"Hello, Brass." Warrick said from his seat on the ground next to the body.

"Warrick, Catherine." Brass said to both of them. Catherine was too busy combing the field to respond. She knew what she was doing was a long shot (looking for anything that might be somewhat related to the body) because a bunch of college boys had been running up and down here for the past hour. But she continued with her work.

"Have you guys seen Grissom?" Brass asked getting right to the subject. "We were supposed to go talk to the coach."

"He's been gone for about fifteen minuets. He wandered off after Jenny used the loudspeaker to try and find the football." Warrick responded not looking up from what he was doing.

"What?" was all Brass could respond with.

"Jenny," Catherine called from a little ways away. "The intern you sent here to help us? Yah, Grissom sent he to find the football that hit him. To do this she got her self up in the broadcasting booth and got on the loudspeaker. I don't think that was the approach Grissom wanted."

Brass just shook his head. "I should have known she would have done something like that."

"Why is she here?" Warrick asked standing up. He now had a sample of the skin from under Josh's fingernails. It was probably just someone from the other team, but you never know.

"Greg needs someone to help him."

"So shouldn't she be in the lab with him?" Catherine questioned.

"No, I thought I'd try her here first."

Suddenly, everything clicked with Catherine. "Jim Brass, are you trying to scare her with field work so she will want to become a labrat?"

"Don't tell her though." He pleaded with her.

"Sure, if you tell me why she isn't with Eckley. She was on his shift, wasn't she?"

"Jenny drove Eckley insane."

"Everyone drives Eckley insane." She shot back.

"Yes, but Eckley doesn't have a sense of humor for when she goes up and asks if someone could return the football to her. He just yelled and screamed. I was surprised that she even came back day after day. He really had it out for her."

"So the truth comes out. But now tell me, is she going to drive us insane?" Catherine said motioning to her and Warrick.

"Nah, she shouldn't. She's a real barrel of laughs if you just warm up to her. Now, I'm going to go off and talk to the coach. Send Grissom my way if he ever comes back." Brass said and wandered off.

"So she drove Eckley mad." Warrick said going over to stand next to Catherine. "I think I'm liking her already."

"Let's hope. Now come on, we've got a dead body that needs out attention."

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Grissom had wandered off after Jenny's stunt with the loudspeaker, but not to look for her. She was a big girl and knew her way around so he would hopefully not have to go and drag her back to the scene. She seemed like a focused young adult. Well, he had only known her four about ten minutes but Grissom has somewhat of a sixth sense about people. Lately he had not been focusing on their words but their actions and movements. Hopefully one day he would not have to rely on just that.

By accident Grissom had come the coach of the Rebels football team. The coach was trying to sneak away from all the commotion and make a quick get away in his car and that caught Grissom's attention. He went walking over to the man as he quickly tied to gather up all of his belongings and make a break for the fence.

"Need any help?" Grissom asked causally surveying the scene. No one else seemed to be paying attention to the frantic coach.

"Yah, oh, thank you. Could you hand me that over there?" the coach said pointing to a helmet lying a few feet away. Grissom trotted over and picked it up. The number 42 was painted on the back.

"This Is Josh's helmet." Grissom said aloud. The coach stood up and walked over to Grissom to take the helmet out of his hands. "I'm sorry, but I am going to need to take this with me." Before the coach could protest Grissom whipped out his ID and flashed it for the coach. "Gil Grissom, Las Vegas Forensic. Now I am going to want to ask you a few questions…"

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"I'm impressed Grissom. I didn't think you had it in you to interrogate someone by yourself. Maybe your social skills are getting better." Brass called to him, as he got closer.

"Mr. Davids, this is Captain Jim Brass. I probably should have waited for him, but seeing that you were trying to make a quick getaway.."

The coach sat on the bench with his head in his hands, but at this he looked up to see whom Grissom was referring to. The last thing Coach Davids really wanted was for someone else to come and listen to what he had to say. All he really wanted to do was go home, but that probably wouldn't happen for a few hours now. Coach Davids stuck out his hand anyway and shook the captain's. 

"What have you asked him so far?" Brass questioned pulling Grissom away for a second.

"Nothing really. He doesn't seem to be the talkative type. I was asking him about his relationship with Josh and the rest of the team. I guess they were all very close."

Brass turned back around to look at the coach who had his head in his hands again. He looked pretty distraught, but that could just be a front. "Mr. Davids, did you and Josh speak tonight?"

"Yes." He replied in a shaky voice. "I always have the team over to my house before a home game for pizza. Josh showed up late and I pulled him aside to ask why. I make it very clear that the team is like a family and we are always expected to be there for each other."

"Were you mad at him for showing up late?" Brass asked as he whipped out a small pad of paper and began writing furiously.

"No, I don't show anger easily. I just asked him why he was late."

There was a pause. "And?.." Grissom asked.

"And Josh told me that he was helping a friend move some furniture around his house. He told me that he didn't feel all that great, and that he didn't want to eat any pizza for fear that he might be sick."

"Did he look sick?" Brass asked.

"No, he looked fine and seemed to have a lot of energy. But when we got here to the field and were warming up he told me that he was feeling pretty sick. Josh asked if he could sit out for a while and keep the bench warm. I was in protest of this because he is one of my star players."

"Mr. Davids, you said before that Josh was your 'secret weapon.'" Grissom asked remembering something Davids had said before Brass showed up.

"Yes, he's a freshman and most people don't expect him to play football like he does. I can always count on him for a touchdown. I figured that I would leave him out this game totally, unless we were very far behind. I have done that before and he hadn't minded."

"But you put him in."

"He asked to go in. said he was feeling better. He even did ten jumping jacks for me, and then went running on into the field. Only moments later he fell…." at that Davids buried his head into his hands again and let out what sounded like a low wail.

"We should get him to Doc. He could have been sick for all we know and that could have killed him." Grissom said. They excused them selves from Davids and began to walk away, when Grissom turned back. "Wait, Mr. Davids? Could you tell me who this friend is that Josh was with before hand?"

Davids didn't even look up. "I have no idea. He hangs around with everyone. You might want to ask Frank, number 16. They are best friends."

Brass and Grissom walked away and made their way back to where Josh was lying.