Disclaimer— I don't own the characters in CSI… but if I did… this wouldn't even be considered as a fanfic and my life would completely rock.

THERE ARE TWO KINDS OF PEOPLE…

Intro to the story

"The sun was rising beyond the horizon of the desert. Light crept into every shadow and bore its secrets."

The sun wasn't up yet as a family got in their car ready to leave Las Vegas. They decided that their vacation was done and the need to return to everyday life was apparent. One child had a problem cramming his huge stuffed parrot that he won in the trunk of their car. This was all handled with and they left— leaving their empty hotel room behind. It took only a few minutes until they arrived at the outskirts of Vegas where there's only ground and sky.

"Daddy, what's that?" the youngest child asked as he pointed out the window.

"What's what, Joey?" the father looked at where his son was pointing. "Oh my god."

XXX

"What do you make of it?" Brass asked as he wiped his forehead with a handkerchief.

"I can't say.", replied Grissom. He stood a fair distance away from the corpse— careful not to disturb anything that might be evidence. There were the sounds of cameras flashing in the background.

"Looks like he was part of a ritual,", said Warrick as he lowered his camera. "or a cult." He looked at the corpse— it was bound into a tight ball. His neck was tied together with his legs that kept his head between them, his arms were bound tightly behind his back. The body lay within a crimson circle that was drawn on the desert ground. At the center of the circle was a crimson star with a little hook drawn at the center.

Grissom knelt by the circle and took a little swab of the red substance and applied some chemical to the swab, slowly it turned to a shade of red. "It's blood."

"I'll make a guess that it's the victim's." Warrick mused.

Grissom moved closer to the corpse and noticed the deep cuts all over his body, "He was moved here. This isn't the crime scene, with all these cuts and no other evidence of blood in the area."

"Just the dumpsite?" Brass joked.

"I found some footprints that may belong to the suspect.", yelled Warrick as he took photos of the disturbed ground. "Looks like he was in a hurry.", he followed the prints to the side of the road. "And off the ground he goes.", he said as he looked down the road.

"Hello." Grissom murmured as something caught his eye. He looked carefully at the victim's shirt collar and slowly he removed it and examined the small black object. "You aren't supposed to be here."

Warrick approached Grissom and looked at what he placed in a plastic container. "What have you got there?"

"Another victim."

XXX

He sat there, waiting. He thumped his fingers on the desk as his eyes were glued to the clock. Slowly he sunk to his seat and stared at the white ceiling and groaned. He sat himself up again as he looked at the folders that lay on the desk. One particular folder had his name on it. In this folder was his future in Las Vegas. He played with his fingers as he thumped them against a table creating a rhythmic beat it wasn't long until it was followed by light beat-boxing. He suddenly stopped as someone walked in the room. Courteously he stood up and greeted whoever walked in the office.

"Reiji Zephyr?" Catherine Willows asked him.

"Yes, that is I." He affirmed as he gave a bow simply for his amusement.

"Take a seat.", said Catherine, she walked over to the other side of the desk and sat herself down.

Reiji sat back down on the chair, trying to show his best for a job that he would surely be a shoe in. Catherine introduced herself to Reiji as the supervisor of the Days.

"D-days!" Reiji almost shouted as he was taken aback. He drew back on his behavior and calmed himself down. "I'm really sorry Ms. Willows. But… the thing is, I can't be in the day shift. It messes up my schedule. I was in the graveyard shift back in LA so I don't think I can handle a shift switch." He said with much better composure as before.

"Alright." Said Catherine as she opened the folder on her desk. "Don't worry so much, you still don't have the job at this point."

Reiji felt his cheeks turn hot at this remark. "Yeah. You're right, I should wait until the end of this session before I say such things."

"You're so sure that you'll get this job, aren't you?"

"Of course I am. You still haven't looked in my file folder." Reiji gave her a grin.

Catherine looked at the folder's contents. "Wow." She looked up at Reiji and raised a brow, "It looks like you are good— a Level 3 CSI in Los Angeles and a letter of recognition from the head supervisor."

Reiji smiled wider, "Ranks don't really mean anything to me. As long as I'm in forensics I'll live."

"Ok. What brings you here in Vegas?"

"I was raised here but I studied in LA. Gave a few years of service back there and continue on with the rest of my career here. Vegas was the…" droned Reiji as he thought of words to say. "I got interested in forensics here in Vegas."

"How, actually?"

"Er… long story. To make it all short my, dad taught me everything I needed to know to work in CSI as far as I could remember. Just for the record… I also studied under Gil Grissom and I heard that he worked here."

"Another one of Grissom's students."

Reiji sighed in relief. It wasn't because Grissom was really there but the acknowledgement that someone else was here besides him that studied under the same mentor.

Catherine sighed, "I like what it says here…"

Reiji turned to the window. Someone walked down the hallway that made his heart jump. He wasn't sure if it was her but somehow something was telling him that it was.

"Welcome to Las Vegas.", said Catherine.

"You mean I got the job!" Reiji exclaimed as he turned away from the window. "Wait… day or night?"

"You asked for night. So night it is… shifts don't really matter here, just keep alert."

Reiji chuckled, "You don't know how long I've waited to come back home, Ms. Willows.", he leaned back on the chair and looked out on the office window, wondering if she'll pass by again.

XXX

"The landlord was getting pissed off at the guy not paying his rent.", said a homicide detective as he led Nick and Greg to the apartment room. "Today was the final day of the deadline of the rent so he practically broke the door down just to get to the guy.", the detective opened the door and let the two CSI's in. "What he saw didn't exactly please him."

"Where's the body?" Nick asked as he surveyed the room. There was a pool of crimson blood at the center of the room. Blood spatter were mostly on the east corner of the room. There were glass casings on two sides of the wall— terrariums… all were shattered. He took some photos of the crime scene then moved his attention to the pool of blood. "This tells me that the body was dragged out of the room."

"Nick…" Greg's voice quivered, "what would you say if these terrariums contained bugs?" he asked.

"I wouldn't really mind." Nick still kept his attention to the various blood spatters on the walls.

"How about really poisonous bugs?"

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(A/n) This is my first ever attempt on making a CSI fanfic. Just to tell whoever's reading this that it took time on formulating an autopsy on a body that really wasn't there and creating a crime scene out of thin air. This story goes in much deeper than it is… there are two cases actually, the other one would appear much later on. So… I accept flames… but I would prefer normal appreciative reviews.

Just another note… I have no plans on continuing this if I don't have any reviews. I know that this is just an intro but I'd like to get reviews just to see if someone is interested to read on.

Dedicated to my social studies teacher who helped me along the difficult autopsy and crime scene. Not forgetting my biology teacher of course about helping me with human anatomy.

I salute the ever hardworking writers of CSI and their cool cast. I never knew how hard it was to even start a crime scene…

— pazaway-tiger