Disclaimer: I am not connected in any way with the creators of any of the CSI shows. (I wish I was though, so Danny and Lindsay would get together already.) These are just my mind's version of the events that transpire on the show.

Okay, time zones have never been my strong suit, so please bear with it if there are inconsistencies in the time line. I did the best I could. :D

Plus, I think it was mentioned by one of the reviewers that Sara was one of the people who did the two cases in Vegas, but I think Warrick and Nick would be a more interesting mix to the NYC crew.

Back at the Crime Lab, Mac immediately turned to his computer to find the email from the Vegas supervisor. He scrolled impatiently through the messages until the found what he was looking for. He read through the email quickly and typed a reply. Mr. Grissom, here are some pictures from our latest crime scene in NYC. We need to work together on this one. He quickly uploaded the pictures that Stella and Hawkes took that morning.

Mac thenclicked to another website and found the number that he was looking for. He grabbed his phone and punched it in, his impatience unnoticeable to anyone watching. But deep inside, Mac was thinking, Pick up, dammit.

Soon enough, someone picked up at the other end of the line. "Grissom."

Mac answered, "Mr. Grissom, this is Detective Mac Taylor. I'm the supervisor of the NYPD Crime Lab and I have something that may interest you. Can you check your email right now?

On the other end of the line, Grissom was a bit confused, but he said, "Of course, Detective Taylor."

Mac replied, "Thanks. And if you need to talk, please call me at this number." He disconnected the call and sat down to wait.

Less than 5 minutes later, Mac's phone rang again. "Detective Taylor, this is Gil Grissom of the Las Vegas Crime Lab."

Mac smiled slightly and replied, "Yes, Mr. Grissom. I assume you've seen the pictures."

The two supervisors talked about the basic details of the case for a while, ending with a resolution.

Grissom said, "So I'll be sending two of my people there. I'll put them on the first flight I can get and I'll call you back with the details."

Mac responded, "Thank you, Mr. Grissom. I'll make sure that my team takes care of them for the duration of their stay in New York."

Both disconnected the call.

Across the continent, Grissom sat quietly, thinking of who to send for this case. This was a pretty big case. He closed his eyes briefly and ran through the roster of his people. Greg and Sara were working on that body dump in the desert, so he couldn't send them. He debated between Catherine, Warrick and Nick. He knew Catherine didn't like going out of town because she didn't like leaving Lindsey alone for long period of time. So that left Warrick and Nick. He quickly sent two messages and waited in his office.

A few minutes later, Nick and Warrick walked through his door.

Nick walked in, saying, "What's up, boss?"

Grissom replied, "Do you remember that case where the murderer left replicas of the crime scene?"

Warrick and Nick both nodded, glancing at each other uncertainly. What was this about?

Grissom rubbed his eyes wearily and said, "Well, they have a similar case over in New York. I just got off the phone with the supervisor."

Warrick answered, "Wow. That psycho's going cross-country."

Nick asked, "So, what's the plan, Gris?"

Grissom smiled briefly and said, "Well, you're going over to NYC to find out."

Nick looked at Warrick. "We're going to New York?"

Grissom nodded. "Yes. For the next few days, you'll be working with Detective Mac Taylor and his team. He'll make arrangements for you guys."

Warrick asked, "So when do we leave?"

Grissom raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Next flight to New York leaves in four hours. I've booked your flights." He waved his hand at them. "Go home and pack for about a week, then let me know when you guys reach New York. Your tickets will be waiting for you at the airport."

Warrick and Nick nodded in response and exited the office quickly.

Back in New York, Mac sent two messages, telling Hawkes and Stella to come to his office as soon as they got back to the lab.

He sat in his office studying the pictures of the crime scene and mulling over the possibilities. About half an hour later, Stella and Hawkes knocked on his door.

Mac looked up from the computer and waved them in. They stood in front of his desk expectantly.

Hawkes was the first to speak, "So, Stella told me that they had something like this in Vegas."

Mac nodded. "I just got off the phone with Gil Grissom. He's the night shift supervisor in Vegas." He tilted his head slightly and continued, "They've had two cases of this already. The first one was a musician named Izzy Delancey and the second one was a 65-year old named Penny Garden who was killed inside her house."

Stella nodded. "Okay. So what's the plan?"

Mac answered, "Grissom is sending two of his team members here to help us with the case. He shuffled through his desk, finding the scrap of paper where he wrote the details. "Warrick Brown and Nick Stokes will be here by this afternoon. I've already booked the hotel for them. Since you guys are working with them, I think you should be the ones to pick them up and show them around while they're here."

Stella smirked, "More out-of-towners? Danny's gonna love this."

Hawkes laughed, "Well, it's good we're getting help. This case just shot up my list of all-time creepy cases, right next to the one with exotic cuisine."

Mac smiled at both of them. "Bring them by my office when they get here, okay?"

Stella and Hawkes nodded. "Will do, Mac." They waved goodbye as they exited, "We'll see you."

Meanwhile, Danny and Lindsay were back at one of the labs, going through the evidence they collected from Snow Bunny's crime scene.

Danny squinted at the bikini top that he placed under the UV light. "I got a print off the suit, Montana." He quickly snapped a few pictures of the print that became visible and uploaded it to the computer, where he sent a program to scan through the database to find matching prints.

He turned back to the table and examined the top again, scraping off a substance for trace. Across the table, Lindsay was combing through the fluff that was attached to the back of the swimsuit bottom and collecting it in an evidence bag, another sample for trace.

Danny glanced around to see if there were people around. Nope. They were all alone in the lab. "Y'know, Montana. I bet you'd look great in this."

Lindsay blushed at laughed, "You bet? I know I'd look great it in."

Danny choked on his own drool and croaked out, "So would you ever wear something like this?"

Lindsay glanced at him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She answered nonchalantly, "For a roomful of guys, no." She smiled temptingly as she added, "For you, Messer, I could be persuaded."

Danny made a garbled sound at the back of his throat. The vision of Lindsay in that suit was all too clear in his mind. Damn, she'd look sexy and cute at the same time. He took a deep breath and glared at her, "Dammit, Montana. Why d'you have to go and get me all hot and bothered while we're at work?"

Lindsay slid him another teasing grin, "You started it, Messer."

Danny rolled his eyes upward and figured, Yeah, I pretty much asked for that. He tried to will away the image of Lindsay dressed up in next to nothing but fluff and tried to think of safer things. Rats, pigeons, bugs, my mom in a bikini. He let out a shudder, That should do it.

He brought his thought back to the evidence and for the next hour, they concentrated on the items in front of them. When they were finished, they pooled all their findings together.

He went around the table to sit next to Lindsay. She instinctively leaned closer to him as they went over the details of the case.

Danny started the discussion. "Okay, so I got a print off the bikini top. Computer matched it to a print of a guy named Keith Tyler. It says there's a TRO against him."

Lindsay frowned, "What's the TRO for?"

Danny looked doubtfully at the computer. "Doesn't say, but Flack and Jordan could probably pull it up for us." He reached for his phone and hit the speed dial. Drumming his fingers on the table, he waited impatiently for Flack to pick up. After a while he said, "Flack, it's Danny. Can you do us a favor and see what you can dig up on a TRO against a Keith Tyler? His print was on the stripper's swimsuit." He paused for a while. "Yeah, thanks." He snapped his phone shut to disconnect the call. "So what else have we got, Montana?"

Lindsay looked at what she collected. "I got trace samples here from the fluff on her swimsuit bottom, but that's pretty much it." She checked her watch. We can probably head on over to Trace to drop these off and go see Sid at the morgue to see what he got for us on the body."

Danny started picking up the stuff. "Sounds like a plan. Alright, let's go. Hopefully, by the time we get back from the morgue, Flack and Jordan will have something for us on that TRO."

Flack walked to Jordan's desk and said, "Danny just called. They got a print off Snow Bunny's swimsuit and it matches with the prints of one Keith Tyler. Apparently, he has a TRO, but they don't know why."

Jordan pursed her lips and turned back to her computer. "Okay, let's see what technology can do for us today." She opened a window and typed in the suspect's name and waited. After a few seconds, the computer beeped, signaling a hit.

"Bingo," she said under her breath, her eyes scanning the computer rapidly. After a minute she spoke, "Our vic took out a TRO against Keith. He's been calling her and hassling her at work, so she filed charges against him."

She turned back to find Don staring at her vacantly. She waved her hand in front of his face and said, "Don? Did you hear what I said?"

Flack jerked his head and refocused his attention on her. She was looking at him with a concerned look on her face. He smiled sheepishly at her and said, "Sorry. I was uh…"

Jordan looked at him patiently, "You were thinking of what?"

Flack smiled at her again and said, "You."

Jordan blushed and looked around. Flack quickly said, "Don't worry, it's just us." He walked around her desk to give her a kiss.

Jordan opened her mouth to speak, but Flack cut her off again. "I'm sorry. I know I'm not supposed to do this, cause we're at work, but…" he trailed off. "There," he finished uncertainly.

Jordan burst out laughing and kissed him. She sighed. "I know. This is a lot harder than I thought. I guess since everyone knows we're together, it's not such a big issue. But we really have to try harder, Don."

Flack nodded his head, "Okay. I promise. No affectionate displays at work." He smiled at her one last time and jerked his head towards the computer. "So what were you saying earlier?"

Jordan regretfully turned her thoughts back to work. She repeated the results of the search to Flack, who started jotting down notes in his memo pad.

When Jordan was finished with the data, he slipped the notebook back in his pocket and reached for his phone. He called Danny and told him what they found out. After a while, he turned back to Jordan and said, "Is it okay if I drop you off at the lab so you can follow up some leads with Lindsay? Danny and I need to trail the suspect first and see if we can get him to volunteer to come down with us."

Jordan nodded, "No problem." She grabbed her coat and phone and stood up, "Let's go, partner."

This is it for tonight. Wait for the arrival of the Vegas CSIs. Many of you followed my train of thought already. The Vegas boys are there to 'stir the soup', but not just between Danny and Lindsay. Watch out for it. :D

No Hawkes and Cassie just yet. I'm still trying to figure out what to do with them. But don't worry. I know they'll be together before the NYPD Christmas Ball.

Thanks for all the great reviews. :D Please don't forget to let me know what you think about this one. :D Enjoy:D