"Okay Doc, what do we got?" Grissom said, as he and Rachel walked into the coroner's office.

"Uh, blunt force trauma." He replied, walking over to the body. " Single hit to the back of the head. Also signs of intercourse, but not rape."

"What type of object hit her?" Rachel leaned in closer to the body, then, remembering what happened last time she leaned in, backed away.

"Somewhat thin, but solid. Metal, or plastic possibly."

"Hmm." Rachel closed her eyes and thought.

"What is it?" Grissom asked.

"A gut feeling on something." She opened her eyes. "Did you write up transcripts of your interview with the sister?"

"I have notes, if that's what you mean."

" Show me."


"Man," Greg grumbled as he looked around the bathroom back at the strip club. "This would be SO much easier if I knew what I was looking for."

As if on cue, his cell phone rang.

"Sanders."

"Proof of intercourse." Rachel's voice came through on the other line, and then hung up immediately.

Greg stared at his phone in awe. " Wow, she's good."


Rachel paced around Grissom's office while reading his notes.

"Anything yet?" He asked.

"Three suspects so far." She replied. "The husband, the lover, and the sister."

"The sister?"

"Hey, why not?"

She paused and paced some more.

"Did you notice anything different about the sister?"

"No." He replied. "Normal, grieving family member. I was surprised that she WASN'T strange, frankly."

"What about the girl's family? Anything?"

Grissom opened a file folder and began to read it. "Uh, older sister- Caroline Davis. Mother- Eileen Davis. Father- deceased."

"Well, the Dad's one person who's NOT a suspect, obviously."

"Also, husband- Kenneth Lampart."

"How long?"

"Excuse me?"

"How long were they married?" Rachel said with a 'duh' attitude.

Grissom frowned. "Two years."

Rachel paced again. She then frowned, walked over to her bag on the floor and pulled out a clipboard.

"What are you doing?" Grissom asked, confused.

"Thinking." Rachel proceeded to smack herself on the head repeatedly with the clipboard.

Greg walked in suddenly, and looked at Grissom with a 'what-is-she-doing?' kind of look.

"Apparently, this is how she thinks." Grissom replied.

"And people think I'M weird." Greg laughed.

"What'd you find Greg?"

"Oh, some short black hairs, and you're gonna' love this- semen."

"Good. Process them and get back to me with the results."

" EUREKA!" Rachel screamed, stood bolt upright, and then ran down the hall at lightning speed.

Grissom looked at Greg with a 'what-the-heck-was-that?' look.

"Hey, don't look at me." Greg said, "You're the one who hired her."