Author's Note: I'm really sorry this chapter took so long to write! :( I hope no one's too mad and is going to boycott me now. Curse you writer's block and school! ;) Well I hope you enjoy this chapter, lots of fun things await!

Warning: Major reference to Elephant's Memory.

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds, Spencer Reid, CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, Gil Grissom or Jim Brass. Alas, CBS is their proud owner.

"Markovic, we've got a lead," said Jim as he and Gil entered the detective's office.

"Can you look up an Eric Fletcher for us?" asked Gil.

Markovic typed the name into his computer. "Let's see… Junior at Western High School, same as the vic. Hmm… Got a record for misdemeanors. Assault mostly. You like this kid for stabbing our vic?"

"We'll need an address, Al."

"I'll take that as a yes. Okay, he lives with his parents, Aaron and Anita Fletcher in Summerlin…"

The two CSI's walked up the stairs to the door of a large, obviously upper-class estate.

"And we're sure this is the right house?"

"Well, according to Markovic it is," Gil said, ringing the doorbell.

After a few moments an irritated looking, well-dressed woman opened the door. "Can I help you?"

"Mrs. Fletcher?" Jim asked, unsure of himself.

"It's Ms. Gibson. 'Mrs. Fletcher' makes me feel old."

The two men glanced at each other in amusement, but quickly sobered up. "Ms. Gibson, I'm Jim Brass and this is my partner Gil Grissom. We're from the Crime Lab. We'd like to ask you a few questions."

"What's this about?"

"Ma'am, your son Eric is a person of interest in an on going investigation. May we come in?" said Gil.

Ms. Gibson groaned. "Fiiiiiiiiiiiiine." She led the two men into an eloquently decorated den. "So, what trouble has Eric gotten himself into this time? What's the bail at?"

Jim was surprised by he lack of emotion. Even he was more caring about his child. "Ms. Gibson, we have reason to believe your son has stabbed a fellow student."

She covered her eyes with her hand. "Christ…"

"When did you last see your son?"

"This morning, before he left for school." Not exactly the answer they had expected.

"All right. Now, on Monday, did you notice anything different in your son's behaviour?"

She shook her head. "Not really."

"Has he ever said anything bad about any of his classmates?" asked Gil.

"Not that he's told me. We don't talk very much."

"Can you tell us who his friends are?"

"I think there's a Jeff…and maybe a Bobby… I don't really know."

"Do you even know where he is right now?" asked Jim, trying to hide the irritation in his voice.

She looked at her watch. "Hopefully at school."

Jim and Gil looked at each other and met a silent agreement: This conversation was getting them nowhere.

"Ms. Gibson, would you mind if my partner and I take a look around Eric's bedroom?" asked Gil.

"Whatever."

"Uh, actually Gil, you do this one alone," said Jim. "I'm gonna head over to the station and see if we can pick up this 'Jeff' and 'Bobby.'" Hopefully they'd be more helpful than this broad…

Jim turned to leave, but Gil stopped him at the door. "Jim, Reid said something about a Jeffery Duquesne and a Robert Evans when I went to interview him. How much do you want to bet they're our 'Jeff' and 'Bobby?'"

Jim grinned and headed out the door.

Gil headed up the staircase and easily found Eric's room: just look for the door covered in posters and stickers. Heading inside he found an angsty teen's paradise: posters of bands like Metallica, Death Angel and Ozzy Osbourne, a vast collection of heavy metal CD's, a television set and clothes well…everywhere… Gil had his work cut out for him.

The CSI sighed and began to sort through the clothing strewn across the room. He put every article of clothing into a separate collection bag until he reached a small plastic bag buried in the back of the walk-in closet. It seemed to be just a back of dirty laundry – but perhaps it was the precise "dirty laundry" Gil had been searching for.

Carefully untying the bag he pulled out switchblade wrapped in a bloody t-shirt. The blood tested positive for human, but he would have to wait until he got back to the lab to confirm it was Spencer Reid's.

"Well," Gil said examining the knife, "I guess he isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer."

Jim Brass had just reached his car when his pager went off, "Get to PD. A.M." Hopefully this is a new lead, Jim thought as he drove to the station. He really didn't like how this case was making Gil act.

Markovic met him in the front lobby. "Where's Grissom?"

"Eh, let the Gruesome collect his evidence. We're really starting to like this Fletcher kid for stabbing Reid."

"Well, apparently so does his friend Bobby Evans. The kid just dropped by, and he's willing to talk."

Jim smiled. "That is exactly what I needed." The detective and the captain-turned-CSI walked into the interrogation room, and faced the slight, but muscular Goth teenager.

Markovic put a recorder on the table. "This is Detective Al Markovic and CSI Jim Brass, interviewing…" he nodded to Bobby.

"Robert Evans."

"On the Reid stabbing case. Now Robert…or do you prefer Bobby?"

"Bobby."

"Okay Bobby, how old are you?"

"Sixteen."

"And you also go to Western High School with Eric Fletcher and Spencer Reid, right?" asked Jim.

"Yeah. We're all juniors."

"How long have you known Eric?" Markovic asked.

"Since Freshmen year…so about two years."

"What kind of things do y'all usually do together?"

"Normal guy stuff I guess. Me, Jeff and Eric go to the arcade, play basketball, listen to music, break things, hang out…" He paused for a minute and sighed. "Jeff and Eric like to pick on Reid; I wish they'd just leave him alone. He's a nice enough kid, never bothered no one, yet everyone's always makin' fun of him. God, y'all should've seen what the football team did to him earlier this year." He shook his head.

"What do you mean? What happened?" asked Jim.

"They tied him up naked to a goal post. It was all around the school. Reid got really jumpy after that."

Now Jim was confused. "And no one did anything about it?"

Bobby laughed. "No one cared! Not the teachers, and definitely not the students."

"What about Spencer's family?"

"Don' know nothing about them, but I don' think he told them about it. I know I wouldn'."

There was a few moments of silence, finally broken by Markovic. "Okay. Let's go back to the day of the stabbing. Tell me about your day. What happened?"

"Well, first period I go to Spanish with Eric and Jeff. Then I go to health, and I'm in American with Reid and Eric. Of course Eric had to tease Reid there, nothin' too big though. After that I go to English with Eric and Jeff. Study hall is next and then Trig; all four of us are in the same Trig. Jeff and Eric were throwing crumpled pieces of paper at Reid most of the class. Finally, lunch and double Chemistry ends the day."

"Do you know anything that would've prompted a fight between Eric and Spencer?"

"Yeah, after school ended. Reid seemed to be in a rush to leave, but Eric stopped him. He started tauntin' him, but Reid just ignored it. Finally, Eric said somethin' like, "Say 'My mother's a dumb-shit crack-whore.'" Reid turned around, and I'll be damned if he didn' said exactly what he was told to. He agreed with Eric callin' Eric's mother that, and just bolted. You know, I think that was the first time I'd seen him try to defend himself in a long while… Anyway, Eric made me and Jeff chase after the kid and we caught him in Lorenzi Park." He sighed. "I wish I could say I'd done somethin' to stop them as they beat the kid up, but I didn'. I just stood there and watched. Eventually they got bored and me and Jeff left. I didn' know Eric had stayed behind until later that night, when he called me and Jeff to his house and told us what he'd done."

"So Eric told you two that he'd stabbed Spencer?" asked Jim.

"Yes."

"Can you tell us exactly what he'd said?"

"Somethin' like, 'I did it. I finally got the S.O.B.' I was confused, so I asked him what he meant. He started laughin' like crazy and pulled out a bloody knife and said, 'Well I went and stabbed Spencer Reid for insulting my mother, didn't I?'"

"Then what happened?"

"Well, I just got up and left."

"Bobby," started Markovic, "would you be willing to testify in court about this?"

"If it'll help. I can't be friends with Eric anymore. He deserves to be put behind bars."

"Does Eric know you're telling us this?"

"Doubt it."

"Well, we're going to need you to stay here until we have Eric in custody, all right?"

"Okay."

"Do you know where he is right now?"

To cop and the CSI's dismay, he shook his head. "I can tell you he ain't at school."

"Thank you Bobby," said Markovic getting out of his seat and leaving. Jim followed.

"Jim, I want you to go back to the Fletcher house with a patrol car to get Gil. Call for back-up if you need it. I'm going to send men to all the places frequented by Fletcher. It's about time this brat is brought to justice."