Seventeen year old, champion junior ice skater, Christina Bart entered her home away from home, the Miami-Dade Ice Rink. The time was six o'clock in the evening. Normally she had her practice times in the morning, but something had come up, and Christina had asked to switch with her fellow ice skating friend, Allison Handler. Mario Rivera, her coach wasn't happy about that. He liked a routine.

Christina sighed to herself as she walked into the woman's locker room to change into her skating clothes. Setting her stuff down, she headed into the changing room. Once dressed for practice, Christina headed to ice rink. As she was about to lace up he skates, Christina looked up, and saw a horrifying sight. Allison, her best friend was lying in a pool of her own blood, dead.

Christina began hyperventilating. Getting up she almost tripped over her duffle bag. She ran back into the locker room, grabbed her phone, and called 9-1-1.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?" the woman dispatcher asked.

"Uh… umm… my friend Allison is dead. Please help me!" Christina cried out.

"Okay miss, hold on I'll send someone out right now. Just try to relax. Help is on the way. Where are you presently located?"

Ignoring what the woman dispatcher said, Christina said, "I just talked to her earlier today and now she dead."

"I know, honey, but I need you to give me your location so I can send some help."

"What? Oh yeah… um, I'm at the Miami-Dade Ice Rink. Does that help?"

"Yes it does. I need to ask you a few more questions, but help is on the way. I can stay on the line until they arrive if you would like." You didn't have to ask Christina twice. She didn't want to be alone.

Lt. Horatio Caine arrived with a two members of his crime scene team, and Homicide Detective, Yelina Salas.

Yelina went in first followed by Horatio, and his two CSIs, Tim and Lauren Speedle. "Christina Bart! Miami-Dade Police, where are you?" Yelina shouted, gun drawn. The surrounding areas were checked and cleared.

"In here," Christina squeaked. "It's all my fault. I asked Allison to switch with me because I had to take care of something. She agreed so here I am. If I hadn't switched with her then she wouldn't have been dead. She would still be alive." She started fiddling with her fingers as she looked down at the ground.

"Sweetheart, listen to me. It's not your fault. You did nothing wrong," Lt. Horatio Caine said. He looked at Speed and motioned for him to come with him for a moment. "Hey Speed, I'm going to have you and Lauren be the lead on this case, okay." Speed scrunched up his nose and made a face. "Speed, I know you want to go home and be with your family, but I need you and Lauren here. Eric, Calleigh, and Ryan have their hands full with other cases. I can't ask them to be lead on this."

"But, H," Speed protested. "Milo and Ava are going to think Lauren and I never want to be with them anymore. I miss my kids, Horatio."

"Speed, I know. I'm sorry, but my hands are tied."

Speed sighed. "I know, H. It's just sometimes I feel like I've been missing out on things. Milo is already six and Ava just turned four."

"They grow up fast don't they?" Speed nodded. "Tell you what, do as much as you can tonight. I can have night shift take over if we need to." Speed agreed. "Okay, let's get Alexx in here so we can process the scene. We'll question Christina later to give her time to calm down." He turned to look at the frightened seventeen year old. "Hang in there, Christina."