Disclaimer: I don't own CSI. Not Las Vegas anyway. I do own CSI: Los Angeles, all it's characters are mine, and no one else can use them. I don't own any of the songs I used: Californication by Red Hot Chili Peppers, and Lonely No More by Rob Thomas. They are the property of whoever created them.

A/N: Californication is the first thing in here, though it doesn't relate exactly to the story. It did however, inspire the idea of a CSI in LA, and I think that the concept of the song fits. It's like the theme song. : )

CSI: Los Angeles

Chapter 1

Psychic spies from China

Try to steal your mind's elation

Little girls from Sweden

Dream of silver screen quotations

And if you want these kind of dreams

It's Californication

It's the edge of the world

And all of western civilization

The sun may rise in the East

At least it settles in the final location

It's understood that Hollywood

Sells Californication

Pay your surgeon very well

To break the spell of aging

Celebrity skin is this your chin

Or is that war you're waging

First born unicorn

Hard core, soft porn

Dream of Californication

Dream of Californication

Marry me girl, be my fairy to the world

Be my very own constellation

A teenage bride with a baby inside

Getting high on information

And buy me a star on the boulevard

It's Californication

Space may be the final frontier

But it's made in a Hollywood basement

Cobain can you hear the spheres

Singing songs off station to station

And Alderon's not far away

It's Californication

Born and raised by those who praise

Control of population

Everybody's been there

And I don't mean on vacation

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Dream of Californication

Dream of Californication

Dream of Californication

Dream of Californication

Destruction leads to a very rough road

But it also breeds creation

And earthquakes are to a girl's guitar

They're just another good vibration

And tidal waves couldn't save the world

From Californication

Pay your surgeon very well

To break the spell of aging

Sicker than the rest

There is no test

But this is what you're craving

First born unicorn

Hard core, soft porn

Dream of Californication

Dream of Californication

Dream of Californication

Dream of Californication

Nick, Sara, and Greg headed out of the airport and into sunny Los Angeles. So this is where their killer had fled. He did have a nice taste in scenery, but Sara had a feeling that wasn't what had brought him here.

Apparently, a murder matching their guy's MO had been committed here earlier that morning. They had caught the soonest flight to California to check it out and see if it really was the killer who had somehow slipped through the fingers of the Las Vegas PD, as well as those of several cities along the way.

There was supposed to be an escort of some kind provided by the CSI's in Los Angeles, but there didn't seem to be anything of the sort. As they wandered towards the parking area, Nick pointed out a figure in a forensics jacket leaning against a black Suburban.

They headed over to the figure, they saw that it was a young man, about Greg's age, who looked a little bored. He perked up when he saw them approaching.

Sara got a confused and slightly worried look when she read the name on his jacket: 'Oxenstierna'. Hate to have to pronounce that one.

He must have noticed her staring, and her puzzled expression, because he immediately introduced himself. "Tobias Oxenstierna." He pronounced it 'ook-sen sher-na'. "I was sent to…retrieve you, and to take you to the crime scene." He eyed them for a moment and brushed back a chunk of dark brown hair off his forehead, only to have it fall right back. "Or I could stop by your hotel if you wish."

They shook their heads and said they were fine, so they piled into the Suburban and headed for the scene. It was a seedy motel room, and it looked almost identical to the three scenes in Vegas. The entire room was in disarray, except for a circle in the center of the room that was entirely clear of debris, about five feet in diameter, where there was a dried blood stain.

"We cleared the scene, and the coroner took the body already," a voice said suddenly. They turned to see a man observing them. He stepped forward and extended a hand. "Anthony Walker." He glanced at the younger man who had brought them. "I take it you've met Mr. Oxenstierna." They nodded and introduced themselves.

He then gestured to the center of the room. "Body was sitting hunched over in the middle of that circle. Single small puncture wound to the center of the chest. Any of this sound familiar?" When they nodded he continued. "Victim was a woman, mid-twenties, dressed in formal attire. Photos are being developed as we speak."

Nick spoke up, "How long ago was the body discovered?"

Anthony looked at his watch. "About two hours ago. You didn't waste any time getting over here."

"Time of death?"

"Coroner put it about three a.m."

Nick glanced at his watch. Nine-fifteen in the morning. It was going to be a long day.

After a quick stop at their hotel to drop off their luggage and such, they were taken to Los Angeles's crime lab. Upon arriving, they were introduced to the lab's supervisor, Vivian Myers. She explained what they knew so far about the case, and then led them down a hall, with Tobias in tow. As they approached the Trace lab, they could hear rock music drifting out. Greg looked at Sara and raised an eyebrow in a hey, what-do-you-know look. They entered the lab, where a young woman with dark red hair was examining something and singing to herself.

I don't wanna be lonely no more
I don't wanna have to pay for this
I don't want to know the lover at my door
Is just another heartache on my list

I don't wanna be angry no more
You know I could never stand for this
So when you tell me that you love me know for sure
I don't want to be lonely anymore

After a while she seemed to become aware that she had an audience, and she slowly peeked over her shoulder. She jumped when she saw the crowd in the doorway, and reached over to her CD player to turn it down.

"Uh… hi. Can I help you?"

Vivian gave her a brief look, then motioned to the others in the doorway. "These are the CSI's from Las Vegas. This morning's murder looks to be by the killer they're after. You've got the trace evidence from that case. What can you tell us?"

She looked uncertainly at the table in front of her. "Well, there was a blue powdery substance on the victims dress. Turned out it was chalk. The kind you use on a pool cue. And the way it was on there, in a big blotch, it was probably transfer off of his hand, maybe when he positioned the body."

Her superior gave her an approving look. "Good." She turned back to the visitors. "By the way, this is Rebekah MacRae, our resident newbie. She's getting some experience in both the field and the lab."

As Vivian led the Vegas CSI's down to the morgue to show them the body, Tobias headed into the Trace lab to talk to Rebekah.

"You know, I think she was trying to make you look like an idiot back there," he told her. "But you showed her!"

She just sighed, and reached over to turn her music back up. He stopped her by putting his hand on top of hers. "Look, I know it's not easy being the new guy…uh, but you've just got to hang in there, and they'll eventually give you some respect."

She let out a noise that sounded like it was supposed to be a snort. "Yeah. Sure. Eventually."

He gave her a little half smile and turned her music back up.

In the morgue, Nick, Sara, and Greg were looking over the corpse. It looked almost exactly like the three DB's they had already seen. The victim was always a female in her mid-twenties, and always dressed like she was going somewhere special. The dresses were all different, but would all fit right in at some upscale gala.

The only mark on any of the corpses was a single small puncture wound in the chest, that had pierced the heart.

"There was no ID on her," Vivian explained. "So, we ran her prints and got a hit in AFIS. Annette Pearson, 26. She was on file from a shoplifting charge in '98." She glanced at the file she was holding. "In Vegas, actually."

Nick raised an eyebrow. "So, did he follow her here?"

"It's possible."

"Why?" Sara asked. "Why stay in Vegas for three murders and then come all the way to LA for the next?"

"Maybe she was someone special," Greg said from the back of the group.

They all turned to look at him.

"What?" he asked. "Maybe the others were practice or something."

They all nodded. It made sense. Whoever was killing these women had a strong connection to this particular girl.

Sara stated the obvious. "We have to find out where this girl's been the past few days."