Las Vegas: September 10, 2006

[lvpd_sidle]

It might be September, but there is little danger of getting cold in Las Vegas.

The city never sleeps, and neither do the various branches of law enforcement.

The lab is busy when Sara and Mark walk in through the door--Swing shift is leaving and Night shift is about to begin.

Music is playing, an old song by The Who. The atmosphere isn't tense, indicating that there are no pressing cases.

Just another night in Vegas.

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[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Mark grins. "Exactly." He's got that quasi-innocent face on now, as he just looks at her. "It happens. Try to get one reason out of Adam or Joanne sometime. It won't work."

[lvpd_sidle]

"Somehow, I'm not surprised." She glances at her watch and blinks. "Wow--it's almost 5am. Want to get something to eat?"

[bohemian-mark.livejournal.com]

Mark blinks. "Damn. I didn't realize it was that late. Er, early?" He doesn't mind. He's stayed up many nights, and it's just another night for him. "I'd love to go get some food."

[lvpd_sidle]

"Grissom, I'm going on dinner break."

"Two hours late, Sara."

"Bite me." She takes Mark's hand. "Let's go."