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Summary: Five crossover situations that never happened to Faith

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Multiple Crossings > Faith-Centered > Ficlet Collections(Past Donor)MhalachaiFR1352,4162158,69810 Sep 0610 Sep 06Yes

Five People: Las Vegas (CSI)

Dislcaimer for this whole story: I own nothing, not any of the Buffy or any of the other fandoms or characters. I think by now we all know the drill.


Five People: Las Vegas (CSI) (set in the early days of the show)

Gris paused in unlocking his car. Had he heard something?

He hated this, his dulled hearing, not being able to trust his senses. He lifted his head and looked around the brightly lit parking lot outside of the CSI headquarters. Four in the morning in Las Vegas was a strange time. If he was a fanciful man, he'd have said the desperation and the hard luck permeated the air.

But Gil Grissom was not a fanciful man.

He scanned the parking lot one more time. The area was empty, still.

He shook his head and went back to his car.

The desert dust covering the vehicle dulled the reflection in the glass, but Gris caught the movement, the arc of a hand reaching for him. Instinct took over, and Gris threw himself to the side, turning at the same time. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw the reaching arm dissolve into dust.

A girl, younger than Sara and dressed for a night on the town in Vegas, stared at him through a cloud of settling dust. She whipped one hand behind her back, but not before Gris saw the stick of wood in her hand.

She grinned up at him, face illuminated by the overhead lights. "Hey, you good?" she asked. He read her lips easily.

"I'm fine," he said, while trying to process what he had just seen. "Are you..."

"Sure is dusty here in Vegas, right?" the girl interrupted. "Later."

She turned on her heel and sauntered off, disappearing into the darkness.

Gris watched her go. He must have imagined the reaching arm. It wouldn't be the first time his eyes played tricks on him after so long in the office.

He just wished he knew where that cloud of dust had come from.
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