Daynaa - thank you for reviewing! No, Sara had nothing to do with the cars - I hadn't even thought of that. Besides, I think that if Cheryl found out it was her doing, she'd probably run her over! As for her problem with Cheryl, it will all be explained soon!

Cassandra - Thank you, again, for another wonderful review. I share your view on Sara, which is why I'm not finding it to hard to write her as unpleasant. H's appearence-well, no, my imagination has been working over time and there's going to be a few more parts written before he turns up, but don't worry, he's not going to forget about his shades too soon!

'You were right,' said Nick, as he, Catherine and Warrick found Bobby, peering into a microscope in the ballistics lab.

Booby looked up and nodded. 'I've been running the bullet through IBIS. So far, nothing there.'

'But?'

'But, I do have a match.'

Catherine frowned, 'what do you mean?' Bobby indicated to two microscopes which were set up further down the work bench. Catherine walked over to them and peered into each. 'We have a matching pair.'

'The one on the left is the one David sent me. The one on the right was brought in by Sara, earlier.'

'Are we all working the same case?' Asked Warrick.

Nick shrugged, 'it's beginning to seem that way.'

'Well, there's only one way to find out,' said Catherine, 'come on. Let's go compare notes.'

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After being left by Greg and Cheryl, Sara had sat herself down at a computer in one of the lesser known labs. Cheryl having 'misplaced' her car was nothing short of great news – it meant that she had had some time to do her researching… and it was also extremely amusing at the same time.

She had logged onto the employee records – Grissom had left his post-it of passwords out one day, and she had spotted it - Philaenus spumarius. Which, when she'd asked him what it was, was not surprised to find it was an insect.

'It's one of the insect world's greatest secrets – a flea-like creature which hides in a glob of spit, whilst it sucks the juices from a plant – a froghopper.' Grissom had told her. 'What would be more appropriate than an insect secret to be my secret keeper?'

Yeah, that was something typically Grissom. Of course, he had followed that with, 'Of course, it may as well be Sara Sidle, for the amount of secrets you have locked up in you.'

The records hadn't given her much to go on, as the information hadn't been transferred over. That was assuming there was information to be sent over. When she'd Google'd the girl, there was no record of her coming up until seven years ago, which according to an article in the New York Times, was also, coincidentally, when another officer, with the same name, had been shot and killed. and when she's done a search of Cambridge University's records, the only Cheryl Carter they had was due to graduate the following year.

Taking this information on board, Sara had done a search of Cheryl's financial records. And there was something there which didn't add up. Literally. Cheryl's expenditure included three, expensive cars, there was rent still being paid on an apartment in Miami, there was evidence of money being spent on a monthly basis in New York, and when she followed up with that lead, discovered that Cheryl had an apartment in Manhattan valued at a few million dollars. Then there was the house here in Vegas she was buying. And that was before normal expenditures such as food and utilities. So who was paying for all this?

After finding this out, Sara had called the Miami Dade Crime Lab, and asked for all the records to be forwarded, on the pretence she was updating them here. The person on the other end of the phone had guessed that wasn't the case, but instead of hanging up, had promised to fax her everything they could find on Cheryl, on the condition Sara allowed them to do it without their name being mentioned. Well, whilst slightly suspicious, Sara told them that was fine. So they were going to call back later.

So Sara was now sat, staring at the screen, chewing at her lip, waiting.The thought of whether or not she was doing the right thing had crossed her mind, but after looking up this new girl, if there was even the slightest chance she was a fraud... well, she had to find out for the good of the team - and now, it seemed like she wasfinding out that she didn't exist.

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Within ten minutes of staring at the security footage, Cheryl and Greg had the answer to where Cheryl's car's had gone. It had been towed.

'Did you have your parking permit on display?' Asked Greg.

'Parking permit?'

'I guess that's the problem then. They'll be in police custody now, but they'll be safe. I'm surprised you haven't had a message.'

'I'm surprised they towed it. It had Miami Dade Crime Lab plastered all over it. Surely they couldn't have been that stupid that they didn't think that maybe the owner was at the very least, assisting on a case, but I guess that's why they're parking attendants.'

Greg frowned, 'I don't think all parking attendants are stupid. They might not be doing the same thing as we do, but that's no reason to insult them.'

'I wasn't generalising to all parking attendants. I was referring to the idiots, who towed my truck,' she pouted.

Greg shook his head, 'alright, I'll call the impound yard, see if I can get them to tow the truck back. With any luck, it will still be attached to the tow truck. You go speak to Grissom. See if you can get a parking permit off him.'

Cheryl nodded and left, and walked down the winding corridors until she found Grissom's office. Seeing the door open, she knocked and walked in. He wasn't there, and she was about to leave when something caught her eye. She wandered over to some shelves to find several dead animals pickling in jars, including a pig foetus.

The walls were littered with shelves, which in turn were littered with books and bugs. Cheryl peered up at one collection – a large display of centipedes and millipedes.

'Myriapods, from the arthropod family,' said a voice from behind.

'It's one ugly bug.'

'Insect,' corrected Grissom.

'Insect. Bug. Same difference.'

Grissom shook his head. 'All bugs are insects, but all insects are not bugs.' Seeing Cheryl's puzzled expression, he tried again, 'insects are in the class insecta, but bugs are part of the family, hemiptera.'

'Oh, I get it.' She looked back at the display. 'I don't mind insects, but anything with more than six legs is just scary. What do you need all those legs for anyway?' Said Cheryl.

Grissom smiled at her, 'you like insects?'

'No, I said I don't mind them. If I saw one in the house I wouldn't scream and panic, but at the same time, I wouldn't want to let it stay there.' A light bulb turned on in Cheryl's head, 'you're the bug man!'

Grissom smiled again, 'I prefer forensic entomologist, but yes, I am the bug man.' He placed a board down on his desk covered in flies.

'What's that?' Asked Cheryl, eyeing the board suspiciously.

'It's a board I created of the life cycle of the Sarcophagidae. It's one of the last flies that will come to a decomposing body.'

'As in sarcophagus?'

'Similar,' said Grissom, 'it's usually known as the flesh fly, because it eats the flesh.'

Cheryl grimaced, 'that is disgusting.'

'It's just helping nature along.'

'Spiders I can handle, but flies…'

'For most other people, it's the other way around.'

'Yeah, well, I don't like things buzzing around my head, and the majority of what do either bite or sting. Spiders kill them.'

'I can see the logic.'

'I don't like caterpillars, either.' Cheryl added, as an afterthought.

'Because they turn into moths and butterflies, which will then fly around you?'

'No. Actually, moths and butterflies are about the only flying insects I like.'

'So why don't you like caterpillars?'

'I did like them, but then, when I went to LSU, for a month of the year, they would just kamikaze off of trees and land all over me. It freaked me out,' she shuddered.

'Malacosoma disstria and the Hemileuca maia.'

Cheryl looked at him blankly, 'sorry, I only speak two languages: English, and American English.'

'The Forest Tent caterpillar, and the Buck Moth Caterpillar. Common in many parts of Louisiana.'

'Yeah, and they can stay there. They're just further proof that anything with more than six legs can't be trusted.' She moved slightly closer to the flies Grissom had put on his desk. 'So why do you have that?'

'We found some brain matter at our crime scene. Seeing as there is nothing else to go on, other than a possible disturbance at the location, I'm trying to determine if the insect I found can give us a better idea.' He held up a small pot with the bug he had collected in it.

'It's a maggot.' Said Cheryl. 'Surely you can't tell the difference between several species of maggot.'

'Not easily. That's why I kept one, and let several others evolve. When the maggots had gotten to a stage where I could identify them, I pulled out this board.'

'So how old is the brain matter?'

'There's a specific order in which insects arrive at a body.'

'Yeah, I know, small flies, then big flies, then beetles.'

Grissom smiled, 'not bad. Well, the beetles hadn't arrived, and this fellow is in the earliest stage, which means,' he continued, after seeing Cheryl's confused expression, 'that the disturbance noted in the house, was probably when the victim was killed. About three weeks ago.'

Cheryl slowly nodded her head, unable to think of anything suitable to respond to that.

Grissom frowned and looked at her, 'is there a reason why you came to see me?'

'Oh, yeah. Can I have a parking permit, please.' She paused, 'actually, can I have two?'

'Two? Has Greg eaten his again?'

'No,' snickered Cheryl, 'I just have two cars out there, and I don't want either of them getting towed again.'

Grissom walked around to his desk and pulled open his top draw. 'Ecklie gave me this earlier. It's your identification card,' he told her, as he handed it over, 'and here's some parking permits.'

Cheryl thanked Grissom and then walked outside to the parking lot. Greg had worked quickly. The cars were sat in the far corner, taking up about ten spaces again. Greg was stood in front of the Skyline, eyeing it up and down. 'What took you so long?' He asked her, as he noticed her come closer. 'Did Grissom decide to educate you on the wonders of bugs?'

'Something like that,' she told him, as she climbed into the Hummer, and hung the permit from the rear-view mirror.

'I'm not surprised.' He looked thoughtfully at the Skyline, again, 'Cheryl, can I ask you a question?'

Cheryl shrugged, 'alright.'

'Is that the same paint job as the car in 2 Fast 2 Furious?'

'Pretty much, yeah. It's not the same car though. I just liked the paint job.' She told him as she put the permit into that car.

'Why?'

'I like cars. And I like that film. It's loaded up pretty similar too. All I need is Paul Walker, and I'd be set.' She told him with a grin.

'You into street racing?'

'No, but I do have a speeding problem.' She told him, as they walked back into the building.

They hadn't gotten further than reception when Sara appeared. 'We should go to the dentists, she told them, shortly, before marching past them and outside.

Cheryl looked at Greg, who shrugged, 'come on.' The two walked back outside and into the sun.

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The dentist surgery was located in down town Las Vegas, in between an adult store, and a Blockbuster. 'Classy,' muttered Cheryl, to Greg, as they walked in.

'Welcome to Vegas,' he responded.

The reception was small and dark, but relatively clean. Sat behind a desk was a small woman, who was busy painting her nails a fire truck red.

'Excuse me, but we'd like to see the owner.' Said Sara, flashing her badge.

The woman looked up, and seeing the badge, put down the nail polish and went through the only other door in the room. A few minutes later, a tall black man came back out, looking the CSIs up and down. 'Can I help you?'

'Hi, my name's Sara Sidle. This is Greg Sanders and Cheryl Carter. We're with the Las Vegas Crime Lab.'

'Durrell Barnes. What can I help with you with?'

'Do you recognise these?' Asked Greg, holding up a picture of the platinum teeth.

Cheryl, who had, up until then, been stood staring, transfixed, at his red sneakers, looked up to watch his reaction.

'How did you get this?'

'We found a body. We've been trying to ID him. Do you recognise it.'

'I should. I only melted the platinum, set the diamonds, and fixed them in the mouth of my brother.'

'You're brother?'

'Alfred. Everyone called him, 'Lil Al.' Durrell sank into one of the waiting room chairs. 'What happened?'

'He was shot,' Sara told him, shortly. Durrell sank his hands into his face. 'Look,' said Sara, clearly growing impatient, 'we could really do with talking to you about your brother. Could you come to the Police Department later, to answer a few questions?'

Durrell sat there, seemingly not hearing her. Cheryl looked over at Sara, who threw her arms in the air in exasperation. Cheryl took a deep breath and sat down on the seat next to him. 'I'm really sorry, Mr Barnes, but anything you tell us could really help us find out who did this to your brother.'

Durrell nodded his head slowly, 'I'll come,' he told her, his voice muffled from behind his hands.

The three CSIs left the surgery and walked back to the Yukon. 'For a dentist, he doesn't do too badly.' Greg told her.

'What makes you say that?' Cheryl asked him.

'His car.' He pointed over to a black convertible.

'A Jaguar XK,' said Cheryl, with a smile.

'Why the smile?'

'Oh, I helped Nick and Catherine identify a car earlier. I wonder how they are doing with that.'

'Let's go back and find out.' Suggested Sara, closing her door with a slam.

Cheryl cringed. 'I really hate it when she does that.'

'What? Slam the door, or be sarcastic?'

'Both,' she told him, shrugging.

Another chapter for all y'all. I'll hopefully have another one up later this evening... I'm off on my Spring Break tomorrow, which will most likely consist of a lot of sun, and a lot of alcohol, and no internet. In the meantime though, leave me a review:p