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FYI: Sequel to my last story, Pictures Don't Lie. In case you haven't read it Jack is Danny's son. It takes lace about two years after pictures, which makes Jack about 12. The Shining and also the CSI novel, Cold Burn, inspired this story.

Snowed Inn

Jack stared out his window, watching the tress go by. He had been sitting in the car for hours. His dog, Beowulf, barked at a Pit Bull in a passing car. Jack sighed and pulled him away from the window. "How much longer till we get?"

"We should be at the conference in about an hour. We'll get there ahead of the storm, as long your dad doesn't get lost." Lindsay answered.

"We're not gonna get lost again, Montana. I'm following Mac and Don remember? As long as Mac's driving, we'll be fine." Danny was annoyed she had brought that up. It wasn't his fault Flack drove like a lunatic, especially if someone was trying to follow him.

They were headed for a conference at a resort a about four hours away from the city. The group had left early to get ahead of a snowstorm. Danny had tried to follow Don, but Flack drove like a crazy person. After they found each other again, Mac decided to drive. They were expecting to meet CSIs from all over the country, if the impending storm didn't cancel the event.

They were pulling into the parking lot of an upscale mountain resort a few hours later.

"Nice place," Danny commented as the got out of the silver SUVs. It was starting to snow, so they hurried inside. They recognized a tall, red haired man sitting in the hotel lobby, although they didn't know the guy who was with him.

"Hello, Horatio." Mac greeted him. "Looks like you're here a little early."

"I hate driving in the snow. By the way, this is one of my best CSIs, Eric Delko.

"Hi." Eric smiled.

"Anyone else here yet?" Mac wondered.

"A couple of people from Las Vegas, including Dr. Gilbert Grissom, Catherine Willows, her daughter, and Greg Sanders. Don't think they're used to a lot of snow, either. Catherine said something about beating the blizzard."

The CSIs continued to talk for a bit, then Mac's team went to check in. "Do you two mind sharing a room?" He asked Danny and Lindsay.

"Not really."

"Good." Mac passed out the room keys. Jack would be in the next room with Don, and Mac had the single room across the hall. They quickly put their bag and the CSI kits in their rooms for the time being. They ran in to the Las Vegas team on their way to the rooms. Mac quickly introduced his team.

"Hello. We're the locals here. This is Don Flack, Lindsay Monroe, Danny Messer, and his son Jack, along with Wolfy. My name is Mac Taylor."

"Hi, I'm Dr. Grissom. These are Catherine Willows, her daughter, whose is also Lindsey. That's Greg Sanders, and these are my racing cockroaches. He held up a jar that held several of the critters inside.

"Err." Mac didn't know how to answer that. Luckily, Catherine changed the subject. "Hell of a storm out there, huh?"

"Yeah. I wouldn't be surprised if they called off the conference. Mac answered her.

"If doesn't stop soon, we'll still be stuck here all weekend." Greg knew the mountain roads would be closed soon, if they weren't already. Mac and Catherine found themselves chatting like old friends. Danny and Greg were discussing how much they hated being put on dumpster duty, and Lindsay was telling Grissom about the exotic take out Danny had brought to the lab.

A/N: This story is going to be a sequel to Pictures Don't Lie. If you read the Epilogue, I'm trying to expand on that idea. This is also first crossover story, so please be nice. Also, any reviews would be helpful (hint) Thanks a lot.