Sorry this update took so long to update but my stupid life got in the way.

As always the characters and the shows CSI and Alias don't belong to me.

And now on with the story...

Spain: about 35 miles outside the Capital

"Base this is science geek. Mission complete. I'm heading towards rondevous. Phoenix are you ready? Over."

"Science geek this is Phoenix. I'm Ready for Rondevous. Over." Sara could here Sydney laughing through her comm unit.

"Remind me to kill Marshal for giving me that call sign.

"I think its cute. Suits you don't you think?"

"Yeah, right" Sara answered. During the training exorcises of the last week, Sara had spent most of her breaks in Marshal's lab. He was impressed with her ability to understand almost every aspect of his job. She had even helped him fix an issue with the latest camera and microphone units Marshal was working on. They were tiny and designed to look like cockroaches but he was having trouble getting them to move the way he needed too. They kept falling over. Sara told Marshal how to fix the issues within two minutes of seeing the, "Bugs". They had small anatomical defects that kept them from moving like real roaches. A five minute explanation and a quick drawing was all Marshal needed to to be able to fix the problem. She enjoyed those moments away from kick boxing and the firing range. She needed to keep reminding herself that she as still first and foremost a scientist.

CIA safe house: Spain

Sydney and Sara sat in the safe house waiting for the extraction team. Sara was quiet and Sydney was worried about her.

"Thinking about Grissom?" Sydney asked softly

"Yeah" answered Sara without thinking. She looked up at Sydney and blushed when she realized what she just admitted too.

"It's wok Sara. It's going to be fine."

"It's just...I've missed him so much this last week and a half." Sydney smiled at the words coming out of Sara's mouth. She probably had figured out down to the minute how long she had been away from Grissom. Sydney understood because it was the same way she felt about Vaughn.

"So you missed him. That's good Sara. It means you are finally opening yourself up to someone."

"You don't understand Syd. I don't know if I have anything to go back too. I don't know if he'll take me back. Not to mention the fact that i apparently disappeared into thin air the day after my Boss was attacked and it was clear i knew the suspect."

"First of all Sara, dad covered for you at your job. There is nothing to worry about there. Being requested to work on a federal investigation might even help your career. And as for Grissom, he'll get over it. He will deal with it and move on. Dixon already cleared you to reveal some details about your work for the CIA. Trust me, ok." Sara nodded. She was grateful that Dixon seemed to understand that just telling the person you are involved with that you can't talk about work didn't cut it. Sara felt a little better after Sydney spoke. Just then, their comm units activated.

"Team one too team two. Ready for extraction, over" Jack's voice crackled a little over the comm unit. Sydney and Sara looked at each other. Without another word, Sydney and Sara swiftly jogged the half mile towards the black van. They were surprised to find her father behind the wheel. Weiss was supposed to be driving. That's when they noticed that his arm was in a sling.

"Oh my god Weiss! What happened to you? Are you ok?" The words came out in a jumble as Sara and Sydney spoke at the same time.

"What" said Vaughn from the passenger seat of the van, "I get no love from my best girl." Jack rolled his eyes at Vaughn's words. If Vaughn had not been married to his daughter, Jack would have thought he was an exceptional agent. But he was married to his daughter and therefor Jack found him barely tolerable. Luckily for Vaughn, there was a man dating his other daughter that Jack disliked far more. He had even been warm and caring towards Vaughn on the mission and the week leading up to it. Vaughn knew that it was only because Jack had a new place to focus his paternal rage. Jack spent the week bitching about Sara's boyfriend. Apperently he was a criminalist and "into bugs." Not to mention the fact that he was 15 years older than Sara. Vaughn had been involved in the extensive background check that Jack had done on Sara's boyfriend. He felt very bad this Grissom guy.

They boarded a private plane less than an hour later. Sara couldn't wait to get back to her life in Las Vegas. She missed Grissom and hated having to lie to him. Sydney and Sara sat in the corner of the lane talking softly to each other. They were both happy the mission was over and wanted to use the long flight from Europe to actually act like sisters instead of agents. Sara looked up to find Jack sitting next to Dixon reading a something off a computer screen. She heard the laser printer beep and watch as it proceeded to spit out several pages. Sara watched the seen and felt the familler sinking feeling in her stomach.

"Girls could you come here please. I need to talk to you. Too all of you" Jack looked around to all of the agents on the plane. Sara loved how he took control of any room. Even directing Dixon, who technically was his boss.

"The mission has been updated. Details in these folders" Jack said handing them each a plain manila folder.

"There is no mission dad. The mission is over. I came back to do this one thing. I want to go home. I want to go back to Vegas." Sara sounded almost like she was whining but she didn't care. She was tired and homesick.

"Honey we are going to Vegas. And this shouldn't take more than a day. Besides i think when you read the details you will want to be involved." Jack responded mysteriously. She opened the folder to see a photo from a security camera of a handsome blond man smiling smugly.

"Sark" was all Sara and Sydney said before sitting down to familiarizers thereselves with the new mission.

That Night Tangeres Casino Las Vegas

Sara and Sydney strut into the casino looking like five million bucks apiece. Sara wore a blood red wig with matching lipstick. She was dressed in black leather head to toe with a pair of green contacts to complete the look. Sydney wore a jet black wig that reached her waist and a black leather outfit that almost completely matched Sara's. She wore the same color contacts and when the two of them walked together it was obvious that they were sisters. When Dixon had first detailed the mission Sara was nervous about pulling off an alias so close to home but as she caught a glance of herself in the mirrors lining the hallways of the casino, she new she had nothing to worry about. People tended to only see what they wanted to see and what they expected to see. Even her well trained CSI friends would never look past this alias to see who she really was. Sara entered the elevator and pressed the appropriate buttons to reach the sub level floor that was holding a secret poker game. A secret poker game being held by a former head of the alliance of twelve. And a certain Mr. Sark playing along trying to make a deal. Thank god for Vegas she thought as the doors closed. Easiest place to blend in the world.

They reached the floor and walked down the hallway taking note of the 3 guards blocking the door of the game. Sydney nodded at Sara before disappearing around the counter. Sara walked over to them, swaying her hips and smiling.

"Someone inside i got to see." Sara said sweetly to the guards.

"Sorry miss" Said the largest man in the group. "No one gets in."

"That so" Sara smiled again and leaned towards the guard. He leaned towards her looking down her shirt. She took the opportunity to head but him sending down to the floor. Before the other two guards had a chance to respond she took them out with a roundhouse kick to the head.

"SG to Phoenix. Are you ready?" Sydney had gone around to the other entrance to the room. She had taken out three guards there and was ready to enter to room as soon as Sara said go.

"SG this is phoenix i'm pretty sure you can't change your own call sign. And yes, I'm ready to go on your count." They each grabbed the key cards from the fallen guards and got ready to enter the room.

"SG to phoenix. On my count. One...Two...Three" Guns drawn, they burst into the room simultaneously

The room was smoky and the conversation typical of all high stakes games in Vegas. Once you've seen one you've seen them all.

"Hands in the air boys. Lets stay calm, I'm only here for Sark." They complied surprisingly quickly as both Sydney and Sara had known they would. There was no love lost between these men and they had no problem giving up Sark if it meant they were left alone. Sark smiled at her.

"Sara, twice in one month to what do i owe the honer?

"On your feet Julian" Sydney said quickly.

"My two favorite girls at the same time. I've had dreams about this you know."

"Not like this" Sara said as she walked towards Sark. She punched him once in the face braking his nose. "I really don't want to ask again. I might chip a nail" Blood poured down his face and he got up and walked towards the door. The trio got into the elevator. Jack, Weiss and Vaughn were waiting for them in a room upstairs.

Tangier Casino Video Surveillance Room

CSI Stokes and Grissom leaned over the counter to get a closer look at the video. After a week and a half of the case going no where he decided to examine video surveillance from the casino's. There was a definite advantage to being a CSI in a city that taped almost every moment of peoples lives. If they lived their life in a casino. So far he had responded to six false alarms of men matching the Englishman's description. The suspect they had been looking for for almost 2 weeks was riding down in an elevator in their city. The footage was from almost an hour ago.

"Good work, Nicky my boy. I think we've got him. What room is he in?"

"Sir, I think there is something here you want to see." A security guard called out to the two CSI's. "This is the same man right now. Elevator three and he's not alone. Grissom walked over to see for himself. Sure enough he saw the blond man. On either side of him were two women dressed in black leather. One women had jet black and and the other was a red head. Grissom narrowed his eyes. They were wearing wigs, that much he could tell. The women with bright red hair had something familiar about her that he couldn't place. The blond man had his hands behind his back and looked pissed off. He also had a good deal of blood pouring down his face.

They were talking and Grissom leaned even closer to try and read there lips.

"Zoom in. I need to see there faces." Grissom said quickly. The Security guard obliged Grissom's request and zoomed in as much as he could, focusing on the upper half of all three people. Grissom focused in on the blond man's mouth.

"He's saying where are you taking me? The dark haired one is telling him to shut up. He's saying that he demands to know..." Grissom stopped translating when the red head elbowed the blond man in the stomach with great force. When the blond man bent over in pain from the blow, Grissom and Nick Stokes could clearing see that he was handcuffed behind his back.

"I think we have a situation Brass. Call it in" Grissom spoke firmly. "Nicky follow the surveillance. We are not loosing him."

30 minutes later outside Tangeres Casino Room 784

It took less than thirty minutes for the LVPD to get ready to break into the room. The suspect had gone after one of there own and that was in addition to being a suspect in at least 6 other murders. They would take him down with joy. The swat team broke through the door and Grissom stood towards the back waiting for the cops to clear the room. It took less than five minutes before he heard Brass call out to him.

"Grissom, you better get in here. There's something you are going to want to see." Grissom walked into the room to see the suspect tied to a chair looking like he had just gone three rounds with Mike Tyson. Behind him were three men and two women with there hands in the air. There was a wide array of weapons on the floor in front of them. It was the red head who got his attention. She look so familiar. She brushed her red hair out of her face and thats when Grissom realized who he was looking at.

"Sara" Grissom spoke so softly that it was almost a whisper. He turned towards Brass who looked shocked. "Get these suspects back to the station. We'll deal with them there." With that Grissom turned and walked away. Sara stood in the hotel room watching the scene unfold.

"Grissom" Sara said in an even voice. When he didn't respond she called out his name again, "Gil" But he didn't even turn around.