A/N: I was in the mood to update actually. So, here we go! And my little challenge to call a psychic and ask about CSI is still up. Lol. Well, review!

--Emily--

Disclaimer: if I owned it, you would see it on the show.


"Sara, Nick, I want you two to go over to the barn and talk to the riders. See if you can get some information about our victims personal life." Grissom walked into the break room to find Nick and Sara just sitting around with Catherine and Warrick.

"You got it boss." Said Nick as he and Sara pulled them selves off the couch. Grissom then glanced at Warrick and Catherine.

"I'm was just about to go and check on the blood I found at the scene." Catherine announced, getting up. Warrick followed her closely. Grissom watched as his team walked out of the room before going to work on the fibers he found around the victims neck.


From the corner of his eye, Nick glanced over at the brunette sitting next to him. She caught his glance and gave him a shy smile. Their eyes lingered for a moment before Nick snapped his attention back to his driving.

"Well, here's the place." Sara just looked at him and rolled her eyes. The pair trudged up the grassy hill to the large cream-colored barn. A few horses poked their heads out of their opened windows to see if the newcomers had any food to offer.

"Um, hi. Are you here about Kim?" a young blonde, about fourteen came up to Nick and Sara. Her large blue eyes were red and blood shot. Nick looked around as Sara answered the girl. Groups of teens were gathered together, the riders weeping for the loss of their friend. He turned back to Sara, who was asking the teen some questions.

"What is your name?"

"Emily. Emily Nickoloff" the girl replied.

"Did you know the victim?"

"Yes. We are really tight here at Galaxy. Kimberly had lessons with me a lot and her horse, Sugar, is next to my horse." Tears started to flow down the girl's cheeks again. She wiped them off hastily. "Sorry, this is just really hard." Sara didn't quite know what to say, so she just gave Emily a sympathetic look.

"Just one more question. Where are the owners of Galaxy?"

"In the office. I will show you." Sara and Nick followed the girl down the long aisle to a large room, with a desk on one end and various saddles, bridles, and other tack on the other end. Pictures of riders adorned the wall above the desk, where a small brunette woman sat, a taller redneck looking man next to her.

"Jana, Keith, these people are here to talk to you about Kim." The man, Keith, looked up.

"I actually have to go. I can talk to you later." With that, he rushed out. Emily followed suite. From outside, they could hear a new girls voice.

"What happened? Why is everyone crying?"

"Oh Stacy, someone killed Kim!" Nick heard the new girl break into sobs, followed by the sound of the girls walking away.

"Hey Ma'am. I'm Nick Stokes and this is Sara Sidle from the Las Vegas crime lab. Would you mind if we looked around and asked some questions?"

"No, not at all. We all loved Kim. Anything to help find her killer."

"When was the last time you saw the Vic?"

"Last night, she had a lesson. She had to stay late, to give Sugar a bath. She drives so we figured we could just leave. We needed to get home to Jordan, our daughter."

"And did you notice anything out of the ordinary? Any strange cars, people?" wondered Sara?

"No- but it was dark."

"Did anyone have a grudge against Kimberly? Any one with a reason to kill her that you know off?"

"No. I can't imagine anyone here wanting to hurt her."

"Well, that's all for now. But do you mind if we look around a bit and ask a few questions?"

"Take all the time you need." Replied the woman, Jana.

"Hey, Nick, come take a look at this." Sara stood in front of a row of bridles, girths, and martingales that hung on a wall. She pointed to a martingale that hung under one hook.

"What is that?"

"The... um, whatever this is looks ripped. This could match the fiber Grissom found around the Vics neck."

"What is it?"

"Who knows."? Jana looked up to see what the criminalists were looking at.

"That's a martingale. For keeping horses heads up."

"Would you mind telling us who it belongs to?"

"Not at all. Peyton. Peyton Trowds."

"Thank you. Can we take it, it could be evidence."

"Please do. Again, we will do anything we can do to help."

"Thank you." They bagged the martingale and headed out of the door.

"Well, do you want to see if we can get anything out of the other friends?" asked Nick. Sara shrugged.

"Ok, we might find out if the victim had a personal grudge with anyone." They walked onto a canopy area. 3 Wash racks stood empty on one side and 4 groom racks sat opposite. It looked like many of the teens had congregated out to the picnic table that sat near the barn entrance.

"Hi. I am Nick Stokes, this is Sara Sidle. We are part of the team investigating Kimberly's death."

"Is there anyone you know of that would want to kill Kimberly?"

"She was liked by just about everyone." Replied one girl. This one looked about the same age as Emily and wore her wave brown hair pulled back into a ponytail.

"Yeah. I mean, of course she had some beefs with some people, but that's just high school. There is no one that would actually want to hurt her." this came from a taller girl, whose curly hair was pinned back into a messy bun. She looked slightly older then the other 2 girls they had spoken to.

"Like what kind of beefs?" Sara now gave her full attention to the girl.

"Um, well, there is a rumor that this one girl was pissed at her because she wanted Kim's boyfriend. But that was just a rumor."

"Who was this girl?"

"Lee. Lee Smith. She owns Glory."

"Thanks. We are going to need your names, if we can please have them."

"Donica. Donica Ramsed." The older girl introduced herself as.

"Christine Blorese." Said the short brunette. Another very tall, very slim girl introduced her self as Stacy Dear and a short midget introduced herself as Lauren Nickoloff.

"Thanks for your time. We will probably have more questions for you ladies later on."

"No problem" replied Emily. "We all wanna see whoever did this to Kim rot in hell."


A/N: yah yah yah. Emily is me. And all the other riders are based on friends. And Galaxy Farms is a real barn. And IT ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If you're in Florida, look us up! Now, review!!!!

--Emily--