Grissom knocked on the door that he had visited only hours earlier. After a pause, the door was opened by a attractive, blond-haired woman in her middle thirties. Dana Jackson.
"Are you Dana Jackson?" Grissom asked
The woman nodded, tears running down her pretty face, "Yes."
'I'm Gil Grissom with the Las Vegas Crime Lab, may I come in and talk with you?"
Dana nodded, "Yes, come in."
"She was like a daughter to me, I loved her so much." Dana said, her voice choked with grief
"She lived with you since she was twelve?" Grissom asked
"Yes, her parents were killed in a car accident, so she came to live with me shortly after." Dana said, her voice still full of shock
"Um, I'm sorry to burden you with this, but did Kirsten have any enemies or anyone who would want to hurt her?" Grissom asked gently
Dana shook her head, beginning to shake, "No, everyone liked Kirsten, everyone…" she trailed off, before breaking into hysterical tears
The interview with Dana Jackson had gone nowhere. Kirsten had been a outstanding student, got good grades, was smart and beautiful and nice. Everyone had liked her, and had been shocked by her murder. Grissom's cell phone rang, and he picked it up quickly, "Grissom."
"Grissom, what in the hell are you doing?"
It was Catherine.
"I just got done interviewing Dana Jackson." Grissom replied coolly
"I thought I told Warrick-" she started, but was cut off abruptly by Grissom,
"You can't order me around Catherine." he said blandly
"I'm just looking out for you." Catherine said quietly
Grissom felt a rush of guilt, "I'm sorry Catherine, but I have to solve this case."
Catherine sighed audibly on the end of the line, "Fine, but let me help you."
Grissom hesitated for a moment, "Fine."