Preacher lifted the crime scene tape and flashed his badge as Adrian and Natalie, with kids in tow in their double stroller, entered Grier's Penthouse. Walking up to Captain Bennett, whose jurisdiction it was, Preacher introduced the Monks to the officer and let him know that Adrian was the Associate Director of the FBI and that Natalie was his assistant.

The Captain raised an eyebrow.

"The Department of Justice is recruiting them awfully young these days aren't they?" he asked, looking at Lee and Abby.

Natalie chuckled, embarrassed. "Sorry sir, we weren't able to get a sitter for them on such short notice."

"That's alright." He said. "Just try to keep them out of the way."


Grier's body had already been taken to the morgue, but photographs were taken both to be developed and as a preliminary view using a cell phone.

"Everything here looks to be accidental" said the Captain. "From what we can tell, she was taking a bath and reached up to adjust the radio, accidentally pulling the unit into the tub. Classic electrocution."

Adrian lifted his hands and looked around the room, examining each aspect for anomalies.

"What's he doing?" Bennett asked Preacher.

"Thinking. Just watch and be amazed." He said, folding his arms in front of him in confidence.

Just then, Lee began to cry which in turn set Abby off. Natalie tried to quieten the two babies and got Abigail to calm down by picking her up, but Lee continued to wail. Natalie bent over and checked his diaper to see if he was wet, but he was fine. She shrugged her shoulders at Adrian who by now had put his hands down and was looking over her way since the crying was destroying his ability to think.

"I don't know what's wrong." She said, at which point Adrian stopped what he was doing and went over and picked Lee up and held him with one arm by his side. The baby stopped crying.

"He just wanted to be held." She said.

Adrian kissed his baby head and then raised one hand and tried to do the scan thing again.

"This is not going to work." He said in frustration. "Do we have one of those slings?"

"Ah, got one right here." Natalie said, fishing into the bag at the back of the stroller. She helped him put Lee in the sling and then strapped him to Adrian so that he was facing forward. This seemed to do the trick since Adrian had full use of both hands.

Adrian recommenced his examination of the area and walked over by the bathtub.

"So, you're saying that the radio was sitting, where?" Adrian asked, pointing down.

"Well, one would assume, it was right about here." The captain stated, pointing a narrow flat spot on the tub.

"Right there?" Preacher said. "Not very smart."

"Well, we can't really see any other spot wide enough to accommodate the radio." Said the Captain. "Plus, it had to be right there for her to pull it in."

Adrian continued his room scan and walked over near the shelf, two feet way from the tub.

He looked at the outlet next to the shelf and thought about the length of cord stretching to the edge of the tub. It would be close. As he calculated in his head what it would take, Lee reached out his hand and began banging on the surface of the shelf and talking. This broke Adrian's concentration again and Natalie took notice. She could tell Adrian was trying not to get aggravated but was losing that battle. Quickly, she walked over to relieve him of Daddy duty. Reaching out her hands for the baby, Lee was baby-talking up a storm and smiling as he reached for her.

"Don't be getting too used to this, young man!" she said as they made the transfer to her free hip. "It's going to be a number of years, if ever, before you go following in Daddy's footsteps!"

Adrian smiled and ran his hand across his son's dark curls, then he turned around and raised his hands for a third time, focusing on the shelf. His mouth opened slightly and he bent down and looked at the shelf more closely. A slight smile came on his face.

"What is it?" Preacher asked.

"Maybe not such a long time." He said, with one hand above the shelf and one tracing where the length of cord would have gone.

"Say what?" Preacher asked.

"What do you see?" asked Natalie, as she, Preacher and Bennett gathered and watched.

Adrian looked at the Captain. "Where is the radio now?" he asked.

Bennett walked over to a duffle bag and pulled out an evidence bag which contained the radio.

"Right here." He said, taking it out and bringing it to Adrian.

"Turn it over." He said, at which point the Captain obliged.

"There!" Adrian said. "Look at those feet."

"What about them?" asked Bennett.

"The feet have a unique scalloped pattern to them…" he said, walking to the shelf. "Just like the imprint left in the dust on this shelf."

The group walked over and looked at the shelf, and there, next to the baby handprint was a perfect match for the feet on the bottom of the clock.

"Selby, get over here and get this photographed, and then I want it dusted for prints." said the Captain.

"Any sign of a forced entry?" asked Adrian.

"None." Said the Captain.

Adrian walked into the main apartment and looked around. In the kitchen he saw two wine glasses but the liquid was dried up indicating that they had been sitting there for more than 8 hours.

"She had a visitor recently." Monk said, pointing out the glasses. "But not recent enough to have been there to kill her."

Next, he walked over to the door itself and gave it a tug. Nothing happened. Bending down, he looked at where the latchbolt met the plate.

"Captain!" he said. "Right here."

Adrian took out his tweezers and gently tugged at an almost imperceptible length of material.

"What is it?" Preacher asked.

"Tape. Someone placed a piece of tape over the door latch, keeping it from fully engaging. Gentleman, I'm afraid that Ms. Grier's death was no accident." Adrian said.

"How on earth did we miss that?" said Bennett. "Selby, did you get those prints? I want the team going over this place with a fine-toothed comb. Adams, I would like you to run downstairs and see if the night watch man has any surveillance video from last night and…how old would you say the wine in the glasses is, Mr. Monk?"

"I would say maybe eighteen hours." Said Adrian.

"Okay, ask him to get me the last twenty four hours to be safe." He ordered as Adams took off out the door.

"Oh my word. Someone done killed the FBI director." Said Preacher, shaking his head.

"Yep. Someone done did." Said Adrian.

"The question is 'why?'" Natalie said, looking over at her son. "Got any ideas there, Detective Monk?" then looking back at Adrian who just shook his head. "Poor kid."