Nick never thought he would be in this position. He and Greg were huddled up together against the back of the bar in the little casino café. He had been collecting fingerprints from the countertop with Greg taking pictures, when the first shot rang out. Both he and Greg had jumped. All of a sudden, bullets started raining from the sky. One had hit Greg in the shoulder. Greg crumpled from the impact. Nick immediately dropped for cover. Poor Greg was screaming and writhing in pain, he was shaking so badly he couldn't hold his own hand over his wound, so in all the confusion Nick made his way over and wrapped his arms around Greg's shoulders. He put pressure on his little buddy's wound while the shooting continued. Within minutes of their embrace, Greg passed out. Nick moved himself even closer to Greg to support his weight. Nick can't remember when he passed out from shock, but he woke up in the same position he started in; in an embrace with young CSI Greg Sanders.

Earlier that day

The CSI's entered a casino full of chaos: people running around everywhere, police interviewing witnesses, police putting up "Caution: Crime Scene" tape, and forensic photographers already taking pictures. The jewelry store was quite close to the casino entrance, so Grissom could see how the two perps got in and out so quickly.

The CSI's all stood together for a moment to survey the damage and then without any words they all left with their partner to fulfill their duties. Warrick and Sara went to study the carpet outside the store to see if they could some prints, Nick and Greg went inside the store to study the broken glass case the necklaces were locked up in, and Catherine and Grissom went in search of their favourite detectives Brass and Sophia.

They didn't have to look far, the two tall detectives, one brown-haired and heavy set, the other blonde and slim stood out in their police issued vests. Easily spotting them could have also been attributed to the fact that they were both interrogating their witnesses in a very loud almost yelling manner. Grissom and Catherine exchanged a look that almost made them burst into laughter. When they reached their destination, Grissom was the first to try and make contact.

"So, Jim, what have we got so far?"

Instantly the brown haired cop turned on his heels and changed his whole expression.

"Oh hey Gil, Catherine."

At the mention of the two names Sophia whipped around to greet them.

"Hey guys."

Grissom and Catherine nodded their hellos to both detectives.

Brass continued, "Well we have tons of witnesses, but it's a pity that no stories match up."

Grissom looked shocked.

"Really?"

Sophia let out a sigh, "Yeah, everyone's singing a different tune. Some say they saw one perp, some two, and some even three. Some say they were in hoods, some in masks. It's hopeless."

Catherine spoke up next.

"Has everyone been questioned?"

"Pretty much," replied Sophia, "we have two more to do, but I think Brass and I can handle it."

"Okay," Grissom stated, "let's go check up on everyone and see how they're doing."

"Yeah okay," Catherine nodded, "but could you give me a sec? I had two cups of coffee at the lab."

"Yeah sure," Grissom laughed, knowing fully that she had to visit the little girl's room.

As Catherine walked away, Grissom decided to simply observe from where he was standing. From his position he could see Greg and Nick collecting fingerprints from the glass case and Warrick and Sara on their hands and knees looking for trace evidence on the carpet. Grissom let his eyes linger on Sara.

"Wow, she's really something," he thought.

Sara had always had good taste, but he especially liked her outfit today. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans with detailed pockets, a white sweater with a deep V-neck, and black dress boots that lengthened her already long frame. Her clothes hugged her in all the right places.

Without Grissom's knowledge, Catherine snuck up on him. She watched him for a moment. He seemed to be intimately focused on something. She followed the lines of his eyes over to Warrick and Sara. Now Catherine knew Grissom was not focused on Warrick. He was not Grissom's type, definitely her type, but not Grissom's. No, she knew exactly who he was staring at; the ever radiant Sara.

"Admiring something…or someone?" asked Catherine.

Grissom jumped at the sound of Catherine's voice.

"Jeez, Cath. You should know not to sneak up on me like that."

"Answer my question."

"What question?"

And with that Grissom began walking over towards Nick and Greg. Grissom had fully heard Catherine's question; he just didn't want to give her his answer.