One, Two, Eddie's coming For You
As Catherine made her way to the scene, she gunned the A.C. "Man it's a hot one" she said to herself as she wipes perspiration from her brow.
"Take it easy out there Vegas," the radio DJ warned. "It's 1:30 am and still 100 degrees. This is Johnny Satin signing off.
"100 at 1:30, gees, gonna be a hot one again tomorrow" Cath said as she parked the black Tahoe.
Brass approached her as she entered the house. "It's a real mess in there Catherine. Looks like a murder suicide. Grissom's already inside."
"How old are the vics?" Catherine questioned.
"The murder vic looks to be about 75 years old. The suicide vic looks to be about 25. The note says that mom was terminally ill and didn't want to live any longer so the son obliged."
"So why not just give her sleeping pills or put her in the car? Why all the blood?"
"That's your job Catherine." Brass said as he dismissed himself.
As Cath entered the house she was accosted by the smell of blood. Carefully moving through the house to find Grissom she felt as if someone was watching her. "Gris? Where are you?" she called.
"Master bedroom, second door on the left." He replied.
"Oh my God" Catherine gasped as she saw the murder vic. "This is no euthanasia case." The woman's body was face down on the floor, facing the window. "from the looks of it" Cath thought to herself, "he shot her while she was on her way to bed."
"This certainly isn't" replied Gris. "The son's in the bathroom two doors down on the right. Go start collecting evidence in there and I'll be there when I'm done here."
"Sure thing" Cath said as she hurried out of the room.
As Catherine made her way to the scene, she gunned the A.C. "Man it's a hot one" she said to herself as she wipes perspiration from her brow.
"Take it easy out there Vegas," the radio DJ warned. "It's 1:30 am and still 100 degrees. This is Johnny Satin signing off.
"100 at 1:30, gees, gonna be a hot one again tomorrow" Cath said as she parked the black Tahoe.
Brass approached her as she entered the house. "It's a real mess in there Catherine. Looks like a murder suicide. Grissom's already inside."
"How old are the vics?" Catherine questioned.
"The murder vic looks to be about 75 years old. The suicide vic looks to be about 25. The note says that mom was terminally ill and didn't want to live any longer so the son obliged."
"So why not just give her sleeping pills or put her in the car? Why all the blood?"
"That's your job Catherine." Brass said as he dismissed himself.
As Cath entered the house she was accosted by the smell of blood. Carefully moving through the house to find Grissom she felt as if someone was watching her. "Gris? Where are you?" she called.
"Master bedroom, second door on the left." He replied.
"Oh my God" Catherine gasped as she saw the murder vic. "This is no euthanasia case." The woman's body was face down on the floor, facing the window. "from the looks of it" Cath thought to herself, "he shot her while she was on her way to bed."
"This certainly isn't" replied Gris. "The son's in the bathroom two doors down on the right. Go start collecting evidence in there and I'll be there when I'm done here."
"Sure thing" Cath said as she hurried out of the room.