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Aimee's fingers were shaking as she dialed 9-1-1 on her cell phone. She had walked into the dressing room backstage and found the new girl, Cheyenne, passed out on her vanity. She didn't wake up when Aimee shook her. "I need the paramedics. I think my friend is dead." Aimee told the operator what casino she was at. The operator assured her that everything was going to be fine and help was on the way. "Okay," Aimee said trembling, as she hung up her phone.

"Nick, you're coming with me for a possible homicide," Grissom called to his coworker who was walking by.

"Just let me drop these papers off in Brass' office. Just finished that last case." Nick held up the file in his hand.

Grissom nodded. "And you double checked everything right?"

"Of course," Nick said with almost a laugh as he headed to Brass' office. "Five minutes!" He called back to Grissom. After dropping the papers off with Captain Brass Nick ran out to Grissom's car. "Let's roll."

"The vic's a show girl at Seven Palms. A coworker of her's called it in," Grissom explained to Nick as he drove.

"Naturally," Nick said getting out of the car when Grissom pulling into the parking lot at the casino. He put on his sunglasses as he looked around the outside of the casino.

"We seem to get a good number of cases at places like these don't we Nick?"

Grissom sighed softly, "All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women merely players.

They have their exits and their entrances,

And one man in his time plays many parts,

His acts being seven ages."

Nick just raised one of his eyebrows and shook his head as a woman came running out to them. "Are you here about Cheyenne?" she asked. Grissom nodded. "Oh thank God you're finally here!" she broke down in to sobs. Grissom went inside to find David, leaving Nick to tend to the girl.

"Hey, hey...it's gonna be all right. Now, what's your name?" Nick asked trying to get her to calm down enough so she could talk to him.

She pushed her dark curls out of her face. "Aimee," she said wiping at her teary eyes. "Sorry. Skye Aimee Carter."

"Alright Aimee," Nick said gently, smiling trying to keep her calm. "Can you tell me what happened?"

Aimee nodded, pushing her hair back again. "I came into the dressing room, I had left one of my bracelets in there. And Cheyenne was slumped over at her make-up table. I called her name and she didn't answer. And then I shook her she didn't wake up. That's when I called 9-1-1. But I didn't see anything else out of the ordinary. Everything looked fine," she sniffled, blinking back more tears.

"Now don't you worry, we're gonna find out what happened to her," Nick said reassuringly. He pulled out his note pad and began writing down what she had told him.

Aimee had opened her mouth to say something when a blond with too much cleavage showing came rushing out. "You want to know who fucking killed Cheyenne? She's standing right in front of you!" She screeched at Nick, who stopped writing and took a step back.

Aimee gasped, "What are saying Carlotta?"

"Hold on here, if you're accusing Ms. Carter of anything, then you should have proof," Nick said to Carlotta.

"Go take a look," Carlotta said, "her water bottle was found by your partner. And then he found her empty bottle of Vicodin on the floor under the make up tables."

"I wasn't in there! And why would I kill Cheyenne? She's my cousin! I got her the job here," Aimee cried in a desperate voice.

"Ms. Carter I have to ask, can anyone vouch for you during the time of the murder?" Nick asked, looking from Aimee to Carlotta and back.

"I was with Charlie, the stage manager." Aimee said. "He wanted to talk to me about tonight's show. It was while I was talking to Charlie I realized I had forgotten my bracelet. I excused myself and went to the dressing room, that was when found Cheyenne."

"All right, I'll have a talk with him too" Nick said and looked over as they were bringing Cheyenne's body out of the building on a stretcher.

Aimee started to cry again when she saw them bringing Cheyenne out. "She's my cousin why would I want to kill her?" She nearly yelled at Carlotta.

"She's better than you?" Carlotta sneered, and flounced back inside.

Nick sighed, shaking his head slightly. "We'll be talking with her too."

"She thinks she's the star and that without her the show would fail to go on," Said Aimee glaring after Carlotta.

"Hmmm...possible motive," Nick muttered as he wrote down some notes. "All right, I'm going to need to go inside and take some photographs now"

"Okay," Aimee said. "It's right through there," she said pointing inside. "I just want to stay and get some fresh air."

"Thanks, and stick around, we'll need to talk to you some more," Nick said flipping his note pad shut and going inside. Aimee nodded and then sat down on the sidewalk.

"Nick, be sure to get the perimeter" Nick heard Grissom say.

"You got it," he replied getting out his camera.

Aimee came back inside a few moments later. She stood there watching Nick and Grissom work. "I don't know how my Vicodin bottle got there it was in my purse." She pointed to the empty bottle under the vanity table. "I just had knee surgery and was still in a lot of pain so my doctor prescribed it to me. I've only taken one though, they make me sick."

"We'll have our lab check everything out" Nick said as he snapped some shots of the bottle.

"She's the one that called?" Grissom whispered to Nick. He glanced over at Aimee, who stood in the doorway watching, looking like she was sick to her stomach.

Nick nodded and stood up, going over to where Aimee was standing. "Aimee Carter this is Gil Grissom. He's the supervisor of the crime lab."

"Hello Ms. Carter," Grissom said shaking her hand. "I understand this bottle of Vicodin belongs to you? We're going to have to take your prints to rule you out, in case someone else put the pills in Cheyenne's water. Though I see it is your water bottle too."

Aimee's bottom lip trembled, she looked like she was going to cry again. "My print's will be all over that stuff, since they are mine like you say. W-wait," she looked over at the vanity table where Cheyenne had been. "Cheyenne was using my water bottle. Everyone knows that's mine, why would she drink out of it?"

"We never really know why anyone does anything," Grissom said, going back over to the vanity table to take more pictures.

"Unfortunately, we can't answer that just yet," Nick said as he took out his print case.

"She's my cousin," Aimee said again. "I got her the job here, I'm leaving soon. I wouldn't kill my replacement." She was sitting down tensely, still looking like she wanted to throw up.

Nick handed her a tissue to wipe off her fingers, "No one is jumping to any conclusions. Except of course your friend earlier..."

"Carlotta.. she's nobody's friend," Aimee scowled. "She's never liked me." Aimee about jumped out of her skin when a gun shot rang out from some where near the dressing room.

A young red head walked into the Las Vegas crime lab and sighed. She had just been transferred over from a small lab in Louisiana and all the bright lights were starting to hurt her eyes.

"Hi," Sara said, going over to the girl who just walked in, "Are you Blue Sonnier?"

Blue nodded, "Oui." She turned to see who had called her name.

"I'm Sara Sidle," Sara said offering her hand to the girl. "I'll be showing you around today. You're in DNA, and our new lab tech right?"

Blue nodded again, taking Sara's hand and shaking it. "That's what they 'ave told me."

"That's what I'll show you first then, this way," Sara smiled. She started walking to the lab. Blue smiled back and followed her. "You'll learn your way around here very fast. It's really not as confusing as it seems."

"I am not a country girl, but this entire city is a little...overwhelming." Blue was looking around the crime lab as she followed Sara

"Yeah it can be like that your first time here. Don't worry," Sara smiled at her. "You'll do fine. You've gotta be good for Grissom to have asked you to come here."

"Hey Sara!" Greg called running over. "You got a minute?"

"Not really," Sara said, shaking her head. "I'm showing the new la tech around. Greg this is Blue Sonnier. Blue meet Greg Sanders."

Blue waved a little, "Bonjour."

"Well hello," Greg smiled at her. Sara rolled her eyes, "Easy there Romeo," she muttered, under her breath.

Blue put a hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh, "Nice to meet you."

Greg blushed a little, hearing what Sara had said. "Nice to meet you too. I used to work in the lab if you need any help let me know. Sara I need to see you later about that case we did last week with the drunk driver running that kid over."

"Okay Greg, I'll see you later. We're almost at the lab, Blue." Sara continued as Greg headed off towards one of the evidence rooms.

"He seems...interesting..." Blue said watching Greg walk away. She started walking faster to catch up with Sara.

"He's a good guy. Grissom says he was one of the best lab techs we've ever had here," Sara commented. "Here we are." She opened the door and let Blue go in first "This is the lab. Meet Doug Harris and Jenni Morton, they'll be your assistants." Sara then began telling Blue about some of the new equipment that had just arrived.

Sara gave Blue some time to get acquainted with the lab. "Would you like to see the rest of the office?" Sara asked.

"That'd be great!" Blue said happily, setting a beaker back down on the table.

"Okay we'll keep this quick as to what you need to know. Someone will have to give you a more thorough tour when we're not so busy." Sara turned to leave the lab.

"Sounds fine to me," Blue said quietly following behind Sara,

"This is interrogation," Sara said pointing to the rooms as they walked by. The interrogation rooms were strangely empty. "Surprisingly they are not being used at the moment."

Blue smiled a little. "They're kind of creepy aren't they." She looked in the windows as they passed.

"Yeah, when they're all empty like that. I'm surprised that no one is in there for how busy we are today. You want to see the coroners office?" Sara asked with a slight grin. Most new people wanted to see the autopsy room but would chicken out at the last minute.

"Sure," Blue gulped a little, looking around nervously.

When they got to autopsy Sara looked in the window on the door first. "Dr. Robbins is preforming an autopsy right now. Do you still want to go in?" Blue nodded and Sara opened the door. Dr. Robbins this is, Blue, our new lab tech, she's a DNA specialist. I want her to see an autopsy."

Blue smiled softly in greeting. "Ahh good, well...we were just finishing up the Y-cut" Dr. Robbins said and held up a bloody scalpel. Blue nodded weakly.

"There's a reason you're in the lab isn't there Blue?" Sara asked seeing the new tech looked a little sick.

"Because my degree is in Bio Chemistry?" Blue joked weakly, looking very pale. She looked over as Dr. Robbins was pulling apart the chest cavity and then she passed out.