My foot hit the petal of the Denali, and I could feel the wind from the open window hitting my bare arm. It was far too early to be already back on call, but the man in the passenger seat and I where the only nightshift investigators able to help the dayshift. I was curious as of why Brass had called us two in, but assumed that he did so within reason. I had gotten used to no sleep, and constantly being called in as soon as I was off clock. It was the price to pay of working in a city that never slept and where the crime was much too high. Despite these down sides, we would never transfer for the stress kept us levelheaded and we got more frustrated when we have to sit and wait for cases to break. I parked the car in the street where I could clearly see a crowd of people blocking my view of the crime scene.

Greg hopped out of the passenger sit, while I turned off the ignition and grabbed my id. He grabbed my hand, guiding me to follow him through the crowd and then we separately produced our crime lab Ids to be let through. We both held separate kits in our arms while walking to the front of the house we were spotted Brass. There was a dayshift csi looking with wide eyes, being comforted by her partner.

"Brass, what's going on?" Greg asked.

"Yeah, what do you need nightshift for?" I asked.

"Suicide of two is a bloody mess, rookie can't handle it."

I began to survey the mess that was the living room, it looked like a domestic dispute, by the way furniture had been thrown about and pieces of a shattered vase was on the floor. "Is there any forced entry?" I asked.

Brass shook his head. "No forced entry, but we haven't ruled out homicide either."

"Hitler." I stated.

An unfamiliar voice spoke up. "What do you mean?"

I looked at the dayshift investigator who had spoken up. "Who are you?"

"CSI Smith, this is my partner Adams, this is her first scene." He told me.

Greg and I both nodded, remembering our first time seeing a dead body. Brass cut in, "These two are CSIs Sanders."

Smith furrowed his brow. "Oh, you're Team Sanders, we've heard about you two. You're siblings right?"

Greg laughed, as he began to note what he saw in our prelim. "I'm Greg Sanders, and this is my wife Siv."

Brass had a smirk across his face, but I just began to take photos of what I knew would be important. "Abusive husband, they get into a fight, he kills her and then realizing what he's done pretends to make it a suicide."

Smith nodded. "That was my guess, but it doesn't explain why he's dead as well. Excuse me; I have to go check on Adams to make sure she can do this. Thanks for coming out and helping."

Smith left with his estranged partner outside the house. I just nodded, and made my way into the bedroom where the bodies lay. There was one gun in the husband's hand but pointed to his head, and the wife was already dead in the bed with her wrists slit and a gunshot to her chest. I could feel Greg's breath on my neck, as I took photographs and he jot down notes.

"What possesses a man to kill his wife, make it look like a suicide and then kill himself?" Greg asked.

I shook my head. "Crime of passion, and maybe when he saw what he had done he couldn't bare with his deeds so it was better that he died with her."

"The cuts look post-mortem and horizontal slits don't lose as much blood as vertical cuts do. Hey Brass, is the coroner here yet?"

A man that we didn't recognize came to survey the bodies. "Shame about Miss. Adams. So I hear you two are the famous Sanders and Sanders team."

I smirked. "I didn't know we were famous."

Greg shrugged. "First time the lab has a married team I guess. So what's the pronounce on the wife?"

"Well the cause of death looks like the gunshot wound on both of them, she died before him about 4 hours ago, and he died perhaps two hours ago or less."

"Thanks doc, you can take them back to the lab." I told the coroner.

I bagged the gun, and turned to my husband. "Did you know we were the famous Sanders team?"

Greg smiled. "I had no idea. I guess that means we're just really good at what we do."