disclaimer: I do not own csi, and have a snowball's chance in hell of ever owning it.
"Sophie, it's time to get up, kiddo." Mary Smith said, knocking on sophie's bedroom door and coming in. "Sophie, come on! It's time to get up!" Mary turned on her daughter's light and saw her daughter lying on the edge of her bed with her eyes in a glassy stare. Wondering what was going on, she lifted of a blanket covering her arm and body, and saw headache pills in her daughter's hand.
"What happened?" Gil Grissom asked, going under the police tape and walking up the drive of Mary's house. "A girl named Sophie Smith commited suicide with a bottle of headache pills." sarah replied, as they went in the house and up the stairs. They went into Sophie's room and looked at the scene. "Looks like she was forced onto the bed..." "A homicide?" Sarah asked, "Well, we can't be sure right now, but-Hey, what's that on the bottle? Some kind of powder?" he crouched down to get a better look at the bottle. Talcum powder...?" "looks like rubber gloves did that. But they would have to be on a childs hand..." Gil trailed off, springing up and out of the room. "Mary, do you own any rubber gloves? With talcum powder?" "Yes, but your the police, don't you have already have gloves?" "Yes, and you have a young son, correct?" "Yes, he's adopted. He's going to turn nine in 3 months." "Ma'am, we'll need to see your son."
I'm Writing the second chapter of this as I write this, so don't worry.