be killed next. The name 'Marie' was of little help, considering that there were tons of women named Marie in the Vegas area.

While packaging the jewelry, Greg heard as rattling gasp. He turned and saw that it was the not so dead body that was awakening.

"Sarah, she's alive! Get the paramedic back in here!"

Turning from the open closet, Sarah started going for the door when a deep voice called out "No!", and was followed by the emergence of a man from the closet. Sarah froze, holding up her hands and Greg saw that this was the killer, and now his eyes were on Sarah, his mind set on killing the ones that could possible keep Kristina alive.

Without thinking, Greg leapt up and ran towards the gunman. S the two collided a gunshot went off and both men fell to the ground in a pool of blood.

Sarah was frantic, unable to help, unable to know who had been shot even. In the hallway footsteps were approaching. The officer and paramedics had heard the shot. The group ran in and seized the criminal while the paramedics ran to Kristina and Greg, tending the wounds as best they could. She leaned back against the wall, on the brink of tears, staring at the floor. In the dim lighting, Sarah could make out a dark spot on the floor where she had been standing. Had that been there before? No, it hadn't. She'd been so frightened that she had wet herself. In her frustration, Sarah felt her stomach tighten. Greg had just saved her life and she'd peed her pants.

A few minutes later, when an ambulance had arrived, Sarah looked up to see that Grisom had arrived. Her stomach tightened again. If he was here then she would have to be off the case. She wanted to be on this case to take some of the guilt off. If someone else did it it just wouldn't be the same.

Sure enough, the first thing Grisom said was, "Sarah, I'm sorry but you have to be off this case."

"Grisom, I need to be on this case! There is no way you can take me off it!" Sarah exclaimed She was in a near rage now. "I owe it to Greg-"

"Look, I can take you off this case and I did take you off this case," Grisom said calmly. "You should go home and get some rest. You need it."

Sarah opened her mouth to protest, but her stomach tightened again. She looked down at the floor again, and realized what was happening.

"Gil, I'm not going home. I'm going to the hospital."

Grisom's eyes widened as he grasped what she meant. "Oh."

Okay, that's a taste of what I've got. Tell me what you think please!

Also, sorry if you really like Greg, this is the only way I could get the story to work. He might be back.

Teaser for next time

"She's at the hospital, and is about thirty minutes into labor." Cath finished with a smile.