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Story Title: City Lights (part 6 is finally up)
Disclaimer: Same as usual

36543 Vineyard Road is not an easy street to find. It is hidden among the many fields of corn, wheat, Barns, horses. It is in the middle of nowhere. It is a perfect place for a gang to hang around.
The CSI vehicle made its way on the dirt road and pulled up in front of a small house, a little bit hidden by the vines that wrapped around it. The yard had not been cut in what seemed like generations and a big dog lay asleep on the front porch.
“What a place,” Warrick said as him and his supervisor exited the vehicle, their kits handle’s securely grasped by CSI’s fingers.
“You guys ready?” Brass’s voice asked as him and the other cops pulled up to the house shortly after Warrick and Grissom.
“Yes.” Grissom told Brass as the three of them walked up to the front porch, the dog quickly opening its eyes, staring at them.
But then it began to growl, bark, and jump. It went for Warrick.
“What’s going on?” A woman asked as she pulled open her front door when the dog pounced on Warrick. “Mitch, you get down from him right now!” She ordered as she tugged on the dog’s collar and managed to get him off of Warrick.
“Did you live here Ma’am?” Brass asked as the middle-aged woman pushed her dog inside of her house before looking over at Brass.
“Yes, is there a problem?”
“Might be,” Brass told her as he shined his badge at her. “I’m Jim Brass, from the Las Vegas Police Department and this is Gil Grissom and Warrick Brown, both from the Las Vegas Crime Lab. Mind if we ask you a few questions?”
The woman tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, as she looked at them, uncertain.
“It wont be long.” Grissom nodded at her as the woman bit her lip before taking in a deep breath.
“Fine.”
Brass was pleased. “Alright, your name please.”
“I thought you would know that by now but anyway, the name is Phoebe Radser.”
“Age?”
“Twenty-eight.”
“Do you live by yourself?”
Her brow rose. “If you don’t count my dog no. I have a son. I got pregnant at the age of Seventeen.”
“Did you know that your address was written on a piece of paper in the apartment of Mark Grimman?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t know who he is and my address can be found anywhere.”
“Around a place like this?” Warrick asked as he glanced around. “It’s deserted.”
Phoebe shot a glare at Warrick before turning back to Brass. “Where is this leading to?”
“We think that Mark Grimman was in on a gang attack with some other men. They shot our Lab Tech and took hostage one of our CSI’s.”
“You think I had anything to do with this?”
“We want to eliminate you as a suspect.” Grissom informed her but the woman was beginning to grow upset.
“Please leave unless you have some sort of warrant. As for now, I am done.” And with that she turned around and walked into her home slamming the door shut on the three men’s faces.
“That went well,” Warrick said sarcastically as they retreated back to their vehicles.
“I’m going to see if I can get a warrant.” Brass told them as he glanced back at the woman’s house. “The one thing I’m confused about is when we asked her if she knew Mark Grimman she suddenly said ‘You think I have anything to do with it?’”
“We didn’t say anything about the murder did we?” Warrick asked as he looked at Brass and Grissom. “That means she knows something.”
“Something that would led us to Nick?”
Warrick and Brass both looked over at Grissom who shrugged and opened up the driver side door. Maybe this woman did know where Nick was. It was the only hopeful thought the three of them could come up with for the dull, long ride home.

* * *

“Hey Greg. Your wounds healed yet?” Catherine asked as she walked into the lounge, getting herself a cup of coffee before glancing over at the lab tech and then at her coffee yet again.
Greg sat silently in a chair staring down at his coffee cup.
She glanced over her shoulder again and sighed. Quickly, she finished pouring herself some strong coffee and walked over towards him. “You okay?” She brought the cup to her lips.
He didn’t look up. He didn’t speak.
“Greg?” She asked again as she pulled up a chair and sat down in front of him. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s my fault,” he said so softly that Catherine wasn’t so sure she even heard him right.
“Your fault?”
“I mess everything up.”
“No you don’t. We’re all humans Greg.”
He shook his head and the grip on his coffee cup became tighter. “Humans shouldn’t make as many mistakes as I have.”
Catherine was silent for a moment. “Is this about Nicky?”
His voice became shaky, “Y..yes. It’s all my…f..fault Catherine.”
“That’s impossible. You two were just at the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“I ran.”
“You were trying to save yourself.”
“If I stayed-“
“They would have taken you both and we wouldn’t be able to collect as many evidence as we could.”
Suddenly, Sara bolted into the room. “They found him!” She said out of breath.
Catherine quickly turned around in her seat and Greg slowly looked up.
“What?” Catherine asked as Sara smiled at her.
“They found Nick!”