A/N: This fanfiction is going to be crazy, you've been warned. It's a crossover between CSI, Las Vegas, and Crossing Jordan. Pairings: GSR, Cath/Warrick, Jordan/Woody, Bug/Lily, Sam/Danny, that's it, but it will feature everyone else like Greg and Nick, Garret and Nigel of course! PS: I don't even watch Las Vegas very much haha I've only seen it a few times, but my sister suggested that I use it to connect CSI and CJ cuz I really wanted to do a crossover one haha and yeah, so sister, Ali, will be helping me with the Las Vegas part haha. And of course if anyone thought I owned them, I DON'T!
"Jordan!" She turned the corner as fast as she could, but it was no use, he saw her. "Trying to run away again, I see?" Her boss, and close friend, Garret Macy smiled as he finally caught up to her.
"Whatever it is, I didn't do it." She smirked, trying to push past him, but he caught her arm and she sighed, giving up on the escape plan, and started thinking of excuses.
"It's not what you did; it's what you're going to do." He told her, making her confused.
"You've lost me." She replied, tuning out his voice and looking over his shoulder to where Bug was going into autopsy. He smirked at her before disappearing into Autopsy one.
"Anyway, you remember the Jenson case, correct?" He asked and she snapped back into reality. "Jordan, were you listening?"
"Jenson case, right." She nodded, pretending she had been.
"Well, there's another body." He informed her.
"Thanks for telling me, I'll check out it out right after…" She started before being cut off.
"That might be hard considering not all of the bodies involved are still in Boston." He smirked.
"Ugh, do we have to deal with this today?" She whined, feeling a headache starting near the base of her neck.
"Yes." He nodded, "We do need to deal with this today before they get anywhere else, now since this is your case, I'm sending you, but you have to behave, and try to keep it a little calmer than last time."
"Wait, wait wait." She cut him off, "Sending me where? And last time?"
"Las Vegas." Garret answered.
"Oh," Jordan replied, remembering the last time she'd gone to Vegas with Woody to see Danny McCoy and Sam Marquez, chuckling at the memory of taking out those guys who were planning on assonating the Chinese ambassador with a kitchen paddle with Danny. Good times there in Vegas.
"And ironically, the guys we think have the body are wanted for a robbery down there, any guesses as to where?" Garret joked.
"Well, if it's any pattern to the last two times I've been to Vegas… the Montecito?" Jordan didn't expect to be right, because that would be too ironic.
"Yeah." Garret nodded, much to Jordan's surprise, "I guess the criminals of Las Vegas and Boston like to give you guys a reunion ever once in a while, huh?"
"I guess so." Jordan shook her head, still marveling at the irony.
"Am I going solo?" Jordan asked before Garret walked away.
"Uh, no. This is a big case; we're not sure how many bodies yet actually, and the press is really into it. You're taking Nigel, and Woody's taking you two."
"Thanks." Jordan walked quickly into the break room and collapsed on the couch. This could prove to be very entertaining, Nigel, Woody and I going to visit Danny and Sam at the Montecito in Vegas, let the fun begin.
"You've never had the pleasure of escorting Jordan and I on one of our fun little trips have you Nigel?" Woody asked as they grabbed their suitcases out of Garret's car. Garret and Lily had driven them to the airport and they were running a bit behind.
"Maybe he'll keep you out of trouble." Garret suggested.
"Oh I doubt it." Jordan added in, throwing a smirk Garret's way and making Lily laugh.
"Well try not to get in too much trouble." Lily advised.
"Trust me- I do not want to go through that whole electrocution experience again." Woody shuddered at the memory of being 'kidnapped' and electrocuted by a crazy man who thought he'd been an alien.
"That was LA Woody, relax." Jordan laughed, "This is Vegas, man, everything's so much weirder than that."
"Funny, I should be scared, yet somehow, I'm not." Nigel shook his head.
"You just know us too well." Jordan gave him a friendly push before slamming the trunk shut.
"I think we're good to go." Woody said to no one in particular. He waved goodbye to Garret who waved back, and to Lily, who was hugging Jordan.
"See you later!" Jordan called as she and Nigel followed Woody into the airport.
"Be safe!" Lily called back before getting back in the car with Garret and driving off. She worried about her friends when they were in Vegas because they, especially Jordan, had quite a knack for getting into very dangerous, life threatening situations, but Jordan also had a knack for getting out of them… so she guessed it all evened out in the end.
"Let's just quickly go over the case before we land." Woody suggested. They had about a half hour before they would be landing in Vegas, so it was now or never to go over their notes.
"Okay," Jordan stepped into the isle and reached up, grabbing the bag she had stowed away in the overhead compartment and getting out a folder. Sitting back down and opening it up, she summarized, "Jenson Case. Karen Jenson, 39, one shot to the back of the head, died instantly but has an additional shot to the abdominal with a .45 caliber gun which matches an unsolved carjacking gone bad last year. Mark Jenson, 42, shot three times in the chest, bled out. There was another pool of blood not matching either of our victims, but a Mr. Tony Lawrence who resides in Las Vegas and has to be dead with that much blood lost."
"Three suspects, two from Boston, one from Vegas. Peter Robinson, 34, unemployed, owns a .45 caliber and we haven't been able to find him. Jack Richardson, 41, owns a local coffee shop, was brought in for questioning but was soon after released, didn't have enough to hold him. He claims he was friends with the deceased, often gets bloody noses and that's how a bit of his blood got onto their couch. And our third suspect, the one from Vegas, Nathan Hanson, 28, found his fingerprints at the scene of the crime; he's friends with the Jenson's son Andrew who has been ruled out as a suspect because he has an airtight alibi for the whole day his parents were killed. Nathan is a grade seven teacher at one of Vegas's public schools." Woody brought them up to date on his part of the work. "Got anything to add Nigel?"
"No, I'd say you two summed it up quite nicely actually. I'm not sure why I'm even here to tell you the truth, I'm sure you'd get along fine without me." He laughed.
"Ah, it's good to have you around Nigel; you never know when one of your many weird facts might be to our use." Jordan pointed out jokingly.
"Glad to know I'm your walking encyclopedia." Nigel shook his head with a smile. The pilot announced they'd soon be landing, and requested they put their seatbelts on, a suggestion with which they complied.
"Vegas, here we come." Woody muttered, not exactly looking forward to seeing Danny, because he just really didn't like the guy, and Sam, because the last time they'd been in Vegas, he'd had a one night stand with her, and well, it might just be the tiniest bit awkward.
"Again." Jordan added before the plane landed.
"Jordan! Woody!" They heard Danny McCoy's voice call as soon as they entered the casino.
"Hey Danny." Jordan smiled warmly at her friend, but Woody just glared at him suspiciously. He just didn't like the guy. "I don't know if you remember Nigel,"
"Sort of, but anyways, I'm Danny." Danny shook Nigel's hand.
"Hey." Nigel nodded with a friendly smile, which made Danny sigh in relief. He knew that Woody didn't like him very much, if at all, and he was relieved that Nigel seemed more easy going. He pegged Woody not liking him as something in between territorial cop who didn't like having to share his cases with some security guard from Vegas, and territorial guy who didn't like Jordan working with other men he didn't know and trust.
"Hey guys!" Sam Marquez approached Danny and their visitors from Boston, "What's up?"
"Hey," Jordan smiled warmly at her.
"Hi." Woody mumbled incoherently, obviously not quite over what happened last time they were together.
"I'm Nigel." The unfamiliar man introduced himself with a smile.
"Sam." She replied. "Danny, they need you up in the security office." She told him, giving him a quick kiss before walking off.
"You and Sam…" Woody trailed off.
"Uh, yeah." Danny answered with an embarrassed smile.
"Congratulations!" Jordan patted him on the back.
"Thanks." Danny laughed at Jordan's unchanged attitude. "So any plans on how you're going to take out the bad guys this time Jordan?" He teased.
"Ah, no. I just like to go with the flow." Jordan teased back.
"Yeah, well that paddle did work out nicely for you." He remembered.
"I'd say." Jordan laughed.
"So Danny," Woody started, "What do you got on our Vegas guy?"
"Dead or alive?" Danny questioned.
"Either." Woody answered.
"Let's go upstairs to talk about it, Jordan, Nigel, you guys have your rooms booked, we'll call you later okay?" Danny called over his shoulder.
"Sure." Jordan called back. "Come on Nige, let's go do some detective work of our own."
"Can't we just… take a nap?" Nigel suggested as Jordan dragged him off, "Read a book?"
A/N: Okay, so that was all Crossing Jordan and a bit of Las Vegas in there. Tell me what you think, I know I'm having a lot of fun with this one so far, and it'll only get better once I get CSI in here. Haha