Yah, I know. I decided to go against my plan to only do one chapter at a time and have decided to give you two. Mostly because my dad kicked my door in at seven this morning and informed me that I was going to be doing forced manual labor today, and when I threw my pillow at him, he just got mad and told me that I could do it tomorrow to. And also because I seem to be writing like crazy with all of the rain that has kept me inside.

Well, yes, where was I? Yah, the story. Right. I'm a g/s fan too, so expect some stuff there later….hehe….

Oh, and lastly, reviews are always welcome…:-D

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Grissom slowly sauntered back to where Josh was lying. He knew this was going to be a tough case considering that one: it was the death of a promising college athlete. Two: he had been in motion when it happened. And three: his migraine had kicked itself into full throttle.

Warrick was bending down next to where Josh was laying, and Jenny was hovering above him like a dirigible. She seemed to be watching his every move intently and talking everything she saw in. one day she hoped to be a CSI, that is if she didn't change her mind again. But she liked the fact that she could help people who have been wronged, even if they are dead. Jenny was all about justice for everyone. She used to run around the house yelling at her brothers to stop doing things that they shouldn't be doing. It never worked and they usually ended up chasing her, but she still liked it.

Someone had once told Jenny that being a CSI was somewhat depressing because they would meet these people on the worst day of their lives. She looked down at Josh and thought of just that. She had never really known him, but now she was going to because of the state he was in now; he was dead.

Warrick didn't seem to be paying any attention to Jenny. He was concentrating more on the vast amount of evidence that he had found. A piece of plastic was stuck in his shoulder pad; some white powder was under his fingernails; a mustard stain was on his left pant leg; he was missing a tooth (which Catherine of course found a few feet away.); and there were some red fibers on his shirt; and there was a small red stain on his shirt that Warrick had tested and it was positive for blood... Somehow all of these little pieces were going to fit into the big puzzle.

Catherine on the other hand was ready to scream. Combing the football field was like going through a junkyard of evidence. There was so much stuff there, and she had no idea what belonged to the case and what didn't. Just to be sure, she bagged everything, from a fake pink nail to a real nail. Nothing could be over looked here. She also found some bloodstains on the grass a foot away from where Josh had fallen. Catherine was trimming the blood stained grass when Grissom came over to her.

He bent down so he could look at her face from the position she was hunched over in. Catherine expected him to say something profound about what Buddha has to say about cutting grass, but instead he just smiled and asked, "Having fun?"

"Barrels." Catherine responded in a sarcastic tone. "Do you want to help me trim too? I bet you have a green thumb."

"I just send the plants, not care for them." He responded with a smile. Catherine had to smile back; she knew exactly what he was talking about. "So how are things over here?" he asked getting to his feet.

"Warrick's got the body. I think we should get him in for an autopsy as soon as possible. I, on the other hand, have come up with either someone that could break the case, or total crap." She said showing Grissom the fake nail. 

"I don't think this is Josh's color." He replied coolly, "But now, did Jenny find the football?"

Jenny, hearing her name, perked up and came running over to Grissom and Catherine. "Sorry Mr. Grissom…."

"Please, just Grissom." He said cutting her off.

"…. Grissom. You must have heard me…"

"Oh yes we did." Catherine said jumping in.

"….but no one brought me anything." She said finally finishing her sentence. "I have a feeling that someone ran off with it, probably one of the players or a devoted fan. It will more than likely turn up around the school at some point. Every football they use for a home game is numbered and painted with a different Rebel sign. If I find it I will know."

"Are you a senior?" Catherine asked. The question had been bugging her for a while now. Was this intern really qualified to be working with them in the field?

"Yup." She replied, sticking her hands in her pockets. Grissom realized that this was a reflex of hers that she did whenever she got uncomfortable. She had already done it a couple of times he noticed. "I've actually finished all of the classes I need for credits. I actually finished last year, but decided to stay and continue taking classes. I get my diploma in May." She said and smiled, taking her hands out of her pockets. Catherine sighed with relief. At least she was qualified, but had she been to the academy?

Jenny could sense that they still wanted to know more about her, so she went on, "I've taken about two thirds of the classes I need at the Academy. Don't fret." She said. Catherine still wore a apprehensive look. "Eckley doesn't like me?" She finally said. Maybe that would get this shift to like her. 

Catherine laughed, and smiled. "It's not that we don't like you, or think that you aren't qualified Jenny. It's just that we don't have the best reputation with rookies."

"Oh." Jenny said, her face drooping a little bit as she realized that she was a rookie, and would be one for some time. She could only imagine what they had done to the other ones.

"Enough with this for now. Have you talked to any of the bystanders yet Grissom?" Catherine asked turning to him.

He shook his head no. "Why don't you and Jenny go and do that, you probably know a lot of people here." she said looking straight at her, and Jenny seemed to perk up again. "And go find number sixteen."

"I know him." Jenny said reassuringly.

"Good. Now go." He said and shooed the two women off.

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"That's Frankie Despo, Josh's best friend." Jenny said pointing to one of the guys in a crowd of about ten people. "If I go in there they are going to think I want to go get drunk with them or something. You better go."

Catherine, without even thinking about what she was doing, walked straight on into the middle of the crowd and the conversation they were having stopped. The guy that Jenny had pointed out as Frankie took one look at Catherine and whistled. "Whoa, what have we here?"

"I could be your mother." Catherine shot at him. "But, I'm not, thank god." She replied after that, shutting Frankie up. She could tell he was one of these slime-ball guys who she did not really want to have to deal with. It reminded her too much of Eddie. "I'm guessing your Frankie Despo."

"The one and only." He said stepping out of the circle he was in and walking over to Catherine.

"Good. We've got some questions for you." She said and beckoned him to follow her back to where Jenny was standing. The three of them walked a little ways away to be out of the earshot of others, and they told Frankie to sit down on a bench that had come across.

"Hey Jenny girl, I haven't seen you for a while." He said cooing at Jenny.

"Not now, and not never." She replied sharply. Catherine had a feeling that the two of them knew each other better than they were both willing to admit to.

"Ok Mr. Despo. I hear that you are best friends with the deceased." Catharine was not going to wait around so she got right to the punch.

"Deceased?" Frankie asked. Jenny turned to Catherine and made a hand motion showing that he had taken one too many footballs to the head. "Oh, Josh? You mean Josh right? Yah, we were best friends. Fraternity brothers, homeboys for life. It didn't matter to me that he was just a freshman and I am a junior."

"So the fact that you didn't have any classes together didn't make any difference?"

"Classes? I'm here for the parties. And we sure got to know each other during practices. We are all like brothers."

"But you two were the closest?"

"Yah, we could relate real well to each other. Dated the same girls, hung around with the same people, did the same stupid stuff…."

"Stupid stuff?"

"Do I need to explain everything to you?"

"No, I think Jenny will be able to fill me in on that." Catherine said glancing at her. She seemed taken aback at the comment, and hoped that Catherine realized that she would never do any of the 'stupid stuff' that Frankie was referring to.

"Were you two together before the game?" Jenny asked this time trying to now prove her worth to Catherine.

Frankie froze for a moment, and then replied in the same manner. "We were all at coach's house."

"Before that."

"Uh, no. I was with my girlfriend."

"You don't have a girlfriend." Jenny shot back.

"How do you know that I don't?"

"I know this stuff Frankie. And I can bet that you two were together before the game."

"Prove it." he said crossing his hands across his chest.

"Oh, You never tell a CSI to prove anything, because we will, and then we will kick your ass in so many other ways. Go back to your demeaning ways of behaving yourself as one of the countries future leaders. Or gas station attendants. Which ever you think suits you the best." Catherine turned and walked away from him, and Jenny turned to catch up to her.

"Can you really prove that they were together?" she asked excitedly.

"It's my duty to rub the evidence in guys faces who act like that. How well do you know him anyways?"

"What do you want to know?"

"Oh Jenny, I see the beginning of a beautiful friendship." Catherine told her as she threw her arm around her shoulder. "I can tell he's a real jerk. Let's get him for everything he's ever done."

"He won't see daylight again. The list is kind of long."