Grissom stopped reading after that one entry. He couldn't believe what he was reading. The little protégé that he had grown to really admire had been having problems at work. Could this "David" fellow be the one that had raped her? It was only the initial entry in the diary and he could tell that she wanted to be a scientist more than anything. She didn't talk much about friendships or relationships with people, instead she stuck to the facts. A car had driven up. Wanted free food. She did what she had been trained to do. And now, her superior wouldn't talk to her. Could more be going on in the life of this young girl than he knew? Having closed the notebook, Gil Grissom thought back on the first night he ever met Krystal Davies.

Upon arriving at the crime scene, he found a young woman, probably about twenty years old or so, hanging around the tape. He had asked Jim Brass about her and was promptly told that she refused to leave. So he went over to talk to her.

"Hi, what's your name?" Grissom asked the young woman.

"Krystal," she replied.

"What are you doing out here tonight?"

She smiled softly. "I heard about the crime scene and I thought I'd come check it out." She must have thought she sounded crazy because she added, "I'm not a sicko. I wanna be a criminalist. I'm in the forensic science program at UNLV."

Grissom smiled at her. He remembered his own drive to become a scientist. "Well, Krystal, I'm Gil Grissom. Did you see what happened tonight?"

"Nope. Just got here. Just wanna watch real forensic science in action." She grinned at him and he nodded at her.

"Okay, but it's not as action packed as it seems," Grissom replied.

"I know."

Her dedication and willingness to stand out in the quickly dropping desert temperature just to observe his evidence collection had struck Grissom. Not many people would be willing to watch the tedious task of staring at the ground. But for some reason, she just stood there watching, every so often jotting down one thing or another, but mainly her eyes were on him and what he was doing.

Grissom took off his reading glasses and rubbed his eyes. It was just mind boggling to him that she wouldn't tell him what was going on.

Just as he was thinking of going and talking to either Catherine or Sara about this thought of his, Catherine Willows showed up at his office door.

"Rough night?" she asked.

Grissom looked up at her. "You could say that. Did you ever meet Krystal Davies?" he inquired, knowing the answer full well.

Catherine didn't even take a moment to think. "She's that petite brunette who comes to crime scenes every night." Grissom nodded as Catherine sat down in one of the chairs across from Grissom's desk. "What's up with her?"

Grissom folded his hands slowly and said, "We found her last night, victim of a homicide."

Catherine shook her head, moving her short blond hair around her face. "She held such promise." Catherine looked at Grissom. "Where are you in the investigation?"

"Not very far," Grissom admitted. Handing over crime scene photos, Grissom explained, "She was strangled with a cord of some type. Raped before she was murdered. Greg matched DNA to whoever raped her two months ago. Found fingerprints and a footprint at the scene. Haven't matched them yet. Nick's working on the prints now. We hope to find a match soon. Not much at her residence. Found a diary. Looks to be detailing harassment maybe." Grissom leaned forward, placing a hand under his chin. "Sara told me she handled Krystal's rape two months ago. Krystal made her promise not to tell me. She didn't want me to find out."

Catherine smiled at her boss. "She respected you Gil. She saw this as a weakness. She wanted you to think she was strong. What else does she say in her diary?" Catherine got up and closed the door as Grissom began to read aloud the next three entries.