Greg Sanders and fellow CSI and girlfriend Megan Connors stood outside the old apartment building to which they had been called. The one patrolman that was there was waiting for them for them at the entrance of the building.

''Apartment number six, guy cam home to find his apartment torn apart''

''What's his name? '' Greg asked

''Jones, Waldo Jones''

Greg and Megan glanced at each other and than at Mr.Jones.

''I guess I'll talk to him'' Megan said and headed towards Mr.Jones

''I'll get started on the apartment'' Greg told her

Nearly ten minutes later Megan was up at the apartment with Greg, who was taking pictures.

''Well Mr. Jones knows nothing about what happened and doesn't know who would want to do this or why''

''Yah and the patrolman said that the landlord is out on vacation''

''Whoop-ti-do'' She said sarcastically '' yes sir nothing like a 406 to put a little excitement into the night''

''Well it's a slow night''

''Yah and of course Grissom sends us, so here we are examining a B&E for a guy named Waldo'' She said putting her latex gloves on and getting her tripod out.

''Would you be more into it if the guy's name was Greg? ''

Megan looked over at her spiky haired boyfriend who had a wide smile across his face.

''Nah, I'm more of a George Gal''

'' And I'd be doing this for a Bula''

Megan huffed a laugh as she looked around the place

''Well robbery wasn't a motive'' She said pointing to Mr. Jones' beautiful sound system ''but someone was definitely looking for something''

''Someone must have heard something'' Greg told her

''I'll ask the neighbours'' Megan offered and went out of the apartment and went to the next apartment on the right.

''Las Vegas Crime Lab'' She knocked the door had not been well shut and it opened with Megan's knock. ''Anyone home? '' Megan asked as she opened the door wider ''Criminalis...tics…Woh! '' The whole apartment was green. Weed hung from the ceiling and covered every bit of the living room floor.

''Greg? ''

''Yah''

''What do you know about gardening? ''

''Nothing, why? ''

''Because the neighbours certainly know something''

Greg joined Megan and his eyes went wide when he saw what she saw

''Well I guess we know what paid the landlord's vacation. There must be, what, a couple of thousands of dollars worth of stuff here''

''Shut your mouth Greg, you're likely to start drooling. I found it I get to process'' She said going back to the other apartment to get her kit and brought Greg with her.

Greg started to process his apartment again and Megan went to the neighbours. After taking photos of the entry and bagging some for evidence, she carefully stepped forward, trying her best to step between the potted plants. She walked down the corridor that led to the bathroom and bedroom, she started with the bedroom. She took pictures and than put her camera away. Megan looked over the dresser and found two jet black hairs, reaching into her kit she grabbed her tweezers and put them into an evidence bag. Putting the bag back into her kit she heard faint footsteps behind her.

''Greg, if you're trying to spook me, you failed'' She said not even bothering to turn around. At that moment a hand covered her mouth and something cold was pushed onto her neck. Megan knew that it was the cold muzzle of a gun.