"What's with the 911 Brass? Gil and I just put the twins down and were just about to go to sleep ourselves."

"A neighbor found Conrad Ecklie's body about half an hour ago. This is a high profile case the press is gonna be all over this."

"I understand the importance of this, but why did we get called in? Most of us at the crime lab would have loved to see that bastard die."

"I really don't know Sara. There is going to be a complete investigation into the happenings of last night. Since both night shift and day shift have ample motive to want Ecklie dead. The sherif is not happy that he has had to call for help from Miami. Horatio and Calleigh are being flown in as we speak. They will be doing the internal investigation. Normally in a situation like this you would all be put on leave, however our beautiful city never sleeps and people are still dying of unnatural causes. None of you are to have ANYTHING to do with the investigation of Mr. Conrad Ecklie. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes sir." Came from the six shocked CSI's standing in the break room.

A half hour after hearing the news, the team from Miami showed up. They were directed to go straight to the crime scene and not to interact with any of the suspects, and until cleared, the whole night and day shift staff were prime suspects.

Horatio Caine was first in the house, Calleigh and Alexx following closely behind. The smell of liquid copper assaulted their senses. As they made their way into the livingroom a scary sight met them, nothing that they hadn't seen before, but none the less disheartening.

The walls were covered with brain matter and lots of blood. On the floor lay a mangled ex-CSI. The body was slumped over the couch in a position that, if alive, would be impossible. Until Alexx could better examine the body she could not, for certain, say the cause of death, although it appeared to be the hole in the poor mans head.

Alexx went with the body back to the Las Vegas mourge where she would be able to take a closer look at it. Horatio and Calleigh stayed behind at the crime scene to begin processing.

Back at CSI:

"I have some bad news. It looks like there's going to be an IAB investigation. As Gil already stated earlier, you all have motive. However IAB only want to see Gil, Sara, and Catherine. I don't know why they singled out you three, all I know is that they want you back here right at the beginning of shift. I want you three to go home, sleep and get your stories straight for tomorrow."

"Mrs. Sidle, where were you between 8am and 2pm?"

"I was at home with my twins."

"Can anyone verify that?"

"My fiancé, Gil Grissom."

"Okay. Tell me about Conrad Ecklie."

"What about him?"

"How did you feel about him?"

"He was a jerk. When he found out that Gil and I were engaged he freaked. He dug up my records saw that I had a DUI a while back and tried to get me fired. It would have just been his way of splitting Gil and I up. He was jealous that I wasn't with his sorry ass."

"So you work with your fiancé then?"

"Yes, and believe me there is absolutely nothing wrong with it. We contacted all the right people."

"Thanks for your time Mrs. Sidle. Would you please send in Mr. Grissom."

"Mr. Grissom, where were you between 8am and 2pm?"

"After shift was over I took my fiancé home. We were home for about three hours when we noticed that Hope had a fever. I went to the drug store and got some baby tylenol for her. When she finally setteled down we put the twins to bed. We then attempted to get some sleep ourselves but we got called out to the crime scene."

"I'm sure you have receipts for that?"

"Yes."

"Could you tell me about your relationship with Conrad Ecklie."

"Well, we've never really gotten along. When I brought Mrs. Sidle here, he began to harass her. She came to me and we filed a formal complaint. After Sara and I began to date, he became irrational. He would come to me while I was working and harass me about our relationship and what he would do if he became director. I was actually really surprised when he didn't split us up."

"That's all, could you send in Ms. Willows."

"Ms. Willows, where were you between 8am and 2pm?"

"I was at my daughters Christmas play. She was the angel. I have the tape if you'd like to see it."

"That would be helpful. Could you tell me about Conrad."

"He was an ass. I had applied for the position of Day Shift Supervisor, so I could spend more time with my little girl, and what does he do? He gave me fucking swing shift. I haven't seen Lindsey in a week. Her play was the first time I'd seen her."

"That'll be all for now."

Horatio and Calleigh spent the better part of the night lifting prints and looking in every nook and cranny for any evidence that would clear their friends. Although they were supposed to be objective, they didn't want to believe that one of them could do this.

"BINGO!"

"What did you find Calleigh?"

"Oh nothing, just the murder weapon."

Her southern drawl always melted his bones, he couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm. "Well I do believe that we have all we need for now. Lets head back to the lab and get all this sorted out."

"Even if we get back in the next five minutes this stuff could take weeks to process H."

"Think of it this was Cal, we get a little vacation from the Miami sun." A smirk tugged at his lips.

"A vacation from the Miami sun, only to be replaced by the Las Vegas sun. I can't think of a vacation while my friends are being accused of murder. Besides, my initial thought, this is a cirme of passion. As far as we know, Sara and Gil are getting married and Catherine is pregnant with Warrick's baby. I just don't see it."

"I know but we have to stay objective. I'm gonna head over to the mourge after we take in the evidence. Then I want you to go to the hotel and get some sleep. It's already way past our bed time. You can work the gun tomorrow okay? Something to look forward to when you wake up in the morning. Who knows, maybe we'll get lucky with the prints and won't need the DNA to nail this bastard."