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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Warrick, Nick, and the two uniforms are making their way up the stairs to the last apartment. The door is partially open, probably by the shoe that matches the print on the door. The four men stop to contemplate the situation. The first seven apartments had been secured by their owners. Each of them afraid of what had gone on the night before. It was out of place to find the door open and still battered.

Nick quietly suggests, "Let's go in."

They all nod and pull out their weapons. The two uniforms take the point. One slams into the door while the other jumps into the apartment yelling, "Las Vegas Police!" Nothing in the apartment stirs. They continue to check out the rest of the apartment while Nick and Warrick make their way inside. The uniforms return indicating that it is all clear. The two CSI's do a survey of the apartment. It was pretty much the same as the others. They process the scene just to be official; making sure the footprint on the door is carefully taken care of.

"I think its time to head back to the lab," Nick states.

"Yeah man, this place isn't going to tell us anything." Warrick agrees.

They head back out into the living room to collect their kits and dismiss the uniforms. Just as they are about to leave Warrick notices something ground into the carpet beside his kit.

"Hey Nick, I think I've got some glass here," he picks the pieces up with his tweezers and bags them.

"I don't see anything broken that it would have come from," Nick responds.

Then the door to the apartment comes flying open. "Freeze, buster," A middle-aged women shouts pointing a gun at the two men. They put their hands up.

"We're with the Las Vegas crime lab," Nick states as calmly as possible, "We're here to investigate the shooting that occurred last night."

The woman looks the two men over. She sees their kits and the vests they are wearing. She lowers her weapon, "Alright, but what does that have to do with my apartment."

"We suspect the perpetrators shot from various windows including the ones in your bedroom.

The woman sits down on the couch to process the information, "My friend has a scanner. She called me at work to tell me that it was chaos in front of my apartment. I spent the night at her house. I never even thought that someone would have broken in here."

"Are you going to be alright, Ma'am?" Warrick asks.

"Yes, Yes, I need to get my door taken care of. Are you finished here?"

"Yes, but we may be back."

"Of course."

They leave.