A/N: IT SEEMS THERE IS A MURDER AFOOT, SO THIS IS WHERE THE DUAL CROSSOVER STARTS(A HUGE THANK YOU TO CLEANSLATE FOR THE IDEA). I HOPE I DO THIS CHAPTER JUSTICE, SO PLEASE R&R WITH YOUR COMMENTS. I DON'T OWN ANY PART OF CJ, LV, CSI OR ELVIS PRESLEY ENTERPRISES; BUT I LOVE PLAYING WITH THEM ALL. ENJOY!

CHAPTER 8: CRYING IN THE CHAPEL

The group made their way to the private dinning room that was at their disposal for the duration of the stay. "I can't believe this is our last day here. It's a little sad, isn't it?", Dolly asked Nigel as they walked arm and arm. "It did go by remarkably fast.", Nigel agreed. "Too bad we couldn't stay here for our honeymoon, the weather is much better, and the accommodations are spectacular.", he added, giving her a kiss on the lips. "No Nige, I've always wanted to go to England. And besides, I think it's time your father met his daughter-in-law.", she replied with a chuckle. "Pop's really looking forward to meeting you. I swear when I told him I was getting married, he just about had another heart attack.", Nigel joked and kissed Dolly again. "If we can have you take your seats please, the wait staff would like to serve now.", Danny called from the head of the room. "I'll be right back, I'm just going to the restroom before we eat.", Dolly said and slid from Nigel's grasp.

Colleen had just finished changing Colin's diaper when Dolly walked into the bathroom. "I swear, I can set my watch to this kid, 9am every morning.", Colleen joked handing Colin to Dolly so she could wash up. "See he's already reliable.", Dolly chuckled, bouncing Colin on her hip. "They're about to serve, tell everyone to wait for me, I'll just be a minute.", Dolly told Colleen. "I'll bet you anything; by the time you get to your seat, your cousins will have already eaten half their plates.", Colleen chuckled. "That's so true, as soon as you put food in front of a Hoyt, it magically disappears.", Dolly nodded and laughed. "I'll be right out.", she called to Colleen. Dolly gazed at herself in the mirror then looked down at her hand, it still hadn't sunk in; she and Nigel were married. She looked at her reflection one more time before leaving the bathroom, forgetting all about the hairclip she came in there to fix.

Dolly turned to walk down the hall when she noticed the door to the chapel was cracked open. Wanting to have just one more peek of the room she was married in, she slowly pushed the door open further. The group was getting restless and hungry waiting for Dolly to return to the table. "I'll go see if she's alright.", Jordan offered, getting up from her seat. But just as she stood, there was a blood-curdling scream coming from the hallway. Jordan was the first to reach the chapel, followed by the rest of the guests and a few Montecito employees. "Dolly, what happened?", Jordan asked her cousin-in-law, when she saw the dead body of Joey Tonoli, laying at their feet. "I j..just came in here t-to look at the room.", she sobbed, her eyes never leaving the body.

"Jordan? What the hell?", Garret asked, pushing his way through the crowd. "Oh dear Lord.", Betty gasped as she entered the room. "Well that ain't something you see every day.", Nana added. "He's been dead about ten to thirty minutes. No visible cause of death.", Jordan stated, looking up from her place on the floor. "Oh my God, he was supposed to sing for us at breakfast, to finish his performance from last night. We're the reason he's dead Nigel.", Dolly cried into her husbands chest. "Calvin, Uncle Charlie take the ladies back out to the dining room.", Woody ordered, reaching around to get his gun from his backpack.

"I just called the police. Ed and Mike are on their way.", Danny stated, removing his own gun from it's holster. Woody nodded. "Jordan; you, Bug, Nigel, Sidney and Dr. M, stay with the body until the police show up. Dad, come with us.", he instructed, handed Max his gun, then pulled Jordan down for a kiss. "Woody, what are you going to do?", Jordan asked with much concern. "Jo, you said yourself, this guys been dead less than a half an hour. We need to secure the area, make sure the killer isn't still here.", Woody pointed out. "Just be careful, please.", she pleaded. Woody nodded, then followed Max and Danny out.

Woody, Max, Danny, Mike and Ed returned to the scene, just as the LasVegas police and CSI unit were entering the hotel."The area's secure, there's no one here who isn't supposed to be. The police will search the rest of the floor.", Woody told Jordan, who was kneeling over the body. "So what do we have here?", a surly, middle aged detective asked, from the doorway. A rookie uniformed cop immediately stood up from his place next to Jordan and Woody. "Yes Sir,this is an...approximately, um...thirty...ah seven...", he stuttered, looking at Woody for help. "We have one Joey Tonoli, thirty-seven years old. Married, one son, eleven years old, lives right on the strip in the Montrose apartment complex, uniforms are picking his wife up as we speak. Earns a living as a small restaurant owner by day and Elvis impersonator on nights and weekends.", Woody explained, closing his notebook and turning to his wife. "There are no apparent signs of foul play or a struggle. Based on external temp. and rigor, I'd place t.o.d at somewhere between 8:30 and 9am.", Jordan added, still hovering over the body.

"And who the hell are you two?", Gil Grissom asked, a bit sarcastically from his place behind the surly detective. "Oh I'm Sgt. Woody Hoyt, this is Dr. Jordan Hoyt. I'm a detective and she's an M.E., Boston P.D.", Woody introduced and held out his hand. "What connection does our decedent have with Boston?", Gil asked quizzically, not noticing Woody's gesture. "None that we know of, yet. You see, we're here on vacation, my husbands cousin's wedding. Mr. Tonoli was the entertainment for her reception last night, and today we found him dead.", Jordan explained as she rose from the floor."Well then, welcome to Las Vegas.", Gil replied, giving Jordan and Woody both a firm handshake.