Gil knew it was going to be a long night as soon as he saw the DNA lab – missing 'his' lab tech. He rolled his eyes, must be Greg's night off which at least meant no loud music, but it also meant no expensive coffee, no comic deviation and a lab tech who was little more then a machine who pushed buttons and even then got it wrong. He heard a groan behind him and turned.

"Greg's night off? Great I'm still working that rape and this guy just won't look beyond the obvious," Catherine moaned. Grissom raised an eyebrow; well at least he wasn't the only one who was going to be in a snit. He went to his office and picked up the calls that had already arrived and headed into the briefing room.

"Ok Nicky, Sara you got a 419 out on 43rd, Catherine you're still working the 426, Warrick DB off the Strip…"

"Hold on Gil," Brass said standing in the doorframe, "we've got a major situation out at one of the casinos – someone had it in for the band we've got four dead, six injured and someone with a lot of power making noises at the mayor already," he continued looking both stressed and pissed. Gil nodded and turned to the team.

"Let's go then," he led the way out the building ignoring the grumbling coming from Catherine at being pulled from an active case.

The scene was chaos from the outside in, reporters and news crews had already gathered like vultures and were broadcastings rumours as they had few facts at the present time. Inside casino security was backing up the police but they were still having trouble keeping the onlookers at bay. When Grissom and the others arrived they had to show their badges six times just to get in the front doors. The manager greeted them and took them down to the green room. The paramedics were still trying to remove the injured without completely destroying the scene. Gil saw a flash out the corner of his eyes, Sara was already taking prelim shots; he nodded his approval.

"Oh my God…" at Nick's startled statement he turned back and froze. He watched the paramedics lift a badly beaten, but still just about recognisable Greg Sanders onto a gurney.

"Greg…?" Warrick whispered in shock, Greg opened his eyes and looked at them, he tried to remove the O2 mask but the paramedic stopped him. Instead he shakily reached out a hand towards them. Catherine grasped it immediately and smiled down at him, she saw how this one gesture made him relax and accept the help.

"I'm going with Greg," she announced leaving no one in doubt that this was not up for negotiation; she glared at Gil, daring him to contradict her. He didn't he just nodded.

"Talk to the other vics, see who saw what and begin processing them," he said quietly before turning back to the lab tech.

"You'll be okay, Greg, I promise we will find out who did this," he assured him. The stretcher was carted off before anyone could say anything else. Gil looked fiercely at the rest of his team.

"This is the only crime in Vegas tonight. I want some good news to give Greg by the time we clock off tomorrow understood?" he got nods and looks of determination from every member and they went to work with more motivation then he had seen in a long time, documenting and cataloguing every single piece of evidence. Gil turned to Brass, who was still processing what he had happened.

"I think I want to talk to the band manager first," he said shortly. Jim nodded and led him out. They came to an office behind the stage; inside sat a middle aged man with a receding hairline and eyebrows that looked like two hairy caterpillars had taken residence on his face. He was clinging to a cup of tea as though it contained the answer to the meaning of life. Brass opened the door and the guy looked up listlessly.

"Mr Reynolds? I'm Captain Brass LVPD and this is Gil Grissom of the Las Vegas Crime Lab, we would like to ask you a few questions about what happened here tonight if that's okay?" the tone of his voice implying that they were going to ask them whether it was ok or not.

"Huh? What? Oh, sure…" Reynolds seemed to be a little slow and barely functioning.

"You're the managed of NI3 correct?" Brass asked, Gil raised an eyebrow in response to the bands name.

"Yeah, my God this is awful, I can't believe it…" he babbled, Gil cut him off.

"I understand that the band was having some sort of unofficial party when this transpired, correct?" Reynolds shook his head as though to clear his thoughts.

"Yeah, Aris is always hyped when she gets off stage, twice as bad if they go down like a storm as they did tonight. I normally attend, try and keep her inline but there was a scout in the crowd tonight – he was talking about a record deal, going big time just based on this one show. We were discussing the deal – you see the guy playing lead guitar and male vocals tonight isn't a regular, J was sick…"

"Right so what you're saying is that you were talking shop in here and weren't in the room when it hit the fan?" Brass clarified trying to get back on topic. Reynolds swallowed hard

"First I knew of it was gunfire, we tried to get in but the doors had been barricaded – we cleared it as fast as we could but… but it was already too late" he sounded like he was going to break down by the end.

"Who's Aris?" Gil asked trying to keep the guy together

"Aris? Arissa Sanders – she's the lead singer"

"Did you say 'Sanders'?"

"Yeah, it's actually Sanders-Hampton but she hates the double barrel," he snorted, remembering one of her quirks. "She and Katy – our bassist are sisters, it was their brother who filled in tonight. I don't know his real name; they just called him 'Gecko'…" This time Reynolds did break down, crying into his hands.

"Michael's going to kill me," as he continued to weep it became clear to them that they weren't going to be able to get any more out of him so they left. Outside Brass turned to one of the security officers wearing an NI3 band top.

"We're going to need a list of everyone who was in that room," he told the guard

"Yes, Sir," was the clipped response and then he disappeared, presumably to get the list.

"Well at least that solves the mystery of what Greg was doing here…" Brass muttered making a note; he paused halfway through and frowned.

"Did you know he had sisters?" Brass asked Gil, Grissom shrugged and shook his head. "Kind of strange don't you think? The guy never shuts up," Brass stated, Gil thought back over all the conversations he'd had with the lab tech and frowned.

"In all honesty the only member of his family I remember him mentioning was his Grandfather, and I was the one to bring that up," the more Gil though about it the stranger it seemed. The security guard chose that moment to return, forcing Gil to push those thoughts to the back burner for the moment. The guard handed him a list and a handful of DVDs.

"Here's the list of the band; I don't know if these are of any help but it's the raw footage that was shot tonight at the concert – they were going to make a DVD of it." Gil nodded his thanks to the guard and turned his attention to the list. It seemed to be some sort of promotional pamphlet, which explained how he'd obtained it so fast. Each band member was pictured by their name with a short biography next to it. Gil flicked through and found that there was a cross through Johnny Lloyd's entry and a picture of Greg was in its place although the pamphlet announced him as 'Gecko'.

"Well, this will make the ID's easier," Gil said turning back to the first page. He looked at the picture of the female lead singer, and immediately saw the family resemblance, even through the extensive piercings and bleach-blonde hair, the ends of which were dyed every colour of the rainbow. She had big brown eyes which he was used to seeing in the lab, but what really gave her away was, aside from the outlandish sense of 'style' was her cheeky smile. He skipped down a couple of entries until he came to the bassist. Gil frowned, here the family resemblance was not as obvious, the face looking back at him was older then Greg, she had long brown hair and her eyes were green not brown, and compared to the rest of the photos she looked relatively normal. Brass looked over his shoulder at the pamphlet.

"Looks like the Adam's family portraits…" he muttered. Gil looked at him.

"Is that including or excluding my lab tech?" he asked lightly, Brass shrugged.

"Whichever you prefer,"

With thanks again to my beta and finder of typo's spelling mistakes and all that jazz; The Missing Fairy!