Disclaimer: Errr… I have no idea who this belongs to, but it sure as heck ain't me.
Spoilers: Yes. Just kidding. Season 7 Las Vegas and Season 5 Miami.
A/N: Thank you to sUnKisSt. I'm updating as fast as I can. Hope you like it.
Greg shook his head, as though to clear it. No way had he seen that guy standing with Horatio. Or was there? Jack was saying he had found a hotel room rented with Manuel's credit card. "I called the hotel, and the clerk said he was staying with a Jose Rivera, and he said that he hadn't seen either of them for days."
Sara grinned. They were already making progress. "We should track down this Jose and take a look at the room."
Horatio nodded. The Vegas CSIs seemed ready to work. "I'm pretty sure at least one of my team is still at the lab. We should go pick him up." Horatio had noticed Ryan Wolfe snoring on the break room couch on his way out. "I can page the others if we need them."
"Good idea." Greg knew they needed all the help they could get. The four of them headed back to the Hummer. Greg and Sara were alarmed to see the huge dog waiting for them.
Noticing that, Jack smiled, "Don't worry, he's all ready eaten." Sara laughed as they piled into the car.
"Nice doggie," Greg looked her unbelievingly. That wasn't a dog, it was a small horse. Of course, after an incident with a pit bull with the unlikely name of Tinker Bell, he wasn't especially found of large dogs. That encounter hadn't been as funny as Brass claimed it was. Well, maybe little. Certainly it was sort of thing that only happened to him.
"He likes you." Jack was amused by Greg's reaction. After a few minutes of small talk, they reached the lab.
Sure enough, Ryan Wolfe was exactly Horatio had left him. Horatio shook his shoulder. "Time to get up, Mr. Wolf."
A groggy sounding, "Five more minutes, Mom" was the only response he got. Horatio blinked. Wolfe was not going move without encouragement.
"Mr. Wolfe, get off that couch. I am not your mother; and we have a lot work to do." Ryan continued to snore. Caine rolled his eyes.
"Lt. Caine, I have a better idea." Jack grinned. This trick had never failed him. He walked to the freezer and grabbed an ice cube tray. Horatio looked like he was going to say something, but decided against it. They had to wake him up somehow.
"Aaaaah!!!!" Ryan jumped to his feet. Recovering, he said, "What hell is wrong with you?!"
"Greg Sanders, Sara Sidle, Meet CSI Ryan Wolfe." Horatio was clearly amused by this reaction.
Greg Sanders could've sworn he heard some else laugh in the background. The voice sound familiar, but he couldn't place it. The voice said, "Man, does that guy need to chill out!" It was same presence he felt at the airport, but it was much stronger here.
"Greg?" Sara's voice brought him back to the situation at hand. They had been telling Ryan about the case.
"Sorry." They headed out to the hotel room, when they ran into Eric Delko. He had been arriving for his shift. Lt. Caine told him what was going on and they all went to the potential crime scene.
The owner the voice blinked. One of the Vegas CSIs could see and hear him. He remembered meeting the man at a convention a few years back. Sanders had only been a DNA tech at the time, but seemed much smarter and far more fun then the average lab rat. Sanders had led him, Calligh and Eric on a very wild night, along with a few others from different cites. He smiled. If he could be seen, he would be able to help them.
A/N: Sorry the chap is so short. Bet you know who the ghost is! Remember that anyone who guesses right gets cookies! Sorry I may not be able to update till Monday, but by then most the story should written. Reviews are helpful ! Thank you!!