A Half hour later...



"Get out of my fries!" Sara smacked Brass's hand lightly.

"Sorry, I didn't get any."

"Yes you did, you ate them already!"

"Now, now children." Grissom said calmly, "Okay, lets look at what we have so far."

"We have one dead, devoted husband," Catherine said, "Let's pretend Philip Morrison is the salt shaker." She pushed the salt shaker into the center of the table.

"Then we have the distressed widow," Nick said, "Mrs. Morrison can be the pepper shaker." He placed the pepper beside the salt.

"Then we have David Walker," Sara said, "He can be the french fry which Brass is about to eat." Sara promptly snatched away her french fry.

"Hey!" the detective exclaimed.

"It's for the good of science," Sara retorted.

"Then we have Amy Walker," Warrick said, "She can be this package of sugar." He placed the sugar on the table, "So where does that leave us?"

"Well David Walker is missing," Catherine said as she looked at the table where the french fry HAD been sitting. The CSI's all turned to look at brass,

"Don't look at me," He said, raising his hands in defence, "I didn't do it!"

"Well that's okay," Grissom said, "He's missing anyways."

"So we can assume that Amy didn't do it?" Nick asked as he took a bite from his hamburger.

"We can't assume anything," Grissom replied.

"Oh come on Gris, She's fourteen, I don't think she has a criminal record." Warrick said.

Grissom raised an eyebrow, "Does she?"

"Of course not!" Catherine said, "She's not a murderer. She's a model student, she doesn't hold any grudge against the Morrison's. The only grudge she holds is against her father and who can blame her?"

"Well what about David Walker?" Sara asked, "He is missing after all. And we obviously can't find an alibi for it."

"But he's away a lot," Catherine pointed out, "Does that mean he's committed a lot of crimes?"

"He might," Sara said as she shrugged her shoulders, "Who knows?"

"Maybe he's a hit man." Nick suggested, "Maybe he's going away on 'business trips'" He made quote signs in the air.

"Or maybe," Grissom said, "We're all thinking inside the box. David Walker could just be a very busy man that goes away on business trips all the time. The killer might not have anything to do with the Walker family."

"Well then we've hit a dead end," Brass said, "All you've got it a black Mazda and there are hundreds of those in Vegas."

Grissom sighed and rubbed his weary eyes, "This case is starting to get on my nerves," He muttered.

"Your not the only one," Catherine replied, "And we've only been on it what? Three days?"

"Yup," Sara said as she munched her salad, "So what do we do now?"

"Well," brass said before a cell phone started ringing.

"Mine," Catherine said as she picked up her phone, "Hello? Oh Hey!" She pointed to the sugar pack on the table, "What? Okay, don't worry, we'll be over right away." Catherine hung up the phone and quickly picked up her purse.

"We should pay and get out of here," She said.

"Why?" Nick asked.

"That was Amy," Catherine replied, "She just got home from school to find her house had been torn apart and a weird note laying on the ground."

"Did she call the cops?" Sara asked.

Catherine shook her head, 'She said she felt better calling us, that way she wouldn't have to explain why her dad wasn't there all over again."

"Let's go then," Grissom said, "This sounds serious."

Catherine nodded, "She sounded pretty scared."