"So we meet again Mr. Despo." Catherine said talking a seat at the table in the interrogation room. Frankie sat on the other side with his feet up on the table. In one sweeping motion, Catherine pushed them off and Frankie lost his balance. He fell with a thud on the floor. Catherine could swear she heard Jenny's laughter from the next room where she was located behind the glass.

"I could report you!" Frankie said straightening himself up and sitting back in the chair.

"Does it look like I really care?" Catherine said opening the folder one of the guards had handed her. In it contained some police files, and then some of Jenny's scribbles. Catherine looked over them and began to read them aloud, "Drug Charges, sexual assault, restraining orders, harassment, drag racing, another assault, larceny, vandalism…Well aren't you just the all American guy?" Catherine said putting down the folder.  

"You can't prove most of those. That's her talking!" Frankie said abruptly standing up and pointing a finger at the glass were Jenny was located. Warrick stood next to her and when Frankie did this, she shifted back right into him.

"Right. Well, she claims to have substantial evidence that could convict you. And to think, those weren't even the reasons you were brought in here." Catherine looked straight at Frankie, who seemed quite nervous now compared to his cocky self that she had just seen. "Let's get straight to the point. I can prove that Josh was in your car this afternoon." Catherine pulled some papers out of the folder and threw them across the table to Frankie. "The fibers on Josh's uniform match those from your Mustang. Now, I have another sheet here that gives DNA results from the bandage that was recovered off Josh. I haven't even looked at it. Why don't you tell me what it is going to say?"

Frankie bit his lip and narrowed his eyes. "Fine…. Fine, I'll talk. Ok, I was at coaches when I got this frantic phone call from Josh. He said he had been hurt and that I should go grab some gaze from the first aid kit and come and pick him up."

"Where did you pick him up?"

"Um, I don't know. It was getting dark and Josh was just telling me to take rights and lefts. Look, I can't remember, OK? I got there and he was bleeding pretty badly. I jumped out of the car and bandaged him up. He was trying to stop the bleeding with a towel or something. He was doing a pretty good job because there wasn't too much blood on him or around where he was standing."

"Do you know why he was bleeding?"

"No, He wouldn't tell me. He just told me to drive back to coach's. I gave him some Tylenol and he said he was feeling better. I told him not to play in the game, and he said he was going to at least try to get in."

"And that was it, you just let some kid with a bullet in his stomach go wandering around and then go play in a football game?"

Frankie looked up with fear in his face. "Josh had been shot?" he asked, his voice shaking.

"Yes." Catherine replied softly.

"Oh my god." Frankie said and looked down at the floor. After a moment he recollected himself and looked back up. "Look, I didn't know. If I knew he had been shot I would have taken him to the hospital or something. I would have definitely told coach."

Catherine sighed, knowing that Frankie knew nothing about why Josh was shot. "Ok, can you tell me this, was Josh talking drugs?"

Frankie seemed to gain some of his cockiness back, "Can I say no comment?"

"You can say whatever you want." Catherine replied standing up and collecting the papers from the table. "And Frankie?" she said as she got to the doorway and turned around "Next time you do something stupid, I can bet that you will be back in here talking to me. Just remember that next time you think about drag racing kid."

"He was pretty shaken up about finding out that Josh had been shot." Jenny said as she came out of the next room. Frankie emerged moments later and gave Jenny a stern warning look. She backed away as if he was going to come at her, but instead he took off down the hallway without looking back.

"He didn't know anything." Catherine said looking at the concern on Jenny's face now. "We need someone else with information. I suggest that you and Warrick head down to the school and go talk to the coach. We need to find out where he was getting these drugs."

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Across the lab, Nick was just as fed up with the information he had. "Greg, can't you just tell me what was on the bill?"

"No man, I got to hear about this place. Disco balls? That's stellar."

"Stellar?"

"What, didn't they use that term back when people thought disco was cool?"

"Greg, can I have the results?"

"Do you think Sara likes discos? Or maybe Jenny? Yah, She seems like that kind of person…"

"GREG!"

"Geese, all of you people are so snappy tonight. What, did someone spike the coffee pot?" Greg said handing Nick the sheet of the readout. 

"Oil?" Nick questioned looking at the sheet. "That doesn't make any sense. It didn't smell like oil."

"Well what do you want me to do? I just give you the results. Speaking of results, did you happen to catch the score for the football game?"

"I did." Grissom said entering the lab and at that Greg shut up. "And I would love to tell you if you tell me what kind of drug that was under the star player's fingernails."

Greg sheepishly handed Grissom the sheet. "Ecstasy? That's a club drug."

"Well, maybe your guy was at Nick's little disco. He found ecstasy there." Greg mumbled.

"Maybe next time." Grissom said and left the lab.

"I am never going to figure out that man." Greg said swiveling around in his chair. "Jackie left those for you." Greg pointed as he spun at a fingerprint on top of a stack of piles.

Nick walked over and picked it up. "Thanks man." He said and left the lab himself. He made his way towards the break room where everyone seemed to have conjugated. Sara was sitting on the couch talking with Catherine, Warrick was watching the news and some young girl was sitting at the table writing something up.

"Get our info?" Sara asked breaking away from her conversation.

"The substance on the bill was oil and the fingerprint on the bottle matches that of Hennery O'Malley. He's a student at UVLA, and can you guess what his major is?" Nick said looking over the sheet.

"Electrician?" Sara asked

"Bingo. Let's go pay him a visit."

"I know him." The girl at the table called pushing her writings away. Nick gave her a puzzled look. "I'm a student there."

"Nick, that's Jenny. She's an intern and has been working the case with Warrick and I." Catherine informed Nick and Jenny gave him a pleasant smile.

"Right, well, Sara, do you want to head over and find O'Malley now?"

"I've got to head over to the school too. How about you and I go?" Warrick said clicking the television off and motioning to Nick. 

"If you two go you'll never come back." Sara said standing up. "I'll go with you Warrick, just as long as I drive."

"Hey, I want to drive." Warrick said in protest.

"I'll drive." Jenny chimed in from the table. All of the CSI turned to look at her. She was buys writing again and didn't look up.

"You can drive, Sara." Warrick said grabbing his coat and heading out the door. Jenny stood up and followed after him.

"Intern huh?" Nick asked.

Catherine stood up and went over to the coffee pot. "She drove Eckley insane and now Brass has thrown her on us."

"It looks like the next few days are going to be quite interesting then."

"You'll have to tell me all about it. I'm taking some days off. Grissom wants me to find a hobby and then we are going to go out to compare." Sara said as if she wasn't giving it a second thought. 

Nick and Catherine stared at each other, trying to comprehend what Sara had just said.