Chapter 1
Catherine stood in the evidence room, staring down at the blood soaked shirt of their victim. She shook her head slightly, thinking of how horrible it is that a teenager lost his life, probably over some stupid reason. She snapped on her gloves and got to work. Examining the shirt carefully, she notices a strand of hair. Using her tweezers she lifted the hair up to the light. "Brown and long," she said to herself, "definitely not the victim's." Grinning, she continued collecting evidence.
Grissom and Sara sat in the empty classroom, waiting for their next student to question. She kept glancing over at him, becoming frustrated with the fact he didn't notice her doing this at all. Looking around the room, she shook her head in disgust. This whole situation reminded her of when she was in high school. 'Of course I'm the one with the crush. Of course I'm the one being ignored completely,' she thought to herself. Just then, in walked a teenage girl and the guidance counselor.
The girl had long brown hair, with bright red streaks. She wore pinstriped bondage pants and a "Nightmare before Christmas" shirt. She quietly sat down in front of them and slid her hair behind her ear, revealing two cartilage piercings and two lobe piercings. Her pale blue eyes looked at Grissom and stayed on him. Grissom looked up at her, their pale blue eyes meeting. "Hello, you must be Zoey. This is my partner, Sara Sidle, and I am..." he started saying, but was interrupted by the girl. "Gil Grissom," she said, finishing his sentence. He squinted his eyes a bit and said, "You have heard of me?" The girl nodded, "Yes, I have. With all the crime in this town, it's surprising more people haven't. It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Grissom." "Thank you, Zoey. Could you tell me what you did yesterday?" he asked. The girl rolled her eyes slightly and started telling her story, "You probably already know. You spoke to Linda, correct? I came here around a quarter after 5. My friend let me in. He called me earlier saying his locker wouldn't open. So, I went to his rescue, as usual. Peter Zigfield was there with his cheerleader girlfriend. He and Christian, my friend, caught eyes and Peter started making fun of him." "And that's when you attacked Peter?" Grissom asked. The girl shook her head and responded, "No, and I think 'attack' is over exaggerating. Peter started making fun of Christian. Chris is a sensitive kid. He's the shy type. He would never say anything bad to a person. Well, never say never...right? Anyway, Chris didn't say anything back to Peter. So, Peter got angry and shoved him...
---Flashback to the scene
Peter shoved Christian, into the wall. Zoey, a regular height teenage girl, shoved Peter away. "Don't touch him," she warned him. He laughed a bit. "Yeah, I'll leave the touching up to you. Once you're done with him, I wouldn't mind a little something-something," he said as he lifted his shirt. Zoey looked disgusted. She slammed him into the wall and punched him in the stomach hard. He keeled over. "Rot in hell, Peter," Zoey said as she walked down the hall.
---Back to Zoey in the classroom
He's always been such a jerk to me. I'm usually never that angry, but what he said was wrong." She fiddled with her ring on her right hand. Grissom noticed this right away. "So he lifted his shirt when you punched him? What hand do you write with, Zoey?" She looked a little confused. "My right hand," she answered. Grissom looked at her ring and said, "That's a nice ring you have there. Irish, is it not? The claddagh ring?" Zoey nodded. Grissom then asked, "Would you mind if we borrowed it? You'll get it back soon." She shrugged and slid the ring off her finger, handing it to Grissom who then put it in a bindle. Sara decided it was time for her to ask a question. "What'd you do after you walked away?" Zoey looked at Sara. "I left." She noticed the look on Sara's face and said, "Let me guess, it wasn't on the surveillance tape? Let me fill you in on something. This school is cheap. It has a camera at the front entrance and a camera at the back entrance. The school has a total of four entrances, though. I left through the side entrance. It shortens my walk home a bit." Sara narrowed her eyes a bit. "What brand of shoes were you wearing yesterday?" "The same I'm wearing now. Converses," she answered. Sara grinned. "Thank you. Grissom, do you have any more questions?" Grissom shook his head and said, "You may go now, Zoey. Thank you for your cooperation. We'll be talking again, soon." Zoey stood and walked out of the classroom. The guidance counselor followed her out.
Sara looked at Grissom. "What do you think?" she asked. He finally looked at her. She felt herself blush. "Well, she has motive and the same shoe type. We have to wait for the evidence to be processed. We'll also need to have a talk with this Christian kid," he said. Sara nodded. "I'll call Brass and as him to bring him in."
Catherine stood in the evidence room, staring down at the blood soaked shirt of their victim. She shook her head slightly, thinking of how horrible it is that a teenager lost his life, probably over some stupid reason. She snapped on her gloves and got to work. Examining the shirt carefully, she notices a strand of hair. Using her tweezers she lifted the hair up to the light. "Brown and long," she said to herself, "definitely not the victim's." Grinning, she continued collecting evidence.
Grissom and Sara sat in the empty classroom, waiting for their next student to question. She kept glancing over at him, becoming frustrated with the fact he didn't notice her doing this at all. Looking around the room, she shook her head in disgust. This whole situation reminded her of when she was in high school. 'Of course I'm the one with the crush. Of course I'm the one being ignored completely,' she thought to herself. Just then, in walked a teenage girl and the guidance counselor.
The girl had long brown hair, with bright red streaks. She wore pinstriped bondage pants and a "Nightmare before Christmas" shirt. She quietly sat down in front of them and slid her hair behind her ear, revealing two cartilage piercings and two lobe piercings. Her pale blue eyes looked at Grissom and stayed on him. Grissom looked up at her, their pale blue eyes meeting. "Hello, you must be Zoey. This is my partner, Sara Sidle, and I am..." he started saying, but was interrupted by the girl. "Gil Grissom," she said, finishing his sentence. He squinted his eyes a bit and said, "You have heard of me?" The girl nodded, "Yes, I have. With all the crime in this town, it's surprising more people haven't. It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Grissom." "Thank you, Zoey. Could you tell me what you did yesterday?" he asked. The girl rolled her eyes slightly and started telling her story, "You probably already know. You spoke to Linda, correct? I came here around a quarter after 5. My friend let me in. He called me earlier saying his locker wouldn't open. So, I went to his rescue, as usual. Peter Zigfield was there with his cheerleader girlfriend. He and Christian, my friend, caught eyes and Peter started making fun of him." "And that's when you attacked Peter?" Grissom asked. The girl shook her head and responded, "No, and I think 'attack' is over exaggerating. Peter started making fun of Christian. Chris is a sensitive kid. He's the shy type. He would never say anything bad to a person. Well, never say never...right? Anyway, Chris didn't say anything back to Peter. So, Peter got angry and shoved him...
---Flashback to the scene
Peter shoved Christian, into the wall. Zoey, a regular height teenage girl, shoved Peter away. "Don't touch him," she warned him. He laughed a bit. "Yeah, I'll leave the touching up to you. Once you're done with him, I wouldn't mind a little something-something," he said as he lifted his shirt. Zoey looked disgusted. She slammed him into the wall and punched him in the stomach hard. He keeled over. "Rot in hell, Peter," Zoey said as she walked down the hall.
---Back to Zoey in the classroom
He's always been such a jerk to me. I'm usually never that angry, but what he said was wrong." She fiddled with her ring on her right hand. Grissom noticed this right away. "So he lifted his shirt when you punched him? What hand do you write with, Zoey?" She looked a little confused. "My right hand," she answered. Grissom looked at her ring and said, "That's a nice ring you have there. Irish, is it not? The claddagh ring?" Zoey nodded. Grissom then asked, "Would you mind if we borrowed it? You'll get it back soon." She shrugged and slid the ring off her finger, handing it to Grissom who then put it in a bindle. Sara decided it was time for her to ask a question. "What'd you do after you walked away?" Zoey looked at Sara. "I left." She noticed the look on Sara's face and said, "Let me guess, it wasn't on the surveillance tape? Let me fill you in on something. This school is cheap. It has a camera at the front entrance and a camera at the back entrance. The school has a total of four entrances, though. I left through the side entrance. It shortens my walk home a bit." Sara narrowed her eyes a bit. "What brand of shoes were you wearing yesterday?" "The same I'm wearing now. Converses," she answered. Sara grinned. "Thank you. Grissom, do you have any more questions?" Grissom shook his head and said, "You may go now, Zoey. Thank you for your cooperation. We'll be talking again, soon." Zoey stood and walked out of the classroom. The guidance counselor followed her out.
Sara looked at Grissom. "What do you think?" she asked. He finally looked at her. She felt herself blush. "Well, she has motive and the same shoe type. We have to wait for the evidence to be processed. We'll also need to have a talk with this Christian kid," he said. Sara nodded. "I'll call Brass and as him to bring him in."