"I remember those college days. Partying, dirking.." Catherine stopped talking as if she were remembering times that she had forgotten. Grissom continued walking with her, letting her have the silence. He was in no mood to bring up his college days right now.

"The thing that gets me P.O. is that I had two hundred bucks on this game." Warrick Brown said in place of the conversation.

Grissom turned to look at him with a horrified expression on his face. He thought he had made it crystal clear to Warrick to obtain his gambling problem to a minimum. Betting on college games? That just showed that he wanted to be back in the playing field again.

"I'm just kidding Gris. Man that look on your face, Priceless." Warrick laughed and Catherine joined in with him. And now they are teaming up on me, Grissom thought.

The football field was in frenzy. Spectators were clustered in small groups all whispering to each other intently. There voices were all mashed together and no one could tell what anyone was saying.  Some people where crying and holding each other, obviously struck hard buy the death of one of the players. No one seemed to be on his or her way out of the game though. A lot of the bystanders were still in the bleachers also. They were obviously waiting to hear what had happened to the player rather than find out tomorrow morning over coffee.

The ambulance had showed up, but all of the personal seemed to be standing around it looking like confused chickens with their heads cut off. They were standing around the ambulance, the stretcher out and ready to move the body, but no one was doing anything. A few of the EMT were standing in a circle shouting at each other, and two voices could be heard clearly over all of the others.

"I am not allowing you to move the body!"

"Miss, you have to understand, it's our job. We still might be able to revive him."

"No. He is dead.. At the scene. And now it is a 'crime scene.' Anything you do could hurt the investigation!"

"Miss, I am going to need you to calm down, and I would also like to see some identification. Who gives you the right anyways to tell me that I can't move the body?"

"You can do whatever salts your cracker mister, but you cannot touch that body."

"When the family finds out what you are doing, I can bet you there will press charges for not allowing me to do my job."

"Sir, he snapped his neck when he fell. He died instantly, and I can bet that he has at least five other broken or fractured bones. Did you see the way he did fall? That football was coming pretty fast and he took it right in the chest. Knocked the wind out of him. I am sorry to break this to you, but there was nothing you could have done."

"And what makes you think that you know so much about death and dismemberment?"

At this point Grissom pushed Catherine over to where the EMTs were bickering. He was not about to test his great social skills out on this situation. She shot him a nasty look over her shoulder, and pushed her way into the group.

"Excuse Me, Catherine Willows, CSI 3. Want to tell me what is going on?" she flashed her ID around so everyone could see it.

The lead EMT shot a nasty look at the girl who he had been yelling at. "This chick here thinks that she can tell me weather or not I can move the body. I am a certified emergency medical technician, and this girl just shows up and assumes that she can do whatever she pleases."

"When you assume, you make an ass out of you, and me. And where do you get off calling me some chick? Under any other circumstance I would be kicking your as.." the girl began.

"Hold it, hold it." Catherine said holding up one of her hands. "Let's stop all of this bickering. Does someone want to tell me exactly what is going on?"

"This chick here.." the EMT said sticking his thumb in the girl's direction.

'Stop calling her 'chick' or I am going to kick your ass." Catherine said glancing at him.

"..Thinks that this is some sort of crime scene or whatever."

"Is there a dead body?" Catherine asked. "Then it is. You, go and sit back in your truck or something. I'll call you when I feel your presence is needed again." She said shooing the EMT off. "You on the other hand, come with me." Catherine looked at the girl who was standing there, looking a little dumbfounded at what had just happened.

The two of them walked a little ways to be out of the earshot of others. The girl followed slowly behind Catherine as if she was a lost puppy fallowing a child. Finally, they stopped.

"You want to tell me what is going on?" she asked and placed her hands on her hips.

"Number 42 went up for a pass. It hit him hard in the chest and then, he fell. Everyone thought he was going to get back up again, but be didn't. I went running over and tried to push the crowd away that had gathered. I thought I could try giving him CPR or something, but he didn't have a pulse. I checked that in his neck, and I realized it was broken. That's when I called him in, and the coach called 911 thinking that this was going to turn out OK. The EMTs then showed up and tried to take him to the hospital, and I started arguing with them because I didn't think that was the best thing to do for him."

Catherine let out a long low sigh, "Well, I think you did the right thing, but no one else probably does. So far it looks likes his guy did not die playing football. We're going to have to wait for the autopsy to be sure…" she then paused and looked at the girl. "Wait, who are you?"

"Me? Oh, I'm Jenny. Jenny Duke." Catherine eyeballed the girl up and down. She was dressed casually for a football game, jeans, sweatshirt, and sneakers. Her hair was a light brown and was pulled up high on her head. She didn't have a purse or anything with her, but she was holding a cell phone. If she was wearing any makeup, Catherine couldn't tell though the dimly lit lights. She seemed normal enough.

"Do you want to show me where the body is?" Catherine asked.

"Yah, this way." And Jenny took off walking towards the field.

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"You must be Jenny." Grissom said at the girl who came walking towards him with Catherine.

Jenny game him an odd look. "How did you know?"

"Brass told me that you were the one that called him in."

"Wait, what?" Catherine asked, obviously confused at the situation that was evolving.

"She's an intern from day shift." Grissom said looking in Catherine's direction. "Brass said that she would be here and might be able to help us out."

"What?" Jenny now said looking at Grissom. "Huh?"

"Brass said that you might be good in the field, and might be able to help us out with this investigation. I have a feeling we are going to need some inside connections."

"Well, yah, but I'm still an intern. I don't think I can help out in the field. I can barely help out in the lab sometimes without someone yelling at me." Jenny said and stuck her hands in her pockets.

"That's Eckley for you. And doesn't this beat Greg's music?"

Jenny laughed, "He's usually not in during the day, but when he is, I don't mind his music too much."

"At least someone is used to it." Catherine rolled her eyes. "Now come on, where is this jock?"

Jenny took them onto the field and to where Warrick was already standing. He had tried to keep everyone off the field, but a lot of the players and fans kept on coming over and balling their eyes out. A woman was standing behind Warrick with pools of tears running down her cheeks. "He was such a young boy." She kept on saying over and over again.

"Ma'am? I'm sorry, but you are going to have to leave the field." Grissom said to her as they neared. The woman nodded slowly, and then turned and walked away.

"This guy was a true all star." Jenny said looking at number 42 as he lay there on the ground. "He got good grades, had lots of friends and did enough extracurricular work for three people."

"Did you know him?" Catherine asked setting her kit down on the ground and taking out her rubber gloves.

"Nah, he's just a freshman. Sure, I've met him before, but no more than an acquaintance. His name is Josh Tucker."

"Do you want to tell us exactly what happened?" Warrick asked, guessing that this was the intern that Grissom had mentioned to him on the ride over here.

"I was up in the bleachers, and I am farsighted and don't have my glasses so bear with me. And I also don't know much about football, I just come for the people." She said glancing around at the crowd that was still here. "The other team had just scored, and the Rebels had the ball. There were down at that end," Jenny pointed down towards the opposite end of the field, "and had just kicked off. Someone on the other team intercepted the ball, and while he threw it to one of his teammates, number 16 intercepted that. He began to run towards this end zone, but about five guys came at him. He jumped into he air and threw the ball to our guy here." she motioned down at the ground and paused for a second. "Number 16 was at the bottom of a pig pile then. Josh jumped up to get the ball, and it hit him square in the stomach. But the funny thing is that he didn't even try to catch the ball. He just jumped up and came back down. He fell flat on his back and it snapped his neck."

Catherine shook her head, "what a barbaric sport. People run around tackling each other for pleasure."

"What about the ball? Where did that go?" Grissom looked around.

"I haven't seen it. One of the coaches probably took it or something."

"We are going to need that football." Grissom said putting on his rubber gloves. "Do you want to find that for us?" he said looking at Jenny.

"Sure, whatever I can do to help." She said and wandered off into he crowd.

"I have a feeling that this is going to be more complicated than it looks." Warrick said pulling out the camera.

"If it was an accident, we wouldn't be here." Grissom stated and bent down to look at the body.