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Spoilers: Any Episodes that have already aired in the US.

A/N: Thank you to my Reviewers! Also, keep in mind that the closest thing I have to a beta is the spelling and grammar check thingy in Microsoft Word. This Chapter may be a little short due to lack of time.

Greg and Sara headed out to the garage. Sara stared at him. "I'm never going to look at you the same way again."

Greg laughed. "I will never drink that much again." They reached the SUV. The two of them quickly opened the trunk. "Lots of blood. The guy was obviously shot in the trunk." Greg saw Speedle roll his eyes at him.

"No kidding." Sara said. She didn't need to listen to him state the obvious, either. Sanders glanced around the garage. He spotted a small stereo abandoned in a dark corner.

"You think Lt. Caine is as uptight about loud music as the Bugman?" Greg wondered.

Speedle answered, surprising him. "I don't think H will mind, just don't overdo it." Greg nodded in thanks. As Sara couldn't see Speed, and didn't believe in ghosts, Sanders thought it would be unwise to respond out loud.

"Only one way to find out." Sara shrugged. Greg found a good station and he and Sara set to work.

Inside the car, Sanders found a long, dark hair. "This doesn't belong to either of our victims."

Sara glanced up at him. "I'll take that to DNA."

"Thanks. I'm going to keep processing. There's something about this truck that doesn't seem quite right." Sara walked off and Greg decided to speak with Speed. "You look pretty good for a dead guy."

Tim laughed. "And you aren't quite the hyperactive little lab rat I remember."

"Yeah well, people change." Greg hadn't been referred to as a 'hyperactive lab rat in a long time, and resented it.

Tim shook his head. Clearly, a lot had happened that the young CSI didn't what to talk about. He changed the subject. "Any special reason you don't carry a weapon?"

"Never really thought about it." Greg continued to talk to Speed and process the truck, blasting rock and roll as he worked. Sanders took the vehicle apart, finding guns in unexpected places. Soon, he had a pile of weapons and an SUV that was currently in pieces.

Meanwhile, Calligh was collecting the bullet Alex found in the victim's head. She thanked the ME and quickly took it the ballistics lab. The CSI found it was a match to both the bullet from original victim, and the gun Sanders had pulled out of the pool. She smiled and went to find Ryan in the AV lab.

Wolfe was hounding Cooper for information from the laptop they had found earlier. They both looked up when Calligh walked in. "Hi, guys. Please tell me you found something."

Ryan smiled at her. "Cooper was just saying that he has something."

"No I wasn't. But I do." He showed them some files on the laptop. "I found a list of inventory that has not been accounted for, and a customer list. All I have are email addresses, but they can be tracked down eventually." Dan pulled up a list of emails. "The last one says to meet in the Nevada desert. I'm going to track that down first, as that's where the first vic was found."

"Thanks Cooper." Ryan and Calligh said the same moment. They looked at each other and laughed, then went to see if Delko had gotten anywhere with the DNA from the sheets.

Valera was just giving him the results. "The DNA on the sheets came back to both of the brothers, as well as a female. I actually got a hit from CODIS. Her name is Savannah Martin. She was arrested for conspiracy to commit murder, but they didn't have enough to hold her."

Sara walked in and gave the DNA the hair Greg had found in the SUV. "Could you run a comparison to this? It could put her in our Vegas crime scene." Valera took it and set to work.

Back in the garage, Horatio walked in to find a pile of guns, other of car parts, and the stereo going full blast. "What the..?"

Greg crawled out from under the SUV. He killed the radio. "I really hope you don't want me to put the SUV back together again."

Horatio couldn't help but laugh. The young CSI vaguely reminded him of Speed.

"What is this?"

"Well, I processed the truck, and I was listening to Black Sabbath."

"You Vega CSIs sure are through." Caine laughed. "Want me to drop these off at ballistics for you?" He added, meaning the firearms that Greg had discovered.

"Yeah, thanks." Greg decided to go out for some air. He walked outside to take a quick break. Suddenly, an unmarked van pulled up and Greg was dragged inside.

A/N: Sorry this took so long. Easter Holiday and all that. nibbles chocolate bunny Also sorry 'bout the cliff hanger. I have the story mostly thought out, so the updates should be quick. Please review. I'll metaphorically share my Easter candy.