The doors of a preschool burst opened ad no less than seventeen kids ran out of the school screaming. Their little feet sunk into the gravel-coated playground. Tiny groups of children ventured into different parts of the playground. A small blonde girl ran away from the other children playing. She ran quickly to the other side of the playground.

"Teacher! Teacher!" she yelled. She ran to the chain-link fence, separating the second half of the playground. She looked around the playground. "Teacher Nichole?"

"Shelby, what're you doing over here?" asked one of the teachers. She looked down at the little girl.

"Teacher Kira, what's wrong with Teacher Nichole?" Shelby asked. She pointed to a figure lying in the snowy grass.

"Oh my god!" Nichole cried. She grabbed Shelby and dragged her away from the fence.

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Mac Taylor stood over the body of nineteen-year-old Nichole Burgavin. Her skin was tinted blue from the extreme cold weather. Red, purple, and black coloring covered her cream skin, most likely from a beating she recently sustained. Her skull bore a deep blow in the back right. Her hands were cut up and covered in sand. A silver chain hung underneath her jacket, covering in blood.

"Nichole Burgavin, nineteen, student at the community college. She was working extra hours for car money. Been workin' here for a year and one of the kids' favorite cleanin' girl." Flack said.

"Cleaning girls?" Lindsay asked, looking up from the camera.

"The school hires these girls to clean up the classrooms. Three rooms inside, plus the outside playground. Nichole was the outside cleaner." Flack explained.

Mac knelt down next to Lindsay. His eyes looked up and down the body, looking for something that didn't fit. He lifted her hand, "Rigor hasn't even set in yet. Her skin doesn't look too deprived of oxygen."

"So she hasn't even been dead three hours." Lindsay guessed.

"Who was the last person to see her?" Mac asked.

Flack looked at his notebook. "Uh that would be Justine. She owns the building. She had Nichole do a little clean up after the kids went inside. That was about two hours ago."

"How can nobody see this? She's back here, beaten to death and no one hears a thing?" Lindsay asked. She snapped another photo of Nichole's body.

Mac looked around the area. The playground did have a blind spot to the area. They were set in front of the shed, where no windows were. Along the small concrete path, there was a chain-link fence and gate. Mac stood up and pointed. "There's a possible entrance." He walked down the path carefully. Among the tiny footprints in the snow, Mac found more. "I've got footprints."

"And I've got blood on the fence." Lindsay said.

Mac turned. Lindsay stood three feet from the body. He walked back and stood next to Lindsay.

"Hey you two got this handled? I've got the other three cleanin' girls comin' in." Flack said.

"We got it covered. Thanks Flack." Mac said. He turned back to the body.

Lindsay sighed. "She's so young, Mac. She couldn't have been more than a freshman in college."

Mac nodded. He examined the damaged portion of Nichole's skull. "Someone wanted to end this girls' life. And they did it brutally."

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yay!!I'm back. just a note, that whole clenaing the back playground is a real job...my job. it's pretty fun too. Shelby is based off of one of the kids at my work...yes i know that means i killed myself fictionally, but I've always wanted to do that with CSI.