Authors Notes: So this is my first fanfic ever, and seeming that CSI Las Vegas is my favorite TV show, it's only fitting that I choose to write a fic for CSI. I really hope you guys like it a please leave comments. As I am sure all you writers out there know and love the feeling of receiving comments on your story, well I want to know that feeling too :) Also, feel free to ask questions if you want to.

So yeah, I hope you guys enjoy.

Summary: A CSI is unexpectedly kidnapped and the team desperately tries to find him. Will there be ransom for his return, or is it all just a sick act with false hopes that will leave the CSI's lost in helplessness.

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI: Crime Scene Investigation. The credit behind the creation belong to, Anthony Zuiker, Carol Mendelsohn, Jerry Bruckheimer, and anyone else who was involved in the creation of this show and its characters. So please don't sue me.

Main Characters: Greg Sanders, Nick Stokes, and Catherine Willows

Notes: Also, a few times I will be using codes, and they are accurate. 419: Dead Body, 420: Homicide, 426: Rape, 427: Kidnap

This also takes place during December of Season 10… So before Appendicitement (10x9).

Chapter 1: Just One More Case

His alarm had gone off for what seemed like the 20th time that morning. After the blaring sound of his radio pulling him out of his deep slumber, the fallowing action resulted in his heavy hand landing on the snooze button. It had been almost 5 weeks since Greg Sanders had had a day off from work, and it was really starting to take its toll on him. The thought of a long day in a bleak office with countless coffee breaks and slow moving evidence due to the lab-rat's backlogs, it all was just making him dread having to get up to go work that much further.

There was one thought that was floating around in his conscience though, and that was the promise of 3 days off after he solved his next case. Just the thought of getting to sleep for as long as he desired, it was ironically the motivation that let him finally get up and out of his warm bed.

Greg stood up and ran his fingers through his short and messy hair, and made his way over to the bathroom. He turned on the water and got into the shower; the first step that was part of his habitual morning routine. Once he was done, he grabbed one of his towels off the rack and quickly ran it through his hair before wrapping it around his waist.

The next step was to brush his teeth, and as he walked over to the mirror and wiped away the steam that hid his reflection. Finally seeing his face though, he felt like he couldn't fully recognize him self. Even though he felt like he got fairly restful four hours of sleep, the dark circles from the night before were still visible. There was also stubble starting to appear around his chin and jaw as well, and he realized that he hadn't shaved in a few days; his once very clean cut look was starting to fall apart. But still keeping his professionalism in mind, he grabbed his razor and quickly cleaned up his scruffy face.

While cleaning up his appearance, Greg started to think back to the case that he and Nick had just been working on for the past two weeks. It was the case from hell. Volatile suspects and witnesses, a mess of different stories and accusations, scattered evidence and compromised crime scenes; it was a hot case with cold leads. And to top it off, someone that they later found out was connected to the crime, completely trashed his Denali. His windows were broken, his tires were slashed, and they even keyed his car. Being an optimist though, he was at least thankful that insurance covered the damages, and he also didn't have to use up his money and gas to get to work. Because he didn't have a car, Nick had offered to pick him up and take him to work till he got his car back.

Thinking about the case that he and Nick had thankfully just finished, his optimism had started to die. Greg was happy that they had just finished The Case From Hell, as he and Nick called it, but he was then considering if when he went to work today, and if he got another case like this one. Another week, or even another day, having a case like the one he just had, he felt as if his sanity would finally be over taken and he would be on the verge of quitting his job. If the case presented its self, he would he willing to fall to his knees and beg for the case that offered the benefits of slow and easy. He could just imagine the simplicity of the case in his brain; the typical DB, a 420, fingerprints and DNA coating the scene, everything already in AFIS and CODIS, and a suspect without an alibi to top it all off. Wouldn't that be the case to smoothly lead into his 3 days off?

His thoughts were then interrupted by his phone chirping, and as he picked it up, he saw that he had received a text from Nick; it said that he was on his way to pick him up. Nick only lived about 10 minutes from his house, which meant that Greg only had about 10 minutes left to get ready; though all he really needed to do now was remove the small slivers of shaving cream from his face, brush his teeth, and get dressed, tasks that would take him no more then 5 minutes.

After brushing his perfect teeth, thanks to the 5 years of misery that he endured for the flawless results, and after rinsing his freshly shaved face, he left the bathroom and walked over to his dresser. He grabbed one of his dark blue tee-shirts and threw it on the bed, and fallowed by pulling on a pair of boxers and jeans and then attaching a belt. He put on the shirt he grabbed and then put on a black sweatshirt and zipped it up. Finally, he put on his socks and a pair of shoes, and after grabbing his wallet, keys, and phone, and he was ready to leave.

Leaving his bedroom and turning off the light, he walked over to the kitchen and started to raid his cupboards in search of something to eat. For the past two weeks, with the crime lab seeming like his primary home, he had been reduced to take out for almost every meal, and unable find the time to make it to the grocery store, the only thing he could find to eat in his empty cupboards was an open pop tart wrapper with only a half of a pop tart in it. Another breakfast to skip, hurray his mind mocked in sarcasm beneath a heavy sigh and a growling stomach.

The chirp from his phone finally started to go off again as he saw that he got another message from Nick; it said that he was here. Greg left the depressing sight of his bare cupboards and grabbed his jacket that was hanging on the back of one of his kitchen chairs and headed for the front door. He turned off all of the lights in his home, left his apartment, locked the door behind him, and made his way down to the front entrance, where he knew Nick was waiting.

Walking outside, he saw Nick waiting in his car, so he walked over to it. As he approached Nick's Tahoe, and went to open the door, it was still locked, so he knocked on the glass, letting Nick know to open it.

Nick got the message, though as his hand started to search for the button to unlock the car door, he started to yawn again, just like he had been all morning. He finally found the button though and the door unlocked, allowing Greg to get into the car.

Opening the car door, he started to get in and after getting comfortable in the warm car, he put on his seat belt. He then turned to Nick to thank him for picking him up, but as he looked at him, he saw him yawn again. Greg let a chuckle pass his lips, think it was funny that his friend actually seemed more exhausted then he was, which seemed impossible. "So how you doing" he asked, with a small smile on his face.

Nick's painful yawn had finally passed, and after rubbing his fingers across his eyes to dab away his watery ducts, he replied, "Tired" with a chuckle. "You" he then returned the question.

"Tired" he replied. "That case frickin beat my ass to a pulp. I swear, I don't think… I have… ever been… so tired before" Greg continued to say, but he then found him self caught in a yawn as well.

Nick laughed as well, like how Greg had before. The case that they had finally finished had completely drained them, and seeing the same level of exhaustion in Greg that he knew was in him as well, he couldn't help but laugh at it. "Yeah, same here" Nick replied, and then he put his car in park, and started to head down to the lab.

Driving to the lab, there was silence in the car, which almost never happened between them, but they both knew how tired they both were. Regardless of how tired he was though, Greg couldn't stand the silence, and broke it, to Nick's unfortunate despair. "So, any plans for the weekend, or are you working?"

Nick let out a heavy sigh before he answered. He didn't want to have to think about carrying out a conversation; just focusing on the road seemed hard enough as it is. But he still responded to Greg, and he hoped that his answer wouldn't give Greg the opportunity to lead into any in-depth conversation. "I've got the weekend off and I strictly plan to catch up on my sleep."

Greg heard the blandness in Nick's voice, and after getting to know Nick pretty well after their ten years of friendship, this was his tone that announced that he wasn't really in that mood to talk. Greg understood that Nick was exhausted, as he was too, but still, he hated the silence that filled the car. Though in comparison, he would rather sit in the awkward silence then have to sit, trapped in a moving car, and forcible attempt to bare the twang of country-western music. He would rather sit in silence.

Hearing no returned response from Greg, Nick realized that his simple-response plan had worked. He was inwardly happy to see that he wouldn't have to carry out a conversation that he probably wouldn't have much interest in. But as Nick casually glanced over at Nick, he could see a gloomy gaze on Greg's face. He as well knew what Greg's dismayed face truly meant, and it said that he still wanted to talk. A key trait to Greg's personality, being a sociable person, it was something that was always there, and he knew it was practically torture for him to sit in silence. The silence had bugged Nick too, and the alternative to silence with his favored country music, which he knew Greg despised. Processing all this in his mind, for the sake of his friend, Nick opened his mouth again and proceeded to carry out the conversation that Greg had attempted to start. "So what about you; any plans for this weekend?"

Greg looked up at Nick for a quick second, surprised that he actually initiated the continuation of the conversation. He kept his happiness to himself though, not wanting Nick to look at him as if he was nuts from just asking a simple question, and for a reason that he thought would be unapparent to Nick. Finally ignoring his thought process that he realized was starting to awkwardly carry out, Greg answered Nick's question. "I'm actually not sure how this weekend is going to work out right now. It's kinda weird. Catherine told me that once I solve my next case, I can have three days off. But tomorrow, there is this one night only Marilyn Manson concert that he is going to be playing in the desert, and I've got tickets and I really wanna go."

"Then you should go" Nick suggested.

"Well I want to, but I think it would count for one of my days off" Greg then reasoned back to Nick with dismay in his voice.

"Oh, so then you would only have the two days instead of three?"

"Yeah, and I'm telling you, I need a good break. Plus, I need a car to get there and I haven't found anybody who wants to go with me, and even if I did go, I seriously think I would be way to tired."

"I'm sure the screaming heavy metal would be able to wake you up."

"I slept through a blaring alarm clock in my ear this morning; you wanna rethink that" Greg quipped. "So are you really just gonna sleep the weekend or do you actually have plans?" He then questioned Nick again.

"Well I was being half serious about the sleeping thing, but Saturday, I'm taking my girl out to dinner and you know, having a date night I guess" Nick explained. Then a question for Greg became sparked in his mind. "And speaking of dates, when was the last time that you've had one?"

The faint smile that was on Greg face started to subside once Nick asked this. "I feel completely pathetic talking about it."

"So I'm taken you haven't had a date in a while" Nick assumed due to Greg's response to his personal question.

"Well for about the past two months, my life has been work. I have been working non stop for the past five weeks and that is from the last day that I had off from work. Then before that single day that I had off, I had been working three straight weeks as well. So with only that one day off in about 56 days, let's just say that I took advantage of my sleep on that day off. So yeah, love, and most importantly sex life, it's an embarrassment for a guy who lives in Vegas."

"I know what you mean. I've had my times where I've gone a month or two without gettin' anything. This job will do that to you."

"And it sure as hell doesn't help that we work nights. We're working while everyone else is playing."

"That's why I think that office dating shouldn't be prohibited. If you meet someone at this job, you should be able to have a relationship with them. They understand that with this job, there are odd and irregular hours. And working with them, you could see them and have a relationship. I think it would be a hell of a lot better then just spending your day with a decomposing corpse. Also, then you wouldn't have to explain to your girlfriend why you were late and have to apologize to her over and over again for showing up late and that you were late because you were in the middle of processing some vital piece of evidence." Nick had finally ended his frustrated rant to Greg, and finished it off with a heavy sigh.

Greg caught on to the increasing frustration in Nick's voice and could tell that he was basically venting to him. "I'm taken that your girlfriend isn't a fan of your hours. Is she pissed?"

"You have no idea man? What do you think our date night's for?"

"Wow, relationships just sound great right now, especially since you added the thrill of having a pissy girlfriend because of my job. Thanks Nick."

"I'm telling you; find someone who works the same hours as you or at least understands that being a CSI means odd hours. It will make your life a hell of a lot easier."

"I'll keep that in mind."

"You know, speaking of relationships, I had this friend back in college, and I think you two could have made a good couple. I swear, when I came here and met you, you reminded me of her."

"Wow, thanks Nick; you're comparing me to a girl. I really appreciate that" Greg laughed in a serious way.

"No man, if anything, I'm comparing her to a guy. She was just really fun and laid back and just a really cool person to be around. She's one of those girls who would rather go to a football game and eat hot dogs and drink beer till we puked our selves. But dammit, it sucked though 'cause like as awesome as she was, she had this friend, and I swear, if I was locked in a room with her for even 5 minutes, there would have been a crime scene to clean up after bashing my head against a wall till I bled to death. She was annoying and she whined all the time, and she was that stereotypical dumb blonde with the high pitched laugh and bitched that if she ate a rice cake she would get fat."

"I'll take the one who's fun and laid back."

"Yeah, she was the best."

"How long did you two go out for?

"Oh we didn't date."

"Really, how come, I mean you seem to talk highly enough about her, how come you guys didn't go out?"

"We just got along really well. We both took the same courses and had the same classes and we just quickly built a friendship with each other. Plus, my girlfriend was best friends with her and after I introduced one of my buddies, the four of us just all got really close."

"And for someone who you built a quick friendship with, and you have mentioned her even before your girlfriend, and all you have to say is that you two were just friends."

"You know, I can tell your trying to dig deep here Greggo. So I'll tell you. We were alone together one night, and we kissed, to see if there was something, and after we did, we both started laughing. I'm not kidding man; it felt like I was kissing my sister, and she felt the exact same way. So nothing happened in that relationship, and I am really glad that nothing did. She ended up being one of my best friends in college."

"And that was all that happened?

"I wouldn't want anything more to happen. I am telling you Greg, the kiss was weird enough."

"Well did you guys keep contact?"

"Unfortunately we didn't."

"Then why were you saying that you could hook me up with her?"

"Greg I just mentioned her. I have no idea where's she's at. Last I heard from her was right after college ended and she told me that she got two job offers at crime labs, one in Seattle and one in Miami. I do remember her saying that she was considering joining the one in Seattle. But hell, she could be in Seattle, Miami, she could still be in Texas, or she could have gone back home to Nevada, or she could be down in frickin Antarctica for all I know."

"So you just decided to mention a girl you think would be perfect for me, a guy who has gotten any in two months, all to say that you don't know where the hell she is. Do you enjoy building up my hopes just to shatter them? I'm just curious."

"I was just saying that if you guys knew each other I think you two could have made a good couple. I didn't think you were planning on going out on this quest to find her."

"I need to get laid" Greg firmly enunciated

"Well here's another hope to be shattered; she's not exactly that one night stand type that you're so use to. She would have just shot you down and your night would have been screwed."

"At least something would have been screwed" Greg quick-wittedly quipped with a bitter humor.

Nick couldn't help but laugh at this. It was just Greg's humor. He could tell that there was a seriousness in his voice though, and with that, Nick was able to make a certain assumption. "You're gettin' sick of the one night stands."

"I've been sick of them for a while. It's just the same thing over and over again, find a pretty girl at a bar or club, take her home, and then the next morning, never seeing her again. I'm just ready to have a relationship. I'm ready to see a girl still be in my bed by the time I wake up."

"You're ready for commitment."

"Well not like marriage, or at least right now."

"Well I assumed that Greg. I'm in a committed relationship right now, but the thought of marriage hasn't even crossed our minds. I get it Greg; you just simply want a girl in your life."

Surprisingly to Nick, carrying out the conversation he just had with Greg seemed to make the drive go by really fast. He was now just pulling into the parking garage and pulled his Tahoe into its regular spot that he usually got almost every day.

Knowing that it was now time to bring the conversation to a close, though stuck in a slight gloom, Greg decided to end it on a positive note. "Well maybe during the three days that I'm off, I can find someone."

Playing along with the optimism, Nick then added, "Watch, our assignment today is going to be along the lines of a bachelorette party or a wedding. Maybe you'll get lucky there."

"Yeah, but watch, the girl I would hook up with, she'll end up being the killer in the end."

"And luring you in was all apart of her devious plan all along and she'll be just thrilled that she was able to pull you into her little trap."

"You know, I like a girl who's got a little devilish side to her, maybe this whole imaginary concept isn't such a bad idea."

"And you'll both live happily ever after, on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays from noon to four."

"But before she gets arrested, I'll take her to that Marilyn Manson concert because she just so happens to love his music too. We'll be banging our heads and making love in the crowd to Tainted Love. Hey maybe I should go to the concert and cross my fingers that Dita Von Teese will be there. Like maybe she will have this random need to see her ex-husband perform live in the middle of the Nevada desert."

"And you're thinking you could hook up with her?"

"This is Vegas Nick, the city of luck and lust. I still haven't hit that jackpot yet."

"Well I don't think you're going to be hittin' it with her."

"I thought we were keeping to the whole positive perspective here."

"I am. I am telling you not to get your hopes up so they can be shatter."

Langston was normally the first CSI to show up for the beginning of his on any day. Being a man who took pride in his work, whether is was being a doctor, professor, or a CSI, he always made sure he made his impressions. He always arrived on time, or even early, he would always take upon a challenge with his work, and always showed great respect for his colleagues and superiors.

Today being like any other day, being the first to arrive, he headed over to his locker and quickly dropped off his coat and then made his way over to his supervisor's office to receive his next assignment. Approaching her office, her door was already open, and Langston saw before him sitting his strawberry-blonde supervisor with her nose buried deep in a case file. Langston knocked on the frame of her door before he entered, and then greeted her as he began to walk in. "Good evening Catherine" he said with his modest tone and complimented it was his gapped-tooth grin.

Catherine looked up at seeing her first CSI arrive and wasn't surprised to see it was Langston. She returned the smile to Langston and replied to his simple greeting "Good evening to you too Ray."

After the average daily greeting, with his mind focused on one particular case, he immediately asked Catherine "So with our assignments today, I was wondering if you think any of them could possibly be related to our first Jekyll victim." Ever since their first victim of the mysterious Dr. Jekyll, Joseph Bigelow, Langston has been waiting for this ruthless killer to strike again. But his patience was starting to wear thin, and it showed as he continually questioned Catherine if there was a possible lead to his newly building obsession.

Catherine had quickly noticed that this was starting to become a routine question that Langston had for her, and as like all the other times, today was still no different. "We haven't seem to of gotten any other leads to Jekyll Ray. I also have talked to Doc Robbins and he said that he would let me know if he found anything that would seem related with what happened to Joey Bigelow."

Another night thinking about who this mystery killer could be, and another night pondering when he would strike again. Returning his mind to work though, he finally simply questioned Catherine about the assignments that he and the other CSI's would receive today, "So what about the assignments for today?"

With his words, she could only think in her mind with a small smile playing on her lips "Typical Langston". But the news that she had to give him was anything but typical, at least for the Las Vegas Crime Lab. "Actually Ray, I don't have any assignments to give to you today. I don't have any assignments for anyone" she announced in a matter-of-fact tone.

Langston's eyes narrowed on her face. After she said this, finding it hard to believe, he studied her face, trying to see if he could call her bluff, if she was in fact bluffing. "We don't have any assignments as in…" he asked, waiting to an explanation.

"Well because you and I and Nick and Greg both had been working two big cases for the past two weeks, the day shift has been taking over a lot of the cases. So right now, we just don't have a case" she explained, but after hearing her own words, she figured that she would even have a hard time believing what she was saying. Especially based off the fact that they work in Sin City where the city is alive 24/7.

After explaining this though, finally hearing her words aloud, her little voice inside of her head that had been nagging her throughout the morning was starting to return. Waking up today, there was one thought in her mind. After the long two weeks that she had just endured, she just didn't want to go to work today. Her mind was strictly set on the fact that she gets to have tomorrow off, and with the promise of a warm bed to which she could rest her heavy head and savor her hours of needed rest, work was the last place that she wanted to be.

Removing her self from reality for a few seconds, lost in her at-home fantasy, her momentarily session of spacing-out was interrupted as she heard another knock on her door. Looking up, she could see Nick and Greg both standing in the door way.

"Hey Cath" both Nick and Greg had greeted their boss as they both entered her office as well.

Once again, fallowing in the polite and habitual greeting, "Hey guys" she simply acknowledged.

"So what are our assignments today?" Greg asked, as he always did when he entered her office at the start of a new case. Though he was still tired, he was eager to get going on his days work. In his mind he figured that the faster he got to work, then the faster this case could end and the sooner he could finally enjoy his days off.

Hearing the same question coming for Greg's mouth, Catherine let out a heavy sigh as she realizing that she was now going to have to explain the whole situation with how she didn't have any cases for them all over again. Having just been removed from her fantasy of her nice warm bed and brought back to the reality of work, it put her in a slightly sour mood, but she didn't let it show. "I have nothing to give you guys right now" she blandly announced.

Like Langston, both Nick and Greg's eyes narrowed with a questionable confusion written on their face. Not completely understanding what she meant, Nick was the first to speak up. "What do you mean by you don't have anything for us? Like we don't have any cases today or what?"

Catherine just nodded her head, acknowledging that what Nick thought was the truth.

After Catherine nodded her head, Greg immediately thought that she was just pulling their legs; that this could just be a sick joke. After Ecklie forcing them all to come in and work after they all just closed a really big case, it was then frustrating to hear that he could have waken up for nothing; just coming into work today just to sit around a lab. He didn't want to come into work today and he did just want an easy case that didn't require a whole lot of thought and effort, but he would rather work then waste his time sitting in the break room for hours.

His voice sounding frustrated and defeated, he started to call out what he thought was Catherine's bluff. "Come on Catherine. I'm not in the mood for a prank this morning. I didn't want to come in today, I am tired as hell, and I have the thought of my three days off on my mind, and I really just need a break. So please, can I just have my assignment" Greg fussed.

Catherine was surprised by the gloomy sounding defeat in Greg's voice. Always the lively one, it was an obvious statement for him when he was tried and felt grumpy, and this was one of those moments. She felt a slight joy inside of her knowing that she was now going to be able to offer Greg this uplifting news. "Greg, I am being completely serious right now. Because we were all so busy for the past two weeks, day's just kept getting the new cases. And right now, there hasn't been a call for a new case. So for once, nothing bad has happened in Sin City."

"So your completely serious right now Cath? There isn't a single new case for us?" Nick questioned again with a growing smile on his face.

Confirming Nick, Greg, and Langston once again, "There is not one case for us to work on right now. If we get anything, Brass said that he would give me a call" she stated with a smile on her face as well.

"Well what are we going to do while we are waiting for Brass to call" Langston asked, being the one basically stating that he didn't want to just sit around and do nothing.

Right as Ray asked this though, as if on cue, Greg's stomach started to rumble, and it caught everyone's attention. Clutching his stomach, he made his reasonable suggestion. "Well you guys wanna go and get some food" Greg asked with a pleading smile, desperately wanting a filling meal.

"You shouldn't have skipped breakfast man" Nick joked in a serious way in between a small laugh.

"I only had a half of an open pop tart in my cupboard that was probably stale. Even if I ate that, I doubt it would have made a difference" Greg practically threw back at Nick, defending his starving stomach.

"I think it sounds like a good idea" Catherine reasoned, agreeing with Greg, and also wanting to get a good meal in the exhausted man.

Greg turned to Catherine and gave her a smile, glad to see that there was at least someone on his side. Turning back to acknowledge everyone else though, he made his second suggestion, "Do you guys wanna go to Frank's?"

In the back of his mind, Nick had anticipated the restaurant that he knew Greg would choose, and he anticipated correctly. Hearing the name Frank's, Nick instantly let out a heavy sigh. "Greg, we always go there man."

It was the same complaint that Greg figured he should have expected from Nick. But defending him self yet again, he said "And we've been over this before. It's tradition."

"There isn't really a tradition if we always go there, which we do."

"That is the tradition; we always go there. Plus, Frank's is cheap."

"I know its cheap; the prices and the food. I don't know if you remember but I had a fly in my soup" Nick debated, knowing that if he mentioned the vile vermin that he found in his food would put in favor of not going to Frank's Diner.

But once again, Greg threw back Nick's retort, saying "Then don't order the soup."

Then to further support Greg, Catherine went against Nick and reminded the Texan, "May I remind you Nicky, but you voluntarily chose to eat the fly."

Dammit, she remembered Nick silently cursed in his mind, now knowing that there was no way out of this one. He had a feeling that they would be going to Frank's.

"Oh yeah, I remember that" Langston said with a smile as he reminisced on that day; it was his first day at CSI and Nick Stokes had already left his memorable impression in his mind.

"So Nick, Mr. Eater of Flies, how does Frank's sound?" Catherine quipped with a playful smile along her lips.

Standing there, he already knew that they would already be going to Frank's Diner, so there was no way that he would be able to convince his way out of this one. "Well as long as I don't have to pay."

"I'll pay" Greg instantly offered seeming that he was the one who recommended going out for food in the first place. He then turned to face Catherine and with a genuine smile but a laugh in his voice, he said, "Plus I owe you for being on my side with this."

"Don't flatter yourself Greggo; I'm not one for taking sides" Catherine then quipped at him, though she knew all along she was taking Greg's side, she just wouldn't admit to it aloud.

"Well whose car should we take?" Nick then asked, now wanting to leave to go and get some free food, realizing that he was hungry now too. But like Catherine, only wanting to keep his dignity, he didn't let his eagerness for a meal show.

"Well just in case we get a call, I think it would be a good idea if you and Greg went to Frank's in your car and then Langston and I can ride together" Catherine suggested

"Alright sounds good Catherine" Nick said.

With their plan to waste time now in play, the four CSI's made their way down to the parking garage and started to head off to Frank's Diner and Coffee Shop.

Captain of Homicide Jim Brass was sitting in office reviewing and filling out some paper work that he needed to get sent over to Ecklie so that he could review the paper work that he requested. Today was a slow day for him as well. All he could really do besides the paper work was sit at his desk, which he stated. What he really liked about being a detective was being able to get out side and be able to hunt down the bad guys. Instead, he was being reduced to the confided four walls and had to read over a case file which he truth be told, had little interest in.

Brass had been sitting in his office, waiting for his phone to ring, for about 3 hours now. He had wished he could have gone out to eat with Catherine and the rest of her team when she came in and invited him to join about 45 minutes ago. But due to the duties of his job, he wasn't able to leave to leave to office that he dreaded having to possible spend hours in.

2 hours and 45 minutes sitting in a lonely office, it was all finally going to come to an end, and Sin City would finally come back to life.

Judy, the labs secretary, walked into Brass's office and with her cheerful voice and delicate smile, she announced to the Detective, "Brass, I have an Officer who just called for you. He said that there is a woman who was just raped in her home." Judy then started to approach his desk and handed him a sticky note with the Officer's name and the victim's address written on it.

Brass took the note from Judy's small hand as she handed it took his. "Is this all" he asked.

"Yes sir" she modestly responded.

"Thanks Judy." Brass then started to get up from his chair and grabbed his coat and keys and started to leave his office. He made his way down to the parking garage, and got into his car and started to head off to the address on the paper. But before he pulled out of the parking lot, he dialed the number that he knew by heart of the officer at his new victim's house. He was going to find out more about the first case in Vegas tonight.

Though Nick thought that he would have hated going to Frank's Diner yet again, he was once again proven wrong. Simply enjoying the atmosphere of spending time with his close coworkers and even closer friends, it was just the care freeness of it all that made this for a perfect Friday morning with his fly free steak and eggs.

It was the same thought that was shared from them all. With work claiming all of their lives, it was just nice to relax and enjoy each others company that they all loved and missed.

At this moment, work was the last thing on their mind, but it still didn't stop Catherine's phone from ringing. Catherine started to sift through the contents in her purse looking for her cell, and once it was in her hand, she saw it was Brass, and finally took the call. "Willows" she answered.

"Hey Catherine, its Brass. I hope you're all done with your breakfast, because I just got a case for you guys."

"Yeah we were just finishing up Brass. What do we have?"

"You guys have a 426 in the victim's home. I'll brief you all when you get here, and I'll send you the address as well" stated Brass.

"Alright thanks. We'll leave right now. Bye" said Catherine, and she hung up her phone.

Once Langston saw Catherine end her conversation, he quickly asked with a voice filled with all the interest in the world. "Catherine, what did Brass say? Do we have a crime scene?"

Hearing Ray's enthusiasm yet again in his voice, she smiled and answered "We have a 426. He said that he will brief us when we get there. So it looks like we've got a crime scene boys."

The four CSI's all stood up and started to leave the restaurant. Langston fallowed Catherine to her car, and Nick head to his to get it started up. Greg, who said that he was going to pay for their meal fallowed through and quickly paid for the food before he got into Nick's car. Once Catherine received the address, she knew exactly where it was. Having grown up in Vegas, Catherine knew this city like the back of her hand. Seeing that Nick was also ready to leave, she pulled out of the parking lot, and started to head off to her new crime scene.

"So we have the rape of a 23 year old woman. She said that she was coming home from work and that she was attacked from behind while she was opening her door. She said that he raped her in her bed room and that it went on for a few hours apparently. She also didn't get a look at him seeming the he not only wore a mask, but he also kept her blindfolded" Brass stated to the four CSI's.

"Where is she right now?" Catherine asked.

"She is getting treated right now by one of the medics. She is sitting in the ambulance right now."

"Who contacted the police?" Langston then asked.

"Her statement said that her attacker called the police. When the police arrived, they barricaded the door to get in, and when they found her, she was apparently tied to her bed, and she was gagged and blindfolded."

"Did she say if she knew who her attacker was?" asked Catherine.

"She said that she couldn't recognize his voice, so it could be random or it could have been personal."

While Brass was briefing the CSI's his phone began to ring in his pocket. Retrieving his phone, he saw that it was another Officer calling him, and he knew that he had to take this phone call. "Hey will you guys excuse me for a minute" he said to the four waiting CSI's and he then made off to the side to take the call. "This is Brass."

"Hey Jim, this is Officer Michaels. Listen I just got a call about a possible kidnapping. Someone in a near by building saw a struggle going on through the window of an old building and he said that it spilled over into the alley way. The attacker then apparently shoved the guy in the trunk of his car and then drove off. I just went to the scene and there are signs of a struggle and there is also blood here. I was wondering if maybe you have a free CSI that you could send over to come and take a look."

"Yeah Michaels, have some guys that can come over. Send me the address and they will be over soon."

"Thanks Brass" and the Officer on the other line and hung up the phone.

Brass hung up the phone as well, and walked back over to the four CSI's. "Alright, so we've got a second case in Vegas tonight. We got a call that there is a possible 427; who wants it?"

As the team's supervisor, Catherine took charge of the assignments. "Well I think our victim here could feel more comfortable talking to a woman so I think that Ray and I will stay back here and work this one, so Nick, Greg, if you wouldn't mind taking the 427. Also, once you finish this case, both of you guys can have your days off alright."

"Sure Catherine. No problem" said both Nick and Greg.

"Great; sounds good. So I'll send you guys the address and tell you a little more about the case after I get squared away with Ray and Catherine alright, then you two can head on over there" informed Brass.

"Sounds good" said Nick and Greg.

So my first chapter complete. I hope you guys enjoyed it. This chapter was basically what any first chapter is, and that is an introduction. In my second chapter though, which I will post in three days, that is where the angst begins.

Also, to my amigo's who are equally obsessed with Greg Sanders as I am, I hope you guys caught and liked my small reference to A Kiss Before Frying and my mentioning Dita Von Teese.