Late at night, someone breaks into a lower class apartment, and takes an ornately carved, very expensive looking jewelry box along with its contents.
Several hours later, the apartment's owner, a young woman comes home. She sees the open door, and looking inside, she sees that everything is in disarray. She goes down the hall, and on her cell, she calls the police.
In about an hour, the police and CSI units are there. Sara, Sophia, and Grissom start to look around. Then Grissom stops and accompanies the woman to the station.
"My name is Melanie Grace Collins. Date of birth April 17, 1984. What else do you want?" She asked testily.
"Have patience miss, we're almost done here," the police officer responded. "You walked through the apartment with us, what all was missing?"
"An antique jewelry box, which is worth about 2000 dollars. Inside of the box, is all of my jewelry. Most of it belonged to my mother. All of it is real jewelry, some pieces are antiques, and I couldn't even begin to estimate the value. Some of the pieces are insured though."
"Why do you live in such a poor section of town, if you can afford to live in a better place?"
"It's my choice. My grandparents are rich and keep telling me that I should move. I think I will now, I can't live in a house that 's been broken into. They will be so mad when they hear about this."
"Do you have somewhere to stay for the night?"
"Yeah, I'll stay with my friend Cass. Is that all?"
"For now, yes. We will call you when anything comes up. You will be able to return home tomorrow."
"Thanks."
She gets up and leaves the room. In the hall, Grissom stops her by calling her first name. She turns around and she gives him a weary look.
"What do you want?"
"To talk."
"Fine."
So they go into his office and sit. She looks like she'd rather be elsewhere.
"What do you want to talk about?"
"You're my daughter."
"I know."
