Hey guys, thanks for sticking with me into a new realm. Wes is based on a friend, who asked that I write him in. He was helping me on the KOTOR fic. So, no dis on SW fans, because I'm one as well. Wes is definitely top notch and knows how to work a scene. This story is mostly about the forensics with characters secondary.

The plot twist comes from Rachel. Thanks! Again, some of the themes are disturbing, but I suppose, so is the genre.

CSI Hawaii

Tantalus – Tuesday Evening

Rob Taniguchi's car raced along Honolulu's roads on its way to Tantalus, a rugged, hilly area that overlooked the city. Tiny lights could be seen coming on below as night approached. Seemingly, unconcerned by their high rate of speed, Rob talked as if he hadn't a care in the world. His years as a detective had made him mostly immune from excitement that permeated the rookies.

"Gil, Sandy and I are coming back to Vegas in a couple of months. We'll be staying at Caesar's."

Grissom watched the street lamps whiz by, focusing on the city below to keep his mind off of Taniguchi's wild driving.

"You about lost your shirt at Caesar's last time. Why don't you stay off the Strip like most people from Hawaii? Better odds."

Rob smiled as he made a sharp turn, squealing his tires. On a long, upslope of the road, several blue and whites had their lights flashing and blue clad officers could be seen cordoning off the area.

"Nah, we visit more for the atmosphere. I never tire of the Bellagio dancing waters."

Gil nodded, thinking about Rob's use of the word 'we.' The 'we' had changed several times since they had met, Rob going through two marriages and a current girlfriend. Police work was often hard on long term relationships.

The car screeched to a halt and Rob leapt out, followed by the others. He walked quickly up to an officer with three yellow stripes on his sleeves.

"What do we have, sarge?"

The sergeant pulled out his notepad and shined a flashlight on it. "Howzit Rob, a jogger was running by and saw the body down on the slope just before dark. She's being interviewed."

"Good, how's the scene?"

Sergeant Koizumi took them to the rock wall overlooking a rugged slope, covered mostly in kiawe brush. He turned his flashlight down the hill, showing the still form of a person, crumpled in the bushes.

"I took a quick look-see down that path and the person is definitely dead. The ME's are enroute. At first glance it looks like we have a white male, early forties…possible knife wounds."

Wes peered down the slope and knew what needed to be done. "Okay, let's get started. Sarge, get the names of all of the officers present. We're going to need lights and more personnel to do this scene."

Koizumi pressed the button on the mike attached to his shoulder. "Dispatch, get the ID techs out here with some lights."

Standing beside Wes, Gil adjusted his glasses to get a better look. Insect activity was definitely present and the buzz of flies could be faintly heard. Rob pointed to Hank. "Start a staging area and an evidence control point here. Wes, you got your camera? Good. You and Gil do an initial survey."

Gil blinked. "I'm only here for the conference. I don't want to step on any toes here."

Taniguchi shook his head. "Hey, you're with us now. You could be a consultant…that is if you want to?"

Grissom raised his eyebrows. "Well, my other option was watching a rerun of Lost. Let me just clear it with Brass."

The Las Vegas CSI made a quick call home, nodding several times. "He says you need to bring pineapple and Macadamia nuts next visit."

"For Jim, no problem."

Wes had assembled his camera, a top of the line Canon. He handed Gil the photo log as the sergeant lighted the path. "One path down, one path up," he said, indicating the use of a single entry and exit to avoid contamination.

Lisa then called over, "Hey guys, here's some Tyvek booties." She hurled a pair of the cloth-like foot covering to them and they pulled them over their shoes. "I'll check in with the witness," she added.

The two then climbed over the rock wall and began the steep trek down through the scrubby dirt. The faint odor of decay soon met them along with the annoying buzzing of the flies. Wes began to snap off panoramic photos with his expert eye for detail while Gil logged the shots. As they approached, Wes took some closer in shots as Gil began to take in the scene.

"This guy can't have been here more than a couple of days," surmised Gil. "The body hasn't begun to bloat yet. Plus, the maggots are still in their first instar," he said, noting the tiny, recently hatched larvae. Wes popped off a few shots at the little creatures, zooming in on them.

"This guy's dressed pretty oddly for a forty year old," commented Wes. "He looks like he was trying to be a teen again."

Grissom nodded while gently probing the man's pockets. "No keys, no wallet. Hmmm, what's this?" he mused out loud, removing a pack of condoms. He held the foil packet next to the corpse's pocket, adding a forensic ruler alongside and Wes snapped off more photos.

Gil then poked the man's graying skin, which had a dark, spider web pattern crisscrossing the body. "We have some marbling of the skin and lividity appears fixed. It would indicate that the guy died here. Plus, we can see how he rolled to this spot." Gil stood and looked back up the hill to see Lisa preparing the search kit.

"Lisa, make sure you process the wall right above our location. He might have been pushed or fallen from that spot."

"Got it!" she called back, having already changed into her Evidence Response gear.

As Wes repositioned himself to photograph from a different angle, he handed Gil a flashlight with a blue lens and a translucent, orange shield. "Try this, it's a handheld alternate light source."

Grissom took the light and powered it up, sending a blue beam of light onto the body. The ultraviolet light illuminated the corpse and new evidence became apparent. There, on the groin area was a dark patch, absorbing the light and a patch that glowed intensely.

"I'd say we have blood and other bodily fluids," voiced Gil.

Then, a voice called from above. "Hey, what do you have so far?" asked Rob.

Gil looked back up. In his contemplative monotone he answered, "We have something…very interesting. It's going to be a long night."