A/N: Here goes the third chapter, I hope it feels believable.

All three of them walked into interrogation one after another, all taking seats at the table.

"What's this about?" Elizabeth said.

"Your friend Brittni" Brass informed her.

"What about her? Is she in trouble?"

"You could say that. She died Wednesday afternoon."

The girl's eyes shot wide open, "What? How?"

"She fell. Were you with her on Wednesday?" Brass asked.

"Well, yeh. We had a test at the same time, so we were going to hang out." Elizabeth combed a hand through her light blonde hair.

"Going to, meaning you didn't meet up with her?"

"I saw her, but we never really went downtown."

Brass sensed she was holding something back. "Why exactly is that?"

"I don't know, okay!" She raised her voice in anger. "Look I just found out that my friend is dead, how do you expect me to digest that?"

Brass didn't know what to tell her so he just gave her a moment to calm down. "Were you with her on the bridge?" He knew that he was pushing her limits but he really needed some answers.

"Yes. Are you satisfied? Yes I was with her. And did I kill her? NO!" She clenched her jaw.

"Did you see her fall?" Grissom asked.

"I thought she was goofing around. She does that. Did that." she shook her head, unable to adapt to the tense change so quickly.

"So she fell of the bridge and what? You just kept walking?" Brass asked.

"Like I said, I thought she was messing with me. I didn't know she really fell." Her head dropped to the table and she whispered, "Can I go now?"

Sara looked to Brass for and answer. He nodded.

"Yeh" Sara said and got up to lead Elizabeth out.

"Think she did it?" Grissom asked once they were gone.

"What motive does she have?"

"Maybe we should ask around," Grissom suggested.

"I'll get a list of friends from the parents," Brass said getting up to leave.

Grissom remembered what Hodges told them about the cat hair and said, "Find out if she had a Siamese cat while you're at it."

"O-kay" he said and took off.

He glanced at his watch and realized that shift had ended an hour ago. He found Sara and told her that he was heading home, and he'd be there early next shift because the case was still relatively fresh.

As Promised, Grissom arrived early that night. He and Sara met upwith Brass and made a plan for today.

Brass had gotten a reasonably long list of friends that he was trying to bring in. Sara and Grissom decided that they were going to spend the day between sitting in on the interviews and going over the evidence they had.

"Okay, let us know when you have somebody," Grissom said to Brass before they split up.

"Will do" He said, then remembered something he had found out for Grissom yesterday and said, "Oh yeh, the Vic does have a Siamese cat."

"That's too bad. Oh well." He had been hoping this would be one of those cases where the animal hair would lead them somewhere, like to their killer.

"So what do we know?" Grissom said once he and Sara were back in the layout room.

"Well, we know she was with Elizabeth when she fell, but she claims that she thought Brittni was joking so she just walked away. If that's the truth she has no responsibility for the girl's death, but otherwise she's our main suspect," Sara talked it over with him.

"And, we also know that the fall killed her, so it still could be an accident" He always had to consider all possibilities.

"Yeh, true."

They continued combing over the evidence until Brass paged them, telling them he had a friend ready for them.

He was waiting for them outside of the interrogation room. "Her name's Emily Griffin, she knows Elizabeth and Brittni," he said.

Grissom followed Brass into the room, but Sara chose to go into the observation room. Emily was a small girl with long blonde hair, anxiously cracking her fingers, waiting to get this whole ordeal over with.

"You knew both of them. What would you say Brittni and Elizabeth's friendship was like?" Brassasked after he and Grissom sat down.

"They werepretty close, I guess. They were both obsessed with the same TV shows so they would always come in screaming about that, in a good way though."

"Did they ever fight about anything? Especially recently."

"They never fought," Emily said coldly. It hadn't taken her long to figure out what they were thinking about her friend.

"Did they hang out a lot?" Grissom wondered.

"All three of us were just at Liz's house last weekend, and they hung out after school some days," Emily replied.

"OK. Do you know any reason why Elizabeth would be mad at Brittni?" Brass asked. He often rephrased questions to get new information.

"Well," she thought for a moment, "I don't know if this is relative, but Brittni may have taken something from Liz when we were over there. She may have just been borrowing it but I don't know" She rambled on.

Brass didn't mind, he got a lot of useful information from people when they got nervous and rambled. "Do you know what it was?"

"It might have been her season, I'm not sure though I didn't really get a good look," the small girl was beginning to get very nervous.

"Her season of what?" Grissom said confused.

"One of her shows. I don't think that Liz would kill her over it but she would get mad, if she found out anyways."

"You've been a great help, thanks."

Brass got up and led her out.

Grissom walked into the observation room to talk to Sara. "Think Elizabeth killed her over her stealing her 'season'?"

"We've seen people kill for less," she said, "But honestly I don't know, there has to be more to it than that."

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