Disclaimer: I do not own CSI and I am not making any money by writing this story. Author's note: This occurs after the last episode of the third season. Grissom is still in the hospital.

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Nick knocks on the door of the apartment with a uniformed police officer standing neutrally behind him. Warrick has gone to look in on the other report. Divide and conquer Catherine had said. A blonde woman in her early twenties answers the door. "I'm Nick Stokes with the Las Vegas crime lab. You reported a break-in." Nick eyes the door suspiciously, realizing that there are no signs of forced entry.

"Yes, please come in," she responds sweetly. "I'm sorry, my boyfriend already replaced the door. He was so worried with the shooting out front that I couldn't convince him to do otherwise."

Nick smiles, trying to reassure her, "Have you noticed anything missing?"

"No, It's really weird. There's a path of knocked over items that leads to my bedroom, but nothing else has been touched."

"Could I take a look around?"

"Sure," she smiles.

"Sergeant Bailey will take your statement."

Nick moves through the apartment. He notes the pattern of fallen items. He stops and dusts for fingerprints at the likely spots a person would use to catch their balance. There wasn't a clear print to be found. He moves on to the bedroom. Dusts the doorknob and finds more smudged prints. He takes more pictures for reference shots. He then tests the window for GSR. Bingo! And bingo again! One of the nails on the window seal is sticking up. Nick pulls some fibers out from underneath it. He tries dusting for fingerprints, but still comes up with nothing. He opens the window to find a little plastic Ziploc bag wedged underneath. Nick examines the pills inside and shakes his head when he realizes they are Ecstasy pills. He shuts the window and walks back into the living room.

"Ma'am, are these yours?" Nick asks holding the bag up for her to see.

"No, what are they?" she asks honestly confused.

"The person who broke-in must have left them. One of my colleagues or I may visit you again. This may be part of the shooting that happened out front."

The woman grasps.

"Don't worry. We'll keep you informed. What did your boyfriend do with your door?"

"He said he was going to put it by the dumpster."

"Thank you, for you time." Nick and the uniform leave.

He heads to the SUV to put his kit down before going to collect the door. Warrick is already there. "Hey man, Whacha find?" he asks Nick.

"Few fibers and Ecstasy."

"Ecstasy???"

"Looks like our shooters were high."

"Well, that's a lot more interesting than what I found. Cranky old women. GSR on the window seal, though. No prints to speak of."

"That seems to be the common theme. I need you to help get a door and then we can check out the rest of the apartments."

Warrick raises an eyebrow, but follows Nick anyways.