I've had this on my mind for a while and figured, what the hell? Rating is definitely going up later on. Ironically, i've already written the end, I just need the bits in between.

Don't own it, never have.

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"I'm telling you, the lady gave me the cash, asked for the room. I give her the key, she goes up. She comes down, greets some dude in the foyer, they disappear for a while."

"How long is a while?"

"2, maybe 3 hours I guess. They come back, say good night go their separate ways. When I get back this morning, she hasn't checked out so I go up. Some people just leave and don't bother letting me know. I knock, no answer, so I go in. Find the old lady on the floor. Felt for a pulse, called you guys."

"Look, I've been in the room, there's no body."

"Paramedics took her 'bout five minutes before you showed up."

"Did she show you any ID?"

"Nah man. She barely even looked at me, never spoke a word. I asked her stuff but she didn't answer so I let her be."

Greg and Sara chose that moment to make an appearance. Brass told the idiot he was interviewing to stay out and walked over to the CSIs.

"72 year old female, no ID. Clerk says she payed cash, checked in alone. When she didn't come down to check out or pay for the extra night, he went into the room, found her and called 911. We're still waiting for the paramedics who picked her up. Second floor, room 235."

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TWENTY MIUNTES LATER

"Mandy is gonna love us when we get back to the lab." Sara spoke to Greg while lifting print number 47 from the night stand.

"Hey guys."

"You have good timing Jim, cause I need coffee."

"Something wrong?"

"Constant shift change is messing with my head."

"Too bad. Found the guys that took the old lady."

Brass stepped aside to allow the white clad paramedics entrance. Sara looked less than thrilled.

"Of all the EMTs in Vegas, why does it have to be you Hank?"

"Cant help it that I'm doing my job Sara."

"Right. And how's Elaine?" No matter how hard she tried, that question would never sound innocent.

"Engaged and pregnant. To someone else. 'Bout you?"

"I'm actually here on consort until my research grant gets funded. Right now though, I have an unidentified woman and a possible crime scene. You take any polaroids?"

Slightly agitated that she wouldn't talk, he handed them over. She took one look at them under her flashlight before ripping her gloves off and walking from the room, pulling Brass in tow.

"You have to call Nick, see if he can swap cases with me."

"Can I ask why?"

"Conflict of interest."

"Conflict of- you know her?"

Sara handed the photo over.

"Its Gil's mother."