Jim Brass stood outside Sandra Kempton's mother's house. Sara and Grissom were coming up the walk to meet him. They knocked on the door and an older woman greeted them.

"Yes, is there something I can help you folks with?" The woman asked.

"Mrs. Kempton, I'm Jim Brass a homicide detective with the Las Vegas PD." She interrupted him.

"Homicide? Is it Sandy? Please God no, tell me it isn't Sandy." She was near hysterics.

Sara stepped forward and placed her hand on the woman's shoulder. "Mrs Kempton, I'm Sara Sidle, with the crime lab, I'm a CSI. I'm sorry, but we need to talk to you about Sandy, may we come in?"

She nodded choking back the tears and welcomed the trio into her home. She seated them on the couch.

"Mrs Kempton," Brass began. She interrupted once again.

"Please call me Mary."

"Alright, Mary, can you tell us a little about Sandy?"

"She was a good girl, really she was, she just got in with the wrong crowd, and they steered her wrong."

"Who is they?" Sara asked.

"That Jim guy, she was dating him I think."

"Miss, I mean Mary, I'm Gil Grissom, I'm a CSI too. Do you happen to have a last name on this Jim?"

"No. Sorry I don't I know he worked a the Tangiers I think, It was a casino."

"Is there anything else you can tell us about her?" Brass asked.

"I'm afraid not. We kinda drifted away from each other after Jim came into the picture."

"We're gonna need you to come down and ID the body, just to make sure it is her." Sara added. "You can come down in a few days if that would be easier."

The woman was choking back the tears. "We will let ourselves out, ok?" Sara added getting up from her seat. The woman nodded as she reached for a tissue.

Outside the door the two CSI's and Jim Brass conferred about what they had just been told and headed to the Tangiers. When they walked in the doors Sam Braun greeted them.

"What do I owe this pleasure? Did I do something wrong again?" Sam asked the trio.

"No. We need to ask you some questions about an employee of yours." Jim Brass piped in.

"Do you have anyone working for you named Jim?" Grissom asked.

"There are a few, what did he do?" Sam inquired.

"We are looking for a specific Jim, he used to date Sandra Kempton." Sara added.

"Sandy?"

"You knew her?" Brass added.

"She worked for me, she was a waitress, pretty thing." Sam added.

"So Sam." Brass started. "Who is Jim?"

"Jim Staples. He worked security for me."

"How long did he work for you Sam?"

"I don't know, a few months, maybe more."

"Do you know his whereabouts?" Grissom asked.

"He didn't come in to work today, I can get you his address though if you would like."

"That would be great." Sam left and returned in a few minutes with a piece of paper and handed it to Brass.

Sara and Grissom headed back to the lab to check out the database for anything on Jim Staples and see if they could get any prints off their evidence. Brass went to visit his residence.

When they got back to the lab they couldn't find Sofia or Greg. Grissom figured they must have been out on their case. They were printing the tie she was strangled with when Grissom's phone rang.

"Grissom"

"Gil, its Jim, you may want to come over here. Bring the crew with you." The line went dead.