Title: Thinner Than Blood
By: Ashika
Summary: A figure skater from Disney on Ice is dead and, as usual, no one is confessing. The CSI team has a couple of witnesses and a suspect who's nowhere to be found. "There's an underground to figure skating? You've got to be kidding!"
Disclaimer: If I owned any part of CSI, I would hardly be writing fanfiction, now would I? In any case, it belongs to CBS and etc. Disney On Ice is property of Disney and it's affiliates.

The party was hot tonight. The show was over and everyone was getting wasted and high. Everyone knew the company policies, but nobody cared.

The manager liked to make a big deal out of drugs. "No drugs. If we have to get a test, we will. In which case, you will be banned from the tour." But he never followed through because his own lover did drugs. They probably did them together.

Jen loved to party. She loved the atmosphere, it made her feel alive. People were equal when they were drunk, and Miss High-and-Mighty was no exception. Jen laughed at how bad a drunk Steph could be. After two beers Steph was set for the night. She toddled around in her drunken stupor coming onto anything with a penis.

Tonight, Steph was working on her fourth beer, gulping it down like water. The girl did not know the meaning of pacing herself.

Jen narrowed her eyes, the stupid whore was coming onto Chris, her boyfriend. And her even stupider boyfriend was enjoying the attention. Jen grabbed a beer and stomped over to them.

"Chris, honey, I'm a little hungry. You want to come with? I wanna get some chips."

She glared at Steph the entire time, Chris looked indecisive. Steph, the idiot that she was, opened her mouth. "You know, Jen, you should lay off the food. You're gettin' a little chunky 'round the middle."

Jen's jaw came unhinged and she hissed, "Shut the fuck up you whore."

Chris edged away from them both, though quite definitely farther from Steph than his girlfriend. Even he knew Steph had crossed a forbidden boundary.

Steph's smile was saccharine, "It's not my fault your boyfriend wants me more than you. It's not like you've got anything going for you. I mean, you're just my subordinate." Steph smirked and looked at her fingernails – trying to be nonchalant.

Jen's grip on the beer grew tense and her own tone was as sickeningly sweet as Steph's smile. "Aww, I didn't even know you knew such big words!" Her voice grew dark, "Don't underestimate me. One day you'll see who's on top," she sneered and flounced away. She grabbed Chris' arm and proceeded to chug the rest of her beer.

"Honey, let's go somewhere…private."

Chris knew it was for the best to follow her. She was spitting mad and he wasn't going to rock the boat by saying no. He wondered if it was a good idea. In any case, he could shoot up afterwards. He hoped Jen would pass out early. He hated the dramatics and sometimes he wished he could do something more with his life.

Steph glared as the couple walked away. "You're boyfriend is mine, Jen." She closed and opened her eyes. It was a party – she should be having fun. After all, she was Stephanie Verronna.

She sashayed up to another boy on the tour and grabbed his butt. "Hey, lover boy, you wanna do some shots?"

The man's dark eyes lit up. "Sure, let's do it," he grinned.

'It' had many different meanings, which they both took advantage of that night.

AN: Well...I thought the other chapters were better, but oh well. I've begun the twists - yay! Now, we've met most of the characters. You'll find that some people aren't as accurately portrayed aswe've been told, but, that's because of the POV. Anyway, more mystery and our favorite CSIs are doing there job in the next chapter. And what's Catherine, Warrick, and Greggo been doing? I suppose I should include them in the fic. :P I do like them, just not as much as others. No bashy-bash though. I despise bashers.