Author's Note: I don't own them. Too bad - I think I would have some fun if I did. And please be kind - this is my first ever attempt at fan fic (but comments/suggestions are more than welcome!)

The sun was sinking low on the Las Vegas skyline. In a couple of hours the Strip would come alive as the criminals, who were waiting for the cover of darkness so they could have their fun, came out to play. And Nick Stokes and Greg Sanders were running late.

"Man, Grissom is gonna kill us!" complained Greg glancing at his watch. "We're supposed to report to work in 25 minutes. Why didn't you go to the bank this morning, when you weren't - oh I don't know - doing anything?!"

Nick couldn't help but grin at the mock outrage his friend displayed. "Cool your jets Sanders. I just have to make this deposit and we can go. We'll be at headquarters with a minute to spare". Despite his glib reply, Nick was a little worried himself. They were running behind. And Grissom would be pissed off if they were late. But the bank would be closing in a few minutes and he needed to get this money onto his credit card before the creditors came knocking on his door. He glanced at the line in front of him. Three people, a woman and two men, were waiting to be served.

"We'll be out of here in 10 minutes" he told Greg confidently.

The words had barely left his mouth when glass doors behind them shattered in an explosion of gunfire. Nick instinctively dove to the floor, dragging Greg down with him. He used his body to shield the younger man from the rain of glass.

From his vantage point on the floor, he could see three pairs of thick- soled black boots stepping up to the bank tellers.

"No body move and no body gets hurt"

Nick glanced at his watch. It looked like they were going to be late for their shift after all.