A/N: I hope you enjoyed the last chapter! Thanks for the reviews. Please keep them coming! Oh, just one thing. This story was really started before all these big changes came up on the show. So, none of the recent changes are in this story. Just thought you should be reminded of that! Now, go and review!
-Emily-
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"Grissom! When I get the results, I will tell you!" Said an exasperated Greg for what seemed like the millionth time. Grissom had been practically leaning over Greg's shoulder for the past few hours, waiting on the results from the blood found on the hoof picks and the horseshoe.
"Grissom! Come here!" Catherine said, poking her head in the room. Greg gave her a look of gratitude.
"Thanks Cath. But, do you think you can occupy him for just a little bit longer?" Catherine laughed. Shaking her head.
"Page us with the results. Come on Grissom, we found a match for the fingerprints found on the horseshoe."
"So, who's the lucky person?" questioned Grissom as he followed her to the machine.
"Take a look for yourself." Grissom smiled as he took a look.
"The trainers husband." Catherine nodded. She was about to say something when a beeper went off. Grissom looked down.
"It's Greg. He has the results." Catherine wordlessly followed Him to the DNA lab.
"Ok, The blood on the shoe matched that of the victim. And as for the hoof picks, the blood on the one you found in Lee's trunk matches the victims. The one found in Emily's came back unknown." Grissom nodded. He turned to Catherine.
"Call Nick, Sara, and Warrick. I'll call Brass and see if we can bring in Keith, Lee, and Emily.
The phone's ring brought Nick from his sleep. He smiled as he looked at the figure cuddled up next to him. He turned, trying no to rouse he as he answered the phone.
"Stokes."
"Nick, Its Catherine. We got the DNA results."
"Ok, I'll be right in."
"Oh, and tell Sara too." Said Catherine with a chuckle.
"I will." Replied Nick sheepishly. He hung up the phone and turned towards Sara. Her eyes fluttered open.
"Who was that?" she mumbles.
"Catherine. They got the DNA results. She wants us to come in." Sara sighed.
"Alright. Can I take a shower first?" He kissed her softly.
"Sure."
Forty-five minutes later, they met up with Catherine at the lab. She looked at them slyly.
"Have a good night?" Sara rolled her eyes.
"Don't we have some results to look at?" She snapped.
"Oh yeah. Blood on the horseshoe and the hoof pick found in the Lee Smith's trunk match the Vics. The blood on the hoof pick found in Emily Nickoloff's trunk came back unknown. Brass in bringing them in as we speak."
"Is Warrick here?"
"Yup. You two are the last one's in." Catherine paused for a moment before glancing between the two of them. "You aren't trying to keep things between you a secret, are you? Because if you are, you're doing a horrible job." Sara blushed.
"Catherine, what we do outside of work is our business. But since everyone seems so intent on knowing about our personal lives, we're not going to try to hide It." drawled Nick.
"No that it makes any difference. Everyone already seems to know." mused Sara. Catherine shrugged.
"No, not everyone. Greg and Grissom probably don't know." she said only to be met with Sara's not so amused glare.
"Cath, Brass has Keith and Lee in interrogation." Warrick called as he walked towards the three.
"What about Emily?" wondered Catherine.
Warrick smirked. "She said it was her blood, and gave us a sample. It turns out she stabbed herself while cleaning out her horses' hoof.
"Wow." Remarked Sara.
"Yeah. So, that's just a pure case of stupidity. Now come on, we have two other not so bright criminals waiting for us."
They walked over with Warrick to the interrogation room where Keith was. Lee occupied a neighboring room. Brass and Grissom walked into the room where Keith sat.
"Whatcha want now?" asked the man, obviously bored with the whole thing.
"We found the horseshoe." Brass said. A brief flash of panic filled Keith's eyes.
"I uh… I don't know what you mean." He said, regaining his composure.
"Ah, give it up. We've got you for murder."
"Don't I at least get a lawyer or something like that?" whined the man. Brass shrugged.
"Yeah. I don't see what good it'll do you though. Admit it. You're screwed." Keith just stared at the detective.
"Now, I personally don't think you were in this alone. I just find it hard to believe that you would be that smart. So, tell me who put you up to it, and maybe we can cut a deal." As Brass talked, Grissom looked down at the mans feet.
"Mountain horse work boots. Looks to be about the same size as the prints we found at the scene. How much would you like to be that we could match them with the ones at the scene?" Said Grissom with a slight smile.
"Alright. All right. You've got me. But I swear, it wasn't my idea. I didn't want to I just…"
"You just what?" asked Brass.
"I needed the money." Mumbled Keith.
"For what?"
"I needed some things for my cows." From behind the glass window, the rest of the team tried to suppress their laughter.
Brass looked at the man. "Who hired you?"
"Lee Smith." He replied without hesitation.
"How much did she pay you?"
"She said she's pay me five thousand."
"Said?" questioned Brass.
"Yeah. She hasn't paid me yet." Came the answer. Brass shook his head.
"So, let me get this strait. You killed a woman with only the promise of cash from a teen?" Keith looked down.
"She signed a piece of paper." He grumbled.
"Was this paper a legal one?"
"No."
"May I ask you one more question?"
"Ok."
"How STUPID can you be? Now you're going to get all the blame and she's going to walk out of here. Unless you can get us some solid evidence that she hired you." Stated Brass. Keith's eyes widened in horror as he ruminated on what Brass had just said.
"Alright. She sent me a piece of paper, one she wrote. With specific instructions and stuff. Its at home, in a filing cabinet."
"Thank you very much. We'll look." Keith looked up at Grissom, his eyes filled with fear.
"She's not going to leave me here to take the blame? Right?"
"Hopefully not." Replied the older man. As Brass and Grissom walked out, Brass turned to Grissom.
"I guess now we talk to blondey over there." He said, motioning to where Lee sat looking like she thought the whole thing was stupid.
Grissom nodded. "She's the mastermind."
A/N: I hope you liked this one. Please, leave me a review.
-Emily-
