The Delquisk's lounge was like that as a typical family. Gil Grissom entered to find Detective Sofia Curtis and a man he presumed was Robert Delquisk sat on separate two-seater leather couches. Positioned at an angle so to be viewable from either sat a large TV set, he estimated, about 50 inches with a flat LCD screen and both a DVD and VCR sat underneath it. A low-slung coffee table seemed to be the main feature of the immaculate room with its neutral cream walls and carpeting. There was no doubt about Robert Delquisk's wealth. There was doubt, however, that his daughter had taken her own life.

"Mr Delquisk?" Grissom asked the startled face of the man sitting on the sofa nearest him. "I'm Gil Grissom from the crime lab. I'd like to ask you a few questions."

"Crime lab?" Delquisk repeated, taking a glance at Sofia "I don't understand…I've already told this detective everything I know."

"Yes," the criminalist agreed "I'm sure you have. But my job is to find evidence, and right now the evidence is telling me that I need to ask you some questions of my own, Mr Delquisk."

"Evidence of what? Anna…Anna…did this," the man was obviously still upset about the loss of his daughter, it seemed to have come as a shock to him and Grissom knew from experience that most parents weren't able to comprehend the importance of an investigation. To Robert Delquisk, homicide wasn't an option concerning Anna's cause of death. To someone not trained to observe the way Grissom was, there was nothing to suggest anything other than suicide.

"My team and I will be looking into how Anna died," he explained "For the moment I'd appreciate it if you could just go over your original statement that you made with Detective Curtis."

Sofia herself looked confused but didn't question Grissom's reasons. She accepted the casual shrug Brass gave her when he sat down beside her (as Grissom sat on the other couch) to mean that this was just another of Grissom's 'following the evidence' things. She of all people knew not to get involved with that.

"So you last saw Anna when?" Grissom asked

"At supper…around 10, then I went out for a couple of hours. I came home at…at…just before midnight and I went up to check on Anna. She's a good girl, you know? I assumed she was asleep- like normal. But her bed…her bed was…was-" the man seemed to break down at this point, and his words were muffled from crying.

Grissom looked up at Brass and Sofia; dealing with people was certainly not his speciality.

Abandoning his original plan, Gil chose a new approach to questioning the distraught man.

"Mr Delquisk, did you touch the body or anything in the room when you found her?"

Delquisk seemed to contain his crying for a moment to look up at Grissom with confusion, "I…no I don't think so…"

"If Anna committed suicide, she would have stood on her desk stool and tied herself up, right?"

"If?" the bewildered father repeated, "What exactly are you people investigating?"

"Well, I'll need all the evidence before I can answer that. But she used the stool?"

"Yes it was…lying on the floor when I found her. She must have used it to…to…tie herself up…"

"Likely, but I did notice a set of visible prints on the stool. Made from some sort of dirt or oil…they looked too big to be hers."

Delquisk seemed to be thinking his words over but he didn't respond to them. Most people who didn't have his job weren't so quick at spotting signs of a homicide Grissom realised.

"Could I see your hands?" he asked.

"Wait…you're suggesting I did this?" Robert Delquisk shouted; he was obviously outraged at such a suggestion. Most people were.

"You've got no right, no right at all!" he stood up at this point, his rounded face reddening "Jesus…how could you even think I killed her? My own fucking daughter!"

"Mr Grissom is just trying to eliminate you as a suspect…" Sofia tried to calm the man.

"Don't give me that bullshit! My wife used to be a cop y'know."

"Well then I'm sure you'll understand-" Sofia tired again.

Delquisk cut her off, "I don't understand the need for all…this," he gestured towards a now silent Grissom.

"I'm a homicide captain, Mr Delquisk. We have to investigate all the possibilities before we can draw up a conclusion," Brass explained.

The angered man nodded, the normal colour resuming in his cheeks as he calmed down a little "Homicide…you think…you think Anna was…was…murdered?"

Grissom took this as his chance to speak, "Like I said, Mr Delquisk, I don't have all the evidence yet. But once my team are done upstairs and the coroner has done a full autopsy, we'll know exactly what happened to your daughter."

Robert Delquisk shook his head "No…no an autopsy won't be necessary."

"We have to determine a cause of death," Grissom appealed.

But the father was not at all interested, "She killed herself! I saw her hanging there. How can you tell me that you need to…to cut her open to see the blindingly obvious?"

"The only obvious thing is your guilt," Brass muttered.

"You still think I killed her?" Delquisk asked, now pacing the room nervously "For God's sake, I've told you everything. Don't you believe me?"

Giving him a dull glance, Grissom recited one of his favourite sayings, "I believe the evidence."


The DNA lab was a safe place to work. One always knew what was required of them when presented with a job or a challenge. Out in the field really defined 'challenge' for Greg Sanders, not that he could deny the importance of his job to himself. The good-humoured approach he took to most things did not mean he enjoyed the serious implications of his line of work any less than the other two investigators in the room with him. Sure, Greg had never been described as somewhat 'work obsessed' as Sara Sidle had been. Nor was he known for being a puzzle solver in the way Catherine Willows so much adored recognition for. But he was perfectly capable of succeeding in his job. This particular crime scene was no different except for the fact that he wasn't too sure what he was supposed to be looking for. It was routine for CSI to search a crime scene and collect anything considered evidence, but Greg was not entirely sure what to consider evidence in this instance. He had been so busy trying to impress the boss and get straight on with his work- even finding something of interest during his search- that he had barely heard Grissom and Sara's conversation about the evidence not supporting a suicide. So was he here to look for evidence of murder? Catherine seemed to know what she was doing as he watched her move around the room taking photographs of anything of possible significance or characteristic values of Anna Delquisk that may have been a factor in her probable murder. At the other side of the room, Sara was fiercely concentrating on her task of dusting for prints on the desk stool while the assistance coroner, David Phillips checked over the body. No-one noticed Greg's slow work rate as he lifted back the bed sheets and used the RUVIS tool to enable him to see semen stains on the sheet. Seeing nothing, he lifted the sheet up and searched the mattress- still nothing. He switched the reflective ultraviolet imaging system off and let out a sigh.

Catherine looked up at him from where she had been photographing something in one of the drawers at the other side of the bed, "You might want to take a look at this, Greg."

He walked to where she had left one drawer open and gazed inside. "Condoms," he said aloud, lifting the box from its place of storage and examining it carefully "only a few left…indicates lots of sex, but not in her bed- no semen."

Catherine nodded, "I guess we should find out if Anna had a boyfriend."

"And if he works in the motor trade," Sara said as she lifted the hand print from the stool. "Some sort of oil on this print. I'm thinking cars."

"You know, I noticed a pretty nice Lexus parked outside," Greg informed the two women "Daddy Delquisk could have made that print."

Sara shrugged, "I guess that's what Grissom's gone to find out."