A/N: WOW! I finally posted the next (and last) chapter of this fic, it's a miracle. Well anyways, lotsof thanks to ForensicsFreak1988 for the last scene. Check out her stories, they rock. Again, I don't own a thing, what a shame.

"You paged us?" Sara asked Doc. Robbins as she and Grissom walked into the morgue.

"Yeh. Thought you two would like to see this," he said and led them over to Brittni Elann's body. He pulled back the sheet and directed their attention to her stomach. "Horizontal line bruise. Must have taken a day or two to appear, meaning that it had to have happened right before her death."

Sara and Grissom stared at the odd bruise right above the girl's belly button. "Thanks, doc," Grissom said, and walked out of the morgue.

Doc Robbins smiled and pulled the sheet back over the girl's body.

"What are you thinking?" Sara asked Grissom once she caught up with him.

"The bruising could suggest a struggle but what would leave that mark?" he wondered.

"Let's go back to the scene," Sara said.

On the way to the scene Sara found herself looking through the crime scene pictures again. Noting where the victim's belongings had scattered she tried to imagine the fall in her head. Flipping to a picture of the railing she showed it to Grissom and said, "Would this make the bruise? It's possible that she was thrown into it."

Grissom said nothing to her in reply but thought it out in his mind until he pulled the car over on the side of the road next to the bridge.

They both got out and walked over to the railing in question. Grissom, who was sidetracked going over all their evidence mentally, didn't see the raised sidewalk block and hit his foot on it. Stumbling off the sidewalk he caught himself on the railing.

"You okay?" Sara said from behind him, holding back a laugh.

"Yeh."

She couldn't help herself. Sara let out a small giggle then looked over at him. Her smile disappeared when she noticed where his hands were.

"Uh, Grissom?" She said, pointing.

"One problem," he said, knowing what she was thinking. "How did she end up all the way down there?" He gestured down the river.

"Good question. I just don't see how it was possible that she was pushed. Why would somebody wait until right here to push her? They walked from the school and there's this big stretch of riverbank with no railing, why wait?" Sara said as she put it together in her head.

"She wasn't pushed," Grissom concluded. "I think she may have been distracted by something."

She thought of all the items they had collected down near the river. "Was the cap on that bottle you collected?"

"No. You suppose that she was drinking it when she tripped?"

Sara said nothing but played the whole thing out in her head.

'Brittni and Elizabeth walk out of the school, Elizabeth in front of Brittni, they head towards the bridge, talking and laughing. Brittni takes her juice out of her bag and takes a swallow, probably tipping her head up, therefore not being able to see the sidewalk. She stumbles off and hits the railing hard. Not able to catch her balance she flips over it and hits her head on the rocks below. Elizabeth thinks her friend is joking around and keeps walking, not having the slightest idea that her friend has just died.'

Elizabeth and Emily sat in the locker room, thoroughly exhausted, and pissed at their hockey coach after another practice of circles, agility drills, and half-ice scrimmages.

"God I really don't see why we can't just do full-ice. I hate being confined," Elizabeth complained, untying her Grafs.

"I know, really? I'm just glad he didn't make us do suicides. " Emily sympathized. Suddenly, Emily almost knocked herself over. Sitting up, she glared at Elizabeth who was laughing.

"Wow Emmy, you good?"

"Yeah," she said bitterly.

"You sure about that?" Elizabeth teased.

"Yeah, shut up. So what episode are we watching first tonight?" Emily asked. The girls were having a sleepover, and planned on watching CSI.

"Got me." Elizabeth said, as if it should make Emily laugh. It should have. "Can I get your hair brush?" Elizabeth added. She never remembered hers.

"Again?" teased Emily, handing it to her.

"Shh…" Elizabeth said smiling. Emily didn't get it. Having gotten all their equipment off and into their bags, they walked out of the locker room, going out to wait for Elizabeth's mom. Throwing her bag in the trunk once her mom showed up, Elizabeth almost knocked herself in as well.

"Oh, snap," she muttered. Elizabeth waited, but Emily didn't finish the quote. Finally she muttered, "Crackle, Pop. Bud-weis-er." Emily didn't get it. Brittni would have.

THE END

A/N: Hockey lingo for the last scene:

Circles: There are five larger face-off circles on the rink. Skating circles refers to a drill in which you, well, skate the larger face-off circles. Kinda like barrel racing on horses.

Suicide drills: Kinda like sprints in any dry-land sport, though A LOT more annoying. If you've seen Miracle, one word- Again. The bain of any hockey player's existence.

Half-ice: Pretty self-explanatory, the goals are set width-wise, instead of length-wise, on the ice.

Grafs: ForensicFreak1988's gorgeous skates.

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