Cassandra - Thanks for another fantastic review! It was Sofia who made the call. I do have plans for H to turn up, but much later on, and not under particularly happy circumstances :s

Nick and Catherine had left the AV lab and gone to one of the evidence rooms. Laid out on the table was everything that they had found at the crime scene: the Styrofoam cup, a tire print, a foot print and the clothes the vic had been wearing.

Nick was busy trying to lift any fibres or any other form of trace off the clothes, whilst Catherine was sat at the computer running both sets of prints.

'Well, the tire prints match to a Bridgestone Potenza RE040, which is a tire found commonly on the Jaguar XK. The new girl knows her cars.' Catherine told Nick.

'That's good. Anything on the shoe prints?'

'Other than them being a size eleven, nothing. There's not enough detail for the computer to make a positive match. Are you getting anything off the clothes?'

'No. Just dirt consistent with the dirt we found him in. No hairs, no transfer – nothing.'

Catherine turned back to the computer. 'Well, I'm going to check with the DMV. See how many Jags there are registered in the area. There can't be that many; it's a new model.'

'Hey, Cath?'

'Yeah?'

'Can I asked you a question?' Nick asked her, placing his equipment down on the table.

'Sure, Nicky. What's up?' She got up and wandered over to the table, so they were stood opposite.

'Have you noticed anything different with Sara?'

'No, why?'

'Well, she seems to be playing a lot of pranks on the new girl, from what I can establish.'

'It's a newbie initiation thing. Nothing to be worried about. I'm surprised Greg hasn't played one yet.'

'He's already seen her in her underwear, and witnessed her say something to Grissom he's been trying to get away with for years. I think he'd too distracted.'

'Do I want to know?' Asked Catherine, a grin on her face.

Nick shook his head, 'Sara didn't tell Cheryl we have unisex locker rooms.'

'That's not a bad prank.'

Nick shook his head again, 'I don't know. Something doesn't feel right. It's not the only one she's pulled, but it doesn't feel like she did it for an initiation.' He sighed, 'it seemed more vindictive, somehow.'

'Like she has a thing against Cheryl?'

'Yeah.'

'Sara isn't exactly the warmest and friendliest of people, Nick. You need to get to know her before she opens up, and even then, that's limited. You know that. And she doesn't hold grudges for no reason.'

'This coming from the woman who had a huge blow-out with her, not that long ago?'

'Okay, so she does hold grudges. But I can't see what Cheryl could have done. She hasn't finished her first shift yet. I think you're just over analysing the situation, Nick.'

'Yeah, maybe you're right.' He picked up a new piece of tape and made to continue with lifting the jeans in front of him.

'Why are you so concerned, anyway?' Catherine asked him.

Nick shrugged, 'I don't know. I guess I'm a little worried, that's all.'

'About Sara, or about Cheryl?'

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Warrick was still sat at the computer a short time later, when Grissom walked back into the lab. 'Have you found anything on those prints?' He asked him.

'Yeah. The computer just hit a match. They're Air Jordan XXI's.' Warrick told him.

Grissom looked blankly at him.

'They're the latest from Nike.'

Grissom continued to stare blankly.

'Retailed at around $175? Collector's item? Kids wait for days in advance to get their hands on them, camping out on the streets?'

Grissom still looked blank.

'Sneakers, Gris.' Warrick tried.

'Why would someone camp out for a pair of sneakers?'

Warrick rolled his eyes at his style-lacking mentor. 'For fashion. To be cool.' He shook his head.

'Any ideas on a link between these,' Grissom peered at the computer monitor, 'these Jordans and the laytex?'

Warrick sighed, 'someone who's on their feet all day – someone in the medical profession, perhaps. But someone who is probably no older than thirty and someone who thinks style is important.'

Grissom nodded. 'Good.' He turned and left, barely acknowledging Detective Vartann, who had appeared in the doorway.

'Where's he off to?' Asked Vartann, watching Grissom walk down the corridor.

'I suspect to check on those bugs we found at the crime scene.'

'So, I did a little digging on the owner of the house. Sailes has a brother-in-law, Glenn Crane, from what I can gather. And unlike Sailes, his body is currently here in Vegas.' Vartann handed over a sheet of paper.

'His body?' Asked Warrick.

'Yeah, he was found dead on the strip earlier.'

'Great. Who's working that case?'

'Detective Brass.'

Warrick smiled, 'that means Nick and Catherine are investigating.'

'That put a smile on your face.' Said Vartann.

'Yeah, because we have nothing to go on here.' Warrick told him. He gathered up all of the papers in front of him, and headed off to locate the other two CSIs.

On his way, he made a quick stop in DNA, collecting some papers off Simon before leaving to continue his search. Finding them wasn't hard. They were in one of the evidence rooms, one either side of the enormous table which dominated the room.

'About Sara, or about Cheryl?' Catherine was saying.

'About Sara, or about Cheryl, what?' Warrick asked them, as he joined Catherine side.

'Oh, we were just discussing initiation pranks,' said Nick, 'what's up 'Rick?'

'I think I may have a lead on your case.'

'Your case that boring, you decided to crash ours?'

Warrick smiled at him, 'No, Nicky-boy. I think we may be working the same case. I just called into DNA. The results were ready for your John Doe. Only he's not a John Doe. His name is Glenn Crane.'

'And how does this connect our case to yours?' Catherine asked him.

'The owner of the house we were processing, is one, Joe Sailes. Now, he's out of the country right now, but he's left the house to his sister to sell for him, and his sister was married to Crane.'

"Our vic was killed where we found him. There was no evidence of a body dump at all.' Said Nick

'Now, maybe that's a coincidence, but, the house also had evidence of a dead body in it, and whilst the DNA doesn't match Crane, in my book, that's motive.'

'Hey, guys?' The three CSIs looked up and over to the door. Bobby was stood there. 'Which of you is working the body who was shot?'

'Gun shot victim? That's Sara's case,' said Nick.

'No, I had a bullet sent up from the morgue. It was found in the body from near McDonalds.'

'That victim was shot, Bobby, but it was a through-and-through.' Catherine told him.

'David sent it up. Said it was your case.'

Catherine and Nick looked at each other. 'Did David say anything to you about a second GSW to the vic?'

'Not to me,' said Catherine.

'Bobby, you hang on to the bullet. We're going to see David and see what's going on.'

'Alright,' he shrugged. 'I'll be in my lab when you're ready.' He told them, before leaving.

'Come on, let's sort this out,' said Catherine, and walked out the door, the two men right behind her.

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'Hey guys,' greeted Sofia, as she joined Greg and Cheryl as they got out of the truck.

'Does she usually go on ahead?' Cheryl asked them, as she watched Sara storm off into the building ahead of them.

'It's not unusual,' muttered Sofia.

Cheryl shook her head, but refrained from saying anything, instead following Sofia and Greg into the building.

'So how are you finding things?' Sofia asked her.

'It's not too bad, actually.' She glanced over at the sun that was beginning to peak its way over the horizon. 'Makes a nice change to be still up when the sun is, rather thangetting up now.'

'You prefer the graveyard shift?'

'Oh yeah. I'm really not a morning person.'

The three of them entered the building to find that Sara had already started questioning the owner.

'Yes, ma'am. I appreciate that, but I can't do that until my boss gets here. All that kind of information is locked away in his computer, and I don't have access to that.' The woman behind the counter was telling her.

'Well when will he get here?' Sara asked back impatiently.

'He's not usually here until around lunch time.'

'Look, a man is dead here. Can't you understand that?'

Cheryl bit her lip and stepped forward. 'Morning, ma'am. I'm Detective Carter. I'm here with the Crime Lab too.'

The harassed looking woman turned her attention from Sara, 'hi. Look, I'll tell you, what I told her. All details about customers are in my boss' computer. And I just don't have access to that.'

'I appreciate that, but we have a body back at the morgue with no ID, other than some platinum teeth with diamonds in, and somewhere, someone is going to be worrying about that person.'

The woman sighed, 'the diamonds were set into teeth?'

'Yes, why? Do you know anything that could help us?'

'Normally, the when the diamonds are sold, we set them ourselves. It's a special service we offer. But we have one customer who buys them straight up. I don't know his name, but he owns a surgery called King of Bling Dental Work.'

Greg glanced down at the list in his hand, 'it's here,' he told his companions. Cheryl and Sofia nodded. Sara, on the other hand, walked past them and out of the door. The three blondes shared a look, before thanking the woman and leaving themselves.

'I'm going to go back the station,' said Sofia. 'Let me know how things go.'

'We may as well head back and have a break,' said Greg as Sofia left them. 'Something tells me that this surgery isn't twenty-four hours.' He headed around to the other side of the car and got in.

Cheryl reached to open her door, but Sara, who had been stood waiting, but her hand on the door and stopped her. 'Don't ever do that again.'

Cheryl frowned at her, 'I'm sorry?'

'Undermine me like that in front of someone.'

'Sorry, but your tactic didn't seem to be working.'

'That's not the point. Don't do it again.' She took her hand off the door and got in herself.

Cheryl shut her eyes and took a breath. It was definitely turning out to be an interesting shift. She got in the back, and, ignoring the curious look Greg was sending her way, stared out of the window, trying to drink in the new city.

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'Whenever I have to perform a biopsy on a liver,' Said Doctor Albert Robbins, Chief Medical Examiner, as he pulled a man's liver out of his body and placed it on a weighing scale, 'I always find myself wanting a nice big plate of liver and onions.'

David blanched, 'you really scare me, sometimes,' he managed to mutter.

'Yes,' continued Robbins, not noticing what David had just told him, 'a nice, tender piece of liver, caramelised onions, plenty of gravy, some-'

David was spared more details by Catherine, Warrick and Nick walking into the lab. 'Hey guys,' said Warrick, he looked at David, 'are you alright, David? You look a little green.'

'Are we interrupting something?' Nick asked them.

'I was just discussing supper,' said Robbins, removing the liver from the scales and putting it to one side.

Nick looked from the David, to the liver, and back to David again, 'I really don't want to know.'

'David,' said Catherine, 'we've just seen Bobby. He said you sent him a bullet from our body.'

David nodded.

'But I thought you said it was a through-and-through,' said Nick.

'There were two bullets.' Explained David. 'He was shot twice, in the same place. The first exited him, the second hit a bone and got lodged in it.'

'So the bullet was from our body,' said Nick, 'Thanks David.'

'Yeah, we'll go see what Bobby has for us,' said Warrick, looking back at the liver, 'we'll leave you two to your supper.' David looked at the liver, any remaining colour in his face leaving him.

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Cheryl got out of the Yukon and followed the two other CSI's into the building, as she glanced around the parking lot. The area was looking pretty in the morning light. Perhaps Vegas would work out. She looked over to her Hummer, making a mental note to call about her furniture, but froze, midway through the thought. Her Hummer, or the Skyline, weren't where she left them.

'Cheryl? You've gone white. Are you alright?' Greg was asking her from the doorway where he was stood holding it open for her.

'M…my… my cars. They've gone,' she spluttered. 'My things are in there.'

'It's alright, we'll find them,' he told her, walking over to her side.

'No, you don't understand. They have special GPS tracking devices in them. And there are only two computers with that data on them. One is the Hummer's computer, and the other is my desktop which is in the back of the Hummer.'

Greg placed his hands on her shoulder, 'you're working with me,' he told her, 'I'm good at finding things – it's my job. Besides, this parking lot has CCTV all over it. We'll just go inside and look at the tapes.'

Cheryl nodded, 'yeah, that would be the obvious thing to do,' she muttered, going bright red, 'sorry, I panicked.'

Greg grinned, 'don't worry about it. Come on, lets go tell Sara.'

Cheryl pulled a face, but followed him into the still busy building. The found Sara at the reception desk picking up some messages, and told her what had happened. Sara, although trying unsuccessfully to hide a smile, told them to take as long as they needed, and the two headed to the security office, where they picked up the tapes, before heading to the now vacant AV lab.

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