Disclaimer: I do not own CSI and I am not making any money by writing this story. Author's note: This occurs after the last episode of the third season. Grissom is still in the hospital.

The lights of Vegas stand out brightly against the darkness of the dessert night. However, the city never seems to sleep. Cars zoom through the streets and nightclub music spills out onto the sidewalks. It starts out as a night that would just blend in with the rest, but then time appears to stop. The world focuses in on a single busy street. The top windows of the buildings on either side of the block open and shadowy figures stick their upper bodies out. Shots rain down onto cars and pedestrians. This night becomes a reminder that crime never makes sense.

I know this is short, but it's just the tag for the beginning.