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Catherine and Greg walk down the hall of the CSI lab. They were discussing the case.

"Okay," Catherine said while she glanced over at Greg, "so what do we have?"

Greg's brow furrowed as he thought about the evidence found at the crime scene, "Well, so far we have a knife, no fingerprints except for Brittany Wallace the victim, and a bloody towel, with her DNA as well, which supposedly was used by the killer to wipe his or her hands off."

"Very good Greg," Catherine said to him.

"Hey you guys." Warrick said as he walked up to Catherine and Greg.

"Hey Rick," Catherine said while looking over at him, "What's going on?"

"Me and Nicky got a homicide. A female, Hayley Brooks, drowned in her hot tub." He told them.

"Oh, I bet it was hot in thur." Greg said and started laughing at his own joke.

Warrick stopped and said to him, "Man, that's not even cool."

Nicky came up behind Warrick and said, "No, I think he said it was hot."

Warrick looked over at Nick, who was grinning, with a sarcastic smirk, "Oh…not funny."

They stopped at the intersection in the hallway. Just then Grissom walked by them. He looked up at them while he walked, "Let's go. These cases aren't going to solve themselves you know," he said as he continued walking down the hall to the interrogation room.

Brass and Grissom were behind the two-way mirror looking at Katie, who was sitting at the table in the interrogation room and silently crying.

"So, do you think she did it?" Brass asked Grissom.

"Well, first one on the scene is the first suspect." Grissom said to him.

"Yeah, me neither." Brass said as he exited the room.

Grissom watched him leave with a raised eye brow while internally he thought to Brass, Smart ass. He then turned his focus back to the room as Brass walked into the interrogation room.

Brass pulled up a chair and sat in front of Katie with no expression on his face. Katie looked up at him, pitifully.

"Can I please go home now? Haven't I been through enough tonight?" She said through watery eyes.

"You can go as soon as I ask you a few questions." He said in a gentle voice.

Katie snuffled while she looked at Brass and nodded.

"Good. Okay, how do you Brittany?" He asked her.

"She lives…lived across the hall from me. We got to know each other through social events that the floor would host. She was a really nice, funny, and a great person."

"Did anyone not like her?" He asked her.

She thought it over. "I heard her and her roommate fight almost all the time, but you know, get two people together that were completely the opposite from one another and fights will happen, I guess."

"How bad were the fights? Were they just arguments or were any of them violent?"

Katie hesitated. "Well, sometimes the boys from the second floor would come down and make sure everything was okay, because the arguments were so loud. And sometimes Brit would sleep with one of us or out in the lounge if she had to."

"What's the roommate's name?" Brass asked her.

"Krystal Thomson." She said somberly.

"Thank you Katie. You can go now." Brass said as he got up and helped her to her feet.

Catherine and Greg entered the morgue. They walked over to Doc. Robbins who was hovering over the body of Brittany Wallace. Doc. Robbins looked up at the two CSI's approaching the table. Greg walked up to the table and looked at Doc. Robbins.

"What's up Doc.?" Greg said.

Catherine and Doc both looked over at him and stared.

"What?" Greg said innocently, while looking back and forth between them.

Doc looks back down at the body, "The contusions on the victims face are inconsistent with suicide."

"How so?" said Catherine.

"Well, I've never heard of a suicide victim slapping themselves around before they killed themselves," he said matter-of-factly.

Catherine looked over the face of the victim and saw the bruising on her face. She was obviously beaten before death. "Is there anything else," she asks Doc.

"Yes. The laceration on her neck is inconsistent with her being right handed," he said.

"So," Catherine said, "just as I thought, murder."

TBC…?

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