Diclaimer: I dont own CSI or the characters ( if I did sofia would be gone by now)

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The Clark County morgue is in if about thirteen placed in Las Vegas you don't want to be at one o'clock in the morning.

" I hate graveyard!" Cory Reyner said as himself and another morgue assitant, Ryan Parker, loaded a body into cold storage.

Cory hated his job, but he only had to work at he morgue until summer break was over. The job was given to him by his father, one of the county's highest ranked medical examiners.

"Well you could quit, unless your scared of daddy dearest." Ryan said.

" Yeah right, like I'm scared of him."

" Then just quit. I'm pretty sure these stiff aren't going to miss you."

" Yeah, well, I don't want to break daddy dearest's heart." Cory said and they both laughed.

" Bet thats never goin' happen!" said Ryan.

" Hey man, let's get somethin' to eat, I'm buyin'."

" Alright. Long as your payin', I'm in."

" I know this really great diner off the strip."

" Are they open this late?" Ryan asked as they headed for the parking lot.

" Yeah, I was there last night. I had this really good cheeseburger. Hey, I think they even have thoses choclate milkshaked you like." Cory replied and unlocked his car.

" Dude, I still can't believe you your dad bought you a Mustang. He is so awesome!"

" Hey, maybe you would actually own a car if you got a grades higher than a D."

" Again, I have B's and C's. It's just my dad thinks seventeen is too young for a car. You aske me, he's just too cheap to buy me one."

Both teens got in the car and pulled out of the parking lot. Cory was almost to the exit for The Strip when he realized he needed fuel. He sure didn't want stranded on Flamingo the entire night.

" We got to pull over, I'm running low on gas." Cory said, pulling into a Citgo.

" Whatever, I need to go to the bathroom anyway." Ryan said, then added, " Now don't leave without me." in a sarcastic tone.

Ryan walked into the station and headed for the restroom but not before stealing a Milkyway while the attendant wasn't watching. Ryan was about to open a stall when he felt a sharp pain hit his upper back. He stood in place for a few seconds trying to figure out what it was, then felt it again, then three more times. Ryan fell to the floor in pain. Ryan saw his attacker, knife in hand. They were tall, dressed in all black, including a ski mask. Through the slit of the mask, Ryan saw an evil smirk play on their lips. He was ready to scream for help when the knife came down on his throat. Before he blacked out, Ryan could feel the blood, his blood, pull beneath his own body.

Cory entered the building to pay for his fill-up.

" What is taking him so long?" he said to himself as he approached the attendant.

" Did you see a tall guy with blond hair go into the restrooms?" he asked the attractive brunette.

" Yeah, about five minutes ago." she said politly.

" Thanks." Cory said and headed for the mens restroom. He entered and slipped in something wet before he opened the door entirely. The lights were off, which he found weird if someone had just gone in there. He flipped the switch and to his horror, he found Ryan on the floor surrouned by blood. " My God, Ryan!" he yelled to the girl at the counter, " call nine one-one!"

Cory rushed over to his friends side and checked for a pulse like he'd learned in health class before school ended for the year. He could barely detect one.

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Expect chapter two soon!