A/N: Yay! Chapter Two!
"Who discovered the body?" Gil Grissom asked.
"Samantha Fiegh, age thirteen. She's from London, visiting her grandmother." Nick said, looking at the report.
"Sir?" A quiet voice asked. It was a girl, about thirteen, with short light brown hair and blue-green eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses.
"This is a crime scene, how did you get here?"
"That's Samantha Fiegh" Nick said.
"My gran needs to get my friend from the airport. She left water if you want it."
"She can go, if that cabs hers, and tell her thanks."
"If you want to know, her names Kate Simmons, she lives right next door, she's thirteen, and she was strangled."
"How do you know?"
"My gran knows her mom, and my best friend and I once solved a murder case. Long story."
"Anything else?" Gil Grissom was rarely a fan of eyewitnesses, but this girl was good.
"No, but when Holmes gets here he can probably get a lot more out of it. But..."
"But what?"
"I can check her e-mails right now if you want."
"Do you know her password?"
"No, but I am very good around computers."
"Well, you can get Catherine Willows, over there, and get her to go with you."
"Got it."
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Ten minutes later, Sam was in Kate's room. She cocked her head. What was that smell?
"Oh, great!" Sam groaned as she saw the keyboard. The whole area was covered in a sticky clear coating.
"Don't touch it," Catherine warned.
"I won't, don't worry," Sam promised. "It's Sprite Remix, Berrylicious."
"How are you so sure?"
"Smell, color, and the bottle," The bottle was partially behind the monitor.
"Do you have a spare pair of gloves?" Sam asked. Catherine nodded and gave it to her. Sam carefully go to AOL and wrote the screen name down on a paper in her pocket.
"I'm going on my laptop."
"Fine. Tell me if you have any luck."
For ten minutes Sam typed in various passwords.
"I've got it!" Sam typed in the screen name, Katiegrlstar89.
"Check her e-mail for anything odd." Sam grinned evilly.
"I'm checking recently deleted e-mail. Hello!" Sam scanned the e- mail.
"What is it?"
"An e-mail from a Deathstar, entitled, Know your Death." Sam sounded shaken.
"Read it out loud."
"It says that if you get the words White Silk, you will die in thirty years, silver silk in twenty, gold silk is ten, ruby silk is five, sapphire is one, emerald is a week, and Dark Silk is twelve hours."
"And Kate got Dark Silk?"
"Yup, and this was deleted sixteen hours ago, well, roughly."
"Coincidence?" Catherine asked.
"There are no such thing as coincidence," Sam said roughly.
"What's wrong?"
"I saw a scrap of black cloth by the body. Maybe..."
"It's from the killer?"
"Exactly."
"Who discovered the body?" Gil Grissom asked.
"Samantha Fiegh, age thirteen. She's from London, visiting her grandmother." Nick said, looking at the report.
"Sir?" A quiet voice asked. It was a girl, about thirteen, with short light brown hair and blue-green eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses.
"This is a crime scene, how did you get here?"
"That's Samantha Fiegh" Nick said.
"My gran needs to get my friend from the airport. She left water if you want it."
"She can go, if that cabs hers, and tell her thanks."
"If you want to know, her names Kate Simmons, she lives right next door, she's thirteen, and she was strangled."
"How do you know?"
"My gran knows her mom, and my best friend and I once solved a murder case. Long story."
"Anything else?" Gil Grissom was rarely a fan of eyewitnesses, but this girl was good.
"No, but when Holmes gets here he can probably get a lot more out of it. But..."
"But what?"
"I can check her e-mails right now if you want."
"Do you know her password?"
"No, but I am very good around computers."
"Well, you can get Catherine Willows, over there, and get her to go with you."
"Got it."
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Ten minutes later, Sam was in Kate's room. She cocked her head. What was that smell?
"Oh, great!" Sam groaned as she saw the keyboard. The whole area was covered in a sticky clear coating.
"Don't touch it," Catherine warned.
"I won't, don't worry," Sam promised. "It's Sprite Remix, Berrylicious."
"How are you so sure?"
"Smell, color, and the bottle," The bottle was partially behind the monitor.
"Do you have a spare pair of gloves?" Sam asked. Catherine nodded and gave it to her. Sam carefully go to AOL and wrote the screen name down on a paper in her pocket.
"I'm going on my laptop."
"Fine. Tell me if you have any luck."
For ten minutes Sam typed in various passwords.
"I've got it!" Sam typed in the screen name, Katiegrlstar89.
"Check her e-mail for anything odd." Sam grinned evilly.
"I'm checking recently deleted e-mail. Hello!" Sam scanned the e- mail.
"What is it?"
"An e-mail from a Deathstar, entitled, Know your Death." Sam sounded shaken.
"Read it out loud."
"It says that if you get the words White Silk, you will die in thirty years, silver silk in twenty, gold silk is ten, ruby silk is five, sapphire is one, emerald is a week, and Dark Silk is twelve hours."
"And Kate got Dark Silk?"
"Yup, and this was deleted sixteen hours ago, well, roughly."
"Coincidence?" Catherine asked.
"There are no such thing as coincidence," Sam said roughly.
"What's wrong?"
"I saw a scrap of black cloth by the body. Maybe..."
"It's from the killer?"
"Exactly."