DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters nor do I reap profit when I write these fictions. Thank you and have nice day.

A/N- reviews are welcome. Sorry for the delay… I am so busy with school… And yes, I am still alive.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Catherine was looking at the metal bars that are hanging from the ceiling. Grissom asked that the crime scene be recreated in the garage because the simulation does not pinpoint how their killer went up the stage lights.

"Do you like the new addition to the garage?" Grissom asked as he entered. He is holding two cups of coffee.

"How do you get up there?" Catherine replied, looking at him. "How will you prove the killer got up there?"

"I dunno…"

Catherine raised a brow. The answer is very unlike him. 'I don't know? What's wrong with him?' she thought.

"Am I late?" Christianna asked as she hurried inside.

"No, you're just in time." Grissom answered.

She stopped when she saw the metal walkway hanging from the ceiling. "Whoa, how did those get there at such short notice?" she asked.

"Sometimes, it helps when you're the one who helped made the crime lab number two in the whole of America." Grissom replied, sipping his coffee.

"So, you think the killer got up there through, what…?" Christianna asked.

"That's the same question going through my mind." Catherine said.

Grissom smiled. "Ballet needs flexibility. More so for aerial ballet."

"And your point is?" Catherine asked.

"The killer used the metal bars to get up to the stage lights. He must be a former gymnast or a former aerial ballet dancer to execute that. Both of our suspects had or have been an aerial ballet dancer." Grissom explained. He then motioned to Christianna. "Chris, you're a former gymnast. Please do the honors of demonstrating to us how he did it."

Christianna smiled a bit and then shook her head. She approached the lowest bar and hoisted herself up.

Catherine and Grissom watched as she swung herself to the second bar. To them she looks like a swinging pretzel.

"She's good." Catherine whispered to Grissom. He beamed like a proud father. Christianna is an exceptional person and student and he knows how lucky her parents are to have her as their child.

Christianna reached the last metal bar and then climbed the walkway.

"Hello. I'm up here." She said grinning. The entire thing was like a warm up for her. The uneven bars in gymnastics are her favorite area of competition.

"Good. Now try doing that with a rope tied around you waist with a sandbag trailing behind you." Grissom shouted.

"Okay." Christianna replied and proceeded to go down.

"Be careful." Catherine called out when she saw the girl slip a bit.

A few minutes later, Christianna landed on the floor.

"Take off your shoes and wear these." Grissom said, showing her a pair of latex gloves.

Christianna took off her Nike's and slipped the gloves in her hands. Grissom was tying the rope around her waist. A pair of weights dangled at the other end of the rope.

"Okay. I'll time you." Grissom said and took a timer from his pocket.

"I like your socks." Catherine said, noting Christianna's blue socks with yellow flowers.

"Thanks…" Chris said, smiling at her. She then lifted herself up again, careful not to slip.

It took her a much longer time to ascend the metal bar. But to Grissom and Catherine, she still looks like a pretzel swinging from one bar to another.

When she ascended to the third bar, an accident occurred.

"OW!" Christianna exclaimed.

"Chris, are you okay?" Grissom asked. Catherine almost rushed towards below her.

ý up again, careful not to slip.

It took her a much longer time to ascend the metal bar. But to Grissom and Catherine, she still looks like a pretzel swinging from one bar to another.

When she ascended to the third bar, an accident occurred.

"OW!" Christianna exclaimed.

"Chris, are you okay?" Grissom asked. Catherine almost rushed towards below her.

"Yeah. I'm okay something just nicked my hand." Chris answered, hanging on the metal bar.

"Be careful!" Catherine exclaimed. Chris shaved off ten years of her life.

"Yes… mother." Chris replied good-naturedly and continued to swing towards the fourth metal bar.

After a few minutes, she is standing on the walkway.

"Done!"

Grissom stopped the timer.

15:04:38

"Fifteen minutes." Catherine said looking over Grissom's shoulder.

"How is your hand?" Grissom called out.

"Bleeding a bit." Christianna replied.

Catherine looked at Grissom. "Wasn't there blood in the rope?" she asked.

"Yes, by the way, those bars are the metal bars from the scene." Grissom said. "Chris, there are buttons by the left end of the walkway. Lower everything down."

Minutes passed and the metal bars were once again on the floor.

"Oh, I see…" Christianna mumbled, holding her hand. "The killer was wearing gloves on his way up the walkway. He nicked himself on the hand on his way up but only got blood on the ropes due to the gloves."

"Maybe." Grissom said. "It's just a probability."

-x-x-x-

Nick was in the break room, drinking orange juice. His shift has ended and he's waiting for Warrick to emerge from the locker room.

He was staring into nothingness when the door burst open.

"Sara?" He said and set down his glass.

"Are you okay?" Nick asked and stood up.

Sara is shaking and her eyes are filled with tears.

"Hey its okay." Nick said and wrapped his arms around her. Sara began to cry.

"Nick, I remember everything."