"So tell me about this ritual, Mr. La Vey. Is it all for kicks, or are you trying prove something?" Keats asked. Jack La Vey was a tall man. A quiet, passive man. A man that made you realize just about anyone can be a murderer in disguise.

"We normally drink from animal remains." He whispered. Keats pretended he meant just having his steak undercooked.

"What was different about this time?" She asked. La Vey's eyes danced around the room before they landed on Keats.

"When a new member pledges…we always have a live sacrifice." He said after a time. Keats felt her throat closing up when pictures of the body flashed across her mind.

"How do you choose your sacrifices?" Keats asked, sitting at the edge of the table. La Vey looked at her, aghast. Obviously it was a sacred question.

"No one is allowed to know that outside of the circle." He said. Keats leaned down and stared into his frightened eyes.

"Give me some names from your circle." She said in a quiet voice. La Vey winced and hesitated.

"If you tell me who helped you murder Anton Chaney, then I'll make sure you get a reduced sentence." She added. Unfortunately, La Vey shook his head, his face changing into something unholy.

"It is my privilege to bear the law upon my shoulders for the sake of my circle." He gave a hideous grin that revealed rather sharp, ominous teeth. Keats shuddered and closed his file. La Vey's confession was her ticket home.

Keats said her goodbyes, happy to have met the team in Las Vegas. True, the cases had given her a sense of paranoia she'd never had before, but it was an experience well worth the drawbacks in Keats' humble opinion.

"Take it easy on the honeymoon, huh? You've been working hard." Warrick Brown and Nick Stokes said, making Keats turn hot pink. The marriage was something she didn't let herself think about often.

"You are welcome back here anytime, Ms. Remington." Gil Grissom said as he gave her a quick hug. Grissom had never had children, but he entertained the notion that if he had a daughter, she would be like Keats.

"Actually it's Mrs. Wolfe." Keats slowly turned around to find Ryan standing there, a rather wry expression on his face. Keats made a snappy transition from hot pink to dark red. She slapped him on the shoulder and waved to her Las Vegas counterparts.

"You're absolutely loving this, aren't you?" Keats muttered as they left the L.V.P.D. Ryan gave a smile that was easy to interpret.

"Listen, we need to find out if the marriage is legal. If it isn't, then my name is still Remington. Which sounds better anyway…" Keats said with a snarl. He has no idea how badly I want to be married to him. But he thinks it's just a big joke.

"I'll make some calls when we get back to Miami. Right now, I'm thinking about taking my wife out to lunch." He said as he led her to a small restaurant a few blocks away. Grrr…

"Why are you smiling like that? It's kind of irritating, Wolfe." Keats mumbled as she ate her pasta. His smiles were frequent…and smug.

"It's just hilarious, don't you think? We're married…What would H say?"

"Speaking of Horatio, that reminds me…I think it would be best if we just found out how binding the marriage is. If it we're seriously, legally married then we'll just have to find a way to get it annulled. But either way, we tell no one about this. I won't even tell Sloane." Keats sipped her soda thoughtfully.

"Are you ashamed to be my wife? Because it kind of sounds like you are." Wolfe had since stopped eating and kept his gaze focused on Keats.

"No…nothing like that. I want to get married to someone someday, but I'd rather be conscious while I'm taking my vows." Keats said with a smile. Ryan laughed.

"Am I not that someone?" Ryan asked. His face was difficult to read as he had a silly smile plastered to his adorable face.

"I don't know. Are you?" She asked. It was high time he told her how he really felt. But instead of answering, he left some money on the table and stood up.

"Come on, Keats. We have a plane to catch."