A/N: Well, I know it has been a long time since I updated. There has been a lot of stuff going on that has really been affecting me. You see, I might have to sell my horse Pita, who if you noticed as been mentioned in many of my stories, this one included. You must understand that horses are my life. Having to sell Pita is worse than say… CSI being cancelled. So, that has been hell on me.
Also, I will be adding some GC romance into this story. One reviewer emailed me, requesting that I add it. And if you ask me to add something, I will almost always add it (unless its GS… then that will not appear.) So, again, sorry for the delay. Please, review. I love to hear what you think.
Emily—
Disclaimer: All CSI characters belong to some really rich dudes. Believe me… If I owned it, I would not be sitting at home right now.
This chapter is dedicated to all those riding at the Las Vegas Show Jumping and Dressage World Cup Finals. None of those competing in that are probably reading this… but that's ok. Good Luck anyways!
"Are you guys done with me yet? I have things to do." whined Lee as Catherine, Grissom, and Brass joined her in the second interrogation room.
"You better get comfortable, because we're not even close." Spat Brass.
"Whatever. Isn't this like, police brutality?" she sneered.
"Not when we have evidence linking you to a murder." Lee looked up.
"What murder?"
"The murder of Kimberly Aruba." Said Grissom before Brass could snap back with his own rude comment.
"I didn't touch her."
"We have witnesses that claim you were in some type of feud with the victim." Said Catherine. Lee rolled her eyes.
"I don't like a lot of people. That doesn't mean I go around killing them all." From behind the glass window, Sara, Nick, and Warrick stood, observing the interrogation.
"You know, she's just like those girls who made my life miserable in high school." Stated Sara.
"I bet they were just jealous." Nick said. Sara smiled up at him.
"My God, you two. Your almost as obvious as those two." He motioned towards Grissom and Catherine.
"Nah." Replied Nick. "I made my move. Grissom still has yet to make his." Warrick just chuckled and turned his attention back towards the window.
"Lee, give it up. Keith told us everything." She laughed.
"And you're going to take the word of a stupid redneck over mwa?" Catherine and Grissom exchanged glances. It seemed it would be harder then they thought to get Lee to break.
"We have the bloody hoof pick in your trunk."
"Anyone could have placed it there. I don't have a lock."
"Your fingerprints were on it." Said Grissom.
"I use it a lot. I do have to pick out my horses' feet you know." Brass leaned forward, so he was face to face with the teenaged girl.
"Listen missy, we are going to get you. And you're going to be going away to a place where they don't take sarcasm so well." Lee just sat, staring back at him.
"Prove it." She smirked.
"We have evidence that you paid off Keith to kill Kimberly."
"Well, why would I want to do that?" she asked, her question directed towards Brass.
"You were jealous of her boyfriend. You wanted her out of the way. We have the paper Lee. Give it up."
"You know, I think I want to talk to my lawyer now." She said softly, her eyes moving downwards towards the table. Grissom and Catherine left, leaving Brass to deal with the lawyer.
"I think she was almost at the breaking point." Said Catherine as she and Grissom walked towards the others. He nodded.
"But we do need to find that slip of paper."
"Already done." They looked up at Warrick's voice.
"It's down being printed and comparing it to a handwriting sample of Lee's. Grissom nodded.
"Good job. Why don't you tell Nick and Sara to head back home? Tell them to get some rest before shift tonight. Warrick nodded and walked away.
"Catherine, Grissom, Lee's lawyer just arrived." Brass came up behind them.
"So soon?" Catherine said, raising an eyebrow.
"He was in the building already." Explained Brass. Catherine nodded. She turned to Grissom.
"Want me to find out what's going on with the evidence?"
"Please. I'll meet you in the interrogation room." Catherine walked away in the direction of the sample and Grissom followed Brass back to the room where Lee and her Lawyer were stationed.
"Well, that was fast." Said the lawyer.
"We have evidence linking to your client to the murder of Kimberly Aruba." Stated Grissom.
"You have a redneck who claims to have been paid by my client to kill another girl. You have a hoof pick, which could have been planted by anyone into my clients trunk."
"We also have a slip of paper that your client wrote telling Keith that she would pay him to commit the murder. It also had how to do it." Replied Grissom.
"And just where is that paper?" Asked the lawyer.
"It's being processed right now. Catherine Willows, another one of the CSI's on the case is getting it as we speak." Brass looked at Lee.
"Admit it, your screwed. We've got you for murder." The lawyer just looked at him.
"I would like to see this paper."
"Can do." She looked up to see Catherine entering the room, out of breath. She looked at Grissom. "It's a match." She put the evidence bag on the table, along with the results.
"This handwriting matched that of your clients perfectly. It also has her fingerprints all over it." Lee scowled.
"Alright, I did it? Happy now? I had him kill the stupid bitch. But the dumb redneck didn't even do it right! She deserved to die; she was always stealing things from me. She stole Stuart from me. He would have been mine."
"Lee, I advise you not to say another word." Lee glared at the detective.
"Any further questions you can ask my lawyer."
"No, I think that's all." He pulled out a pair of handcuffs.
"Lee Smith, You are under arrest for the murder of Kimberly Aruba…" Grissom and Catherine exchanged satisfied grins as the left the room.
"Hey Catherine?"
"Yeah?" She said, looking at Grissom. He shifted his weight a bit and looked down.
"I was thinking, would you like to go out sometime?"
"Like on a date?" She asked, highly amused at Grissom's obvious discomfort.
"Uh, yeah… that is if you want it to be." She smiled.
"I was wondering when you'd finally get around to asking me." He looked at her, shocked.
"Is that a yes?" She grinned.
"That's an I'd love to. When?"
"How about tonight?" She smiled.
"Sounds great."
A/N: Well folks, this is the second to last chapter. I added some GC for those who asked for it. There will be more GC and more NS in the last chapter. Hopefully it won't take me as long to get that one up.
Well, review!
Emily
