Disclaimer: I own nothing, and only borrowed the characters for a little while.
The annoyed woman stood before Sara and Catherine, the carnage of a night gone bad all around them. "Do you have a husband and children?" she demanded to know.
"I've got the husband," said Sara, lifting her left hand for the light to reflect off her wedding ring.
"I've got the teenager," offered Catherine.
"I'm not sure who I feel more sorry for," Retta said dramatically. "Daughter or son," she suddenly asked, zoning in on Catherine.
"Daughter," replied the older woman. "She's 18 years old."
"You win," said Retta in a certain tone. "Though you're a close second," she offered as a consolation prize to the other CSI.
Sara raised her eyebrow silently and then turned to Catherine. "I'm going to process the living room."
"Okay."
"Ah ma'am?" a uniform interrupted not long after. "You need to see this."
Finito.