A/N: There i fixed chapter two so it's not in script form anymore too. Now please enjoy.

Disclaimer: don't own the beave will and all that fun stuff.

Catherine, Warrick, and Nick pull up to a school gym and meet the janitor. "Where's the victim?" asked Catherine.

"She's in the upper gym...under the bleachers," replied the janitor.

"What?" asked Warrick.

"I was folding up the bleachers after the assembly and they wouldn't fold up all the way. I went to look under the bleachers and saw her body," replied the janitor.

"Has anyone besides you been up there?" asked Catherine

"I've been the only one up there sense the assembly ended. There were lots of teenagers up there during the assembly though."

"Thank you," said Catherine as she, Warrick, and Nick walked up the stairs to the upper gym.

"How is a teenager killed during an assembly with hundreds of other students and fifty teachers and other staff members? Plus aren't students not aloud to leave the bleachers during an assembly?" asked Nick.

"That is correct, of course when they're being disruptive we have either a teacher or the school officer take them out of the bleachers," replied a tall lanky woman.

"And may I ask who you are and what you're doing here?" said Catherine.

"Of course I'm Carol Collin. I am the principal at this school and I came to give you the book of students and possibly tell you who the student is."

"Thank you Principal Collin we can use the all the help we can get, but the book of students will be helpful in it's self. Excuse us for a moment," said Catherine. Catherine walked over to where the body lay and opened the book and turned a few pages, and looked between the photo and the body. She than walked back over to the principal.

"Does Stasia Kingsten sound familiar?"

"Oh god Stasia Kingsten. She is... was and A and B student she did exceptionally well in school, I don't know who would want to kill her," said the principle.

"Thank you Principal Collin," said Catherine.

In an hospital room were a Dr., Grissom, and Greg. "Dr. how is the victim?" asked Grissom.

"As far as we know she is fine," said the doctor and nodded his head in the direction of his office.

"Greg I need to speak with the doctor in his office stay with victim incase she talks."

Greg just nodded his head and sat down next to the victim.

The doctor sat down in his chair at his desk and offered Grissom a seat as well who took it. "We took some of her blood for you guys here it is. She hasn't spoken at all yet, but it was smart to leave your guy there incase. Here is the knife that was in her waist."

"Is there anything else we should know?" asked Grissom.

"Actually there is. There is bruising around her mouth. Her mouth was sticky as well, We took a swab and lifted the sticky substance for you as well. I think it may be some kind of citrus substance," Replied the doctor.

Greg took the victim's hand in his and the victim smiled slightly. "Wh...where... my ...where's my.." she stuttered.

"Yes what is it?" asked Greg soothingly.

"My backpack. I need my backpack," she said opening her eyes slightly.

"Is this it?" asked Greg as he picked up a small backpack off the night stand.

"Yes. There is something inside you need to read," said the Woman.

"Why?" asked Greg.

"Because you just have to. It's inside a box and it's all gone wrong. I don't know why it had to be like this, but it just was what it was. Good-bye," she replied. The victim took a deep breath and then her head went to the side.

"Oh God no, oh God. Somebody help. This can't be happening," yelled Greg.

The Dr. came running in followed by Grissom. The Dr. walked over to the victim and checked for a pulse as Greg stood up and moved away from the bed. He stared at the young women. "There's nothing," said the Doctor.

"Noo! Noo! Taylor wake up you can't be dead, open your eyes! Just wake up, Taylor you can't be dead!" yelled Greg

"Greg stop she's dead," said Grissom.

"No she's not she can't be. She just can't," cried Greg.

"The Jane Doe is dead, but she is not a Jane doe to you. How do you know her?" asked Grissom.

Greg turned toward Grissom tears trickling down his face. "She's my cousin."

A/N: so that's chapter two. i know it's not realistic for Greg's cousin to still have her bag thing, but please just go with it.