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Author's note: Hey y'all. This is a collaboration! I know her as my roommate! You know her as Sillygirl8406!!! The author of the popularCSI story, "In the Blink of an Eye"! This is my first CSI fan fic. Hope u like :)

Summary: When a girl is found dead in a dorm laundry room, it's up to the CSI team to find out "whodunit".

Katie Walker shut her room door behind her and headed down the hall with her laundry basket. She waved 'hi' to the other girls in her dorm as she passed by open doors that blared music throughout the hall.

"Hey Katie! We're going out to the Lambda Alpha Chi party tonight, wanna come?" one of the girls hollered out at her while she was applying mascara.

Katie stopped and walked back to the open door and looked in at her friend.

"I can't. I have a report due tomorrow," Katie replied, pouting.

"Oh, I guess we're gonna go guy shopping without you then."

"Have fun."

"Oh, don't worry. We will."

She continued down the hall to the laundry room. She noticed the light was out before she even got to the room. She reached around the doorframe and flipped the light on before she even cleared the hallway. She walked right to the first washer. As she loaded the washer something on the floor caught her eye. She looked closer and realized that it looked like blood flowing out from under the last washer. She walked over to the open area between the washers and driers and looked at where it was coming from. Katie's scream echoed through the hall as she saw the source of the blood. A girl was leaning half way between the washer and the wall behind it, dead.

Gil Grissom and Catherine Willows ducked under the crime scene tape. They both were carrying their evidence kits. It was their first call of the night. Night shift just started when the call came in, a 419 at UNLV. Catherine observed the laundry room as Grissom walked straight to Captain Jim Brass, who was trying his hardest to stay clear of the evidence since the laundry room itself was no bigger than the average-sized dorm rooms.

"I heard laundry was murder, but this is ridiculous."

Grissom raised an eyebrow at him then glanced over his shoulder at the area where the body was being looked over by David, the assistant coroner.

"So, what do we have?"

"Student, Katie Walker found the deceased. She was doing laundry when she noticed blood coming out from under the washer. She then alerted the whole dorm about the body by letting out an ear-piercing scream. That's when another student, Amy Douglas, came in and got Katie out and called us."

Catherine walked up next to him at that point, "Well, thanks for the play-by-play."

"No problem. Also, unlike me, the first officer on the scene was born yesterday. He touched the body on the neck to see if the girl was dead. Officer Randy Mathers, UPD."

"There's campus police for you."

"He's waiting outside to be fingerprinted and to get the third degree from me or," he looked over at Grissom, "you."

"I'll give you the hone of the riot act. I'll just fingerprint him." He looked over at Catherine. "Start processing. I'll be in the hall."

Grissom headed over the responding officer with Brass, silently. The young university officer looked up at them, timidly.

"Now, look. Before you saying anything. I know I messed up. I just…panicked. It's my first homicide," Officer Mathers said, running his fingers through his hair, nervously.

Brass and Grissom exchanged looks.

"Who said this was a homicide?" Brass questioned, casually. The officer looked up, confused.

"Well, who kills themselves in a laundry room?" he asked, looking back and forth between Brass and Grissom.

"I've seen stranger places," Grissom piped up. Catherine returned to Grissom and Brass, setting down her evidence kit.

"Well, I don't think we have a suicide on our hands," she said, looking at Grissom.

"What makes you say that?" Grissom asked. Catherine shifted her weight, looking at Grissom.

"Well, besides that she committed suicide in a very unlikely place, I found blood spatter on the walls away from the body." Grissom turned to Officer Mathers.

"Well, now that your theory may be correct, do you have any other philosophies?" Mathers looked up at Grissom, blankly.

"Don't mind him, buddy," Brass said, and turned to Grissom. "You still gonna fingerprint him?"

"May I see your hands, please?" Grissom smirked at Mathers, as he held out his hands, palms up for Grissom. As Grissom began fingerprinting him, Brass turned to Catherine.

"Find anything else?" Catherine and Brass turned away from Officer Mathers and Grissom.

"Well, the weapon is actually still at the scene. It was found in her hands. Also, a bloody towel was found in one of the nearby washers." Just then Greg Sanders walked up to Catherine and Brass.

"Sorry I'm late. Traffic's murder."

"Apparently so is doing laundry," Brass replied, dryly. Greg raised an eyebrow.

"Say what?" Brass and Catherine quickly fill Greg in.

"Why would anyone kill someone in a laundry room?" Greg wondered aloud. Grissom was suddenly next to him.

"Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't," grinned at his confused colleagues.

(Insert theme song. Author sings loudly along with it. "Whoooooooo are you? Who? Who? Who? Who? I reeeeally wanna know!!!")

Commerical Break!

Coming soon: the CSI board game! Just like Clue, you can play CSI and find out "whodunnit"! Who killed Ecklie??? Was it Grissom in the break room with the knife?!?Or was it Greg, in Ecklie's office with the revolver?? Only you can find out! (Not really, don't email me asking about this game, i'm being silly!)

TBC – Maybe? If you guys like it?? Pleeeease review!!!