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Vega, Warrick, and Nick all arrived on the campus of UNLV. Vega's car and the CSI Tahoe pulled into the parking lot of University Police Headquarters. Nick looked around after he hopped out of the Tahoe.

"Ah," he took a deep breath and let it out. "I remember my college years. They say it's the best years of your life."

Warrick threw him a dry look as they entered the headquarters. Vega headed straight to the front desk and flipped open his badge.

"Detective Vega, LVPD."

The big cop behind the desk glanced up at Vega's badge then at Vega, Warrick, and Nick.

"Warrick Brown, CSI. This is my partner, Nick Stokes." Warrick and Nick both held out their badges.

"You here about the campus murder?" The heavy cop asked.

Warrick smirked as the big bushy mustache on the man reminded him of a walrus. "No, we're here to speak with Officer Mathers."

"Okay, hang on I'll get him."

The officer walked away leaving Vega and the CSIs standing around the lobby. A few minutes later the officer returned with Mathers in tow.

"Officer Mathers, I'm Detective Vega LVPD, this is CSI Brown and CSI Stokes. We need to speak with you."

"Look, I already spoke with you guys earlier. There's nothing else I have to say," he said, crossing his arms in defense.

Warrick and Nick exchanged looks with each other. Nick cleared his throat and looked back at the officer.

"You mean the campus murder?"

Mathers nodded out a 'yeah' and stared at the CSI. Nick nodded and cocked a smile.

"This isn't about that. We need to talk to you about the suicide of Hayley Brooks."

At that, Mathers face drained of color and he slowly nodded.

"Right this way," he weakly got out as he turned and lead them down the hall to his desk.

Brass' car pulled up in front of the UNLV dormitory. Grissom's Denali pulled up beside it. Brass walked to the door and opened it for Grissom and Catherine who had there kits in tow. Before they were through, Brass turned to Grissom.

"Don't go getting distracted, now." Brass said with a smirk as he looked at Grissom.

Grissom's brows hit his hairline.

"You'll only have to worry about him if the lobby's filled with rare African beetles." Catherine said as she bypassed Grissom and Brass and entered the building.

"How can I help you guys?" asked the young guy behind the front desk.

Brass held up his badge. "Captain Brass LVPD, we need to speak with Krystal Thomson, roommate of Brittany Wallace."

The young guy nodded with a grim smile on his face. "Heard about that, well, the whole campus heard about it. Brit was a good friend." He picked up the desk phone and dialed a number. "Hey, Krys…yeah, I'm fine, listen. A detective's here to talk to you about…Krys, its okay, girl. Yeah….okay," he hung up the phone and turned to the detectives. "She'll be right out. Go easy on her; she's a little out of it."

"I was under the impression that Brittany and Krystal hated each other." Grissom inferred from beside Brass.

Catherine watched as she saw a young girl coming through the security doors.

"What roommates don't once in a while? Just because they had problems doesn't mean Krys is any less affected by Brit's death. Hell, complete strangers are distraught over this," the young guy informed.

Grissom and Brass both raised a brow at that then turned to greet the young woman who approached them.

"I'm Krystal," the girl said. "I'll rather stay out here in the lobby and talk…my room's a mess."

Brass looked at the CSIs and they both nodded in agreement. Brass turned back to the girl.

"Out here's fine."

Brass lead Krystal to a couch in the designated study area. Krystal took a seat in front of the window and pulled her knees up to her chest, Brass sat in front of her while Grissom and Catherine stood off to the side.

"Hey Brass, me and Cath are going to search the dorm room." Grissom was about to turn and follow Catherine when Krystal spoke up.

"Who are you guys?" Krystal said looking at Catherine then to Grissom.

"We're from the crime lab-"

Krystal interrupted him. "You collect evidence. I don't have anything that can help you."

"Hey," Brass spoke up from in front of her. He waited for Krystal to look at him before he continued. "Let them do their jobs. Sometimes even the most insignificant thing can link to whoever did this."

Krystal nodded and tried to smile even though her puffy eyes showed anything but happiness. "Okay. Excuse the mess."

Grissom and Catherine headed down the hallway to the dorm room. They were bombarded with music and televisions going. They passed one door with a message written on the door board saying that the occupants were studying.

"How can anyone study through this racket?" Grissom mumbled to himself.

"I bet you could when you were in college." Catherine calmly said as they approached the door.

"Only because I had earplugs."

Catherine smiled as she unlocked the door with the key the desk guy had given her. "They have earplugs too, only now they're called headphones."

Grissom followed Catherine into the dorm room. "I had headphones too, but they covered you're whole head. I miss those."

They stood in the middle of the dorm room and looked around. Krystal was right, the room was a mess.

"Alert the media, tornado hit college dorm room." Catherine said as she looked around the room.

One side was a typical dorm room. Posters of various artists hung on the walls with sticky tacky and lose string and push pins. The bed was unmade and the desk next to it was filled with books, papers, CD's, DVD's, makeup, and various other items. Clothes covered the floor as carpet and the carpet was unseen.

Grissom turned his attention to the other side of the room. Unlike the side Catherine was on, this side was decorated in, of all things, bees. Honey bees to be exact. Grissom smiled at the notebook that was on the desk next to the bed. There was a picture of a real honey bee, unlike the fluffy, cartoon pictures on the walls, and the scientific name was written over it about twenty times.

"Wow, a young Entomologist." Catherine said as she picked up the book.

"Apis Mellifera, most commonly known as the honey bee. Did you know that honey bees' wings stroke 11,400 times per minute, thus making their distinctive buzz?"

"Did you know that there're letters to a boyfriend in this 'bee' book?"

Grissom peered over Catherine's shoulders and looked at the pages. "Possible suspect?"

"Possible diary. Look, here's an entry on the day she was killed. 'My ex wants me back. I keep telling him I'm happy with Ryan, but he won't listen. What's wrong with men? Why do they have to be jealous assholes?' Amen to that, honey." Catherine turned to Grissom. "Not only do we have a current boyfriend as suspect…"

"We also have a jealous ex."

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