"Ricky, we are going to have to ask for your cooperation." Gil was sitting in the interrigation room with Ricky Smith, who was crying his eyes out. "I've told you! I didn't do it! Sophie was my sister! I would never do that!" he blubbered, While Gil sat across from him, his face showing no emotion. "Ricky, we need to ask you about your sister, not blame you for it. Now, your mother says that you didn't have an exactly friendly relationship with your sister, did you, Ricky?" "THAT"S NOT TRUE! I LOVED MY SISTER!" "Look, Calm down, lots of siblings don't get along with one another. Were not going to blame you over that, so please don't lie." Ricky sighed and said, "Ok. I didn't really like her, but I wouldn't KILL HER!"
"Well Sarah, the talcum powder prints from the bottle are too large to be Ricky's." Nick said, putting Ricky's known prints with the ones from the crime scene. "So he didn't kill her?" "Well it's too early to tell, but for right now, he's clean." Just then, Albert came in from the autopsy room. "It turns out that the headache tablets were not what killed her. in fact, she didn't have any tablets in her body. She did, however, have 24-dichlorophenoxy acetic acid in her system, otherwise known as weed killer, and she also had wine before she died." "Wine? I think that we are going to have to ask Mary exactly what her daughter was doing the night before she died..."
"My husband is divorced, so Sophie would go over at the weekends. She said she was going to a party at the school with some of her friends..." "Do you know who these 'friends' were?" Gil asked Mary. "Yes, of course! They were... Dyllen thomas, and... Kira Jones." Gil grissom wrote these names down before saying: "you can leave now."