AN: Just a quick note - I am from Australia and therefore some of my words are spelt differently from American spelling. I could change my Word Processor language but I use my computer for other stuff so... no. Sorry.

Once again the three of them found themselves at the front door of the Morton residence. Jim knocked and Cindy once again answered the door. "Yes please."

"Cindy, remember us? Are Mr & Mrs Morton home? We have a warrant."

Obviously confused at the direction of the conversation Cindy disappeared into the house to find one of her employers.

"You guys head on in. I will have a talk to Mr & Mrs Morton."

"OK Jim, but don't start talking about any of the good stuff. I've watched too much of this soap opera to miss out on the third act." Nick said as he and Sara headed into the house.

"I'll do what I can."

Nick and Sara passed James Morton on the stairs on the way up. "What is going on here? What are you doing back here?"

"Mr Morton, would you be kind enough to remove yourself to outside of your dwelling. We have a search warrant for your house." Sara produced the warrant and tried to hand it to him. He refused to take it however. "Is your wife here?"

"Yes, she is in the kitchen. I really must insist that you all leave right now."

"And we really must insist that you remove yourself from your house. We also have a judge who agrees with us." Nick removed the warrant from Sara's hand and thrust it to the chest of James Morton forcing him to take hold of it lest it fall to the floor.

"Mr Morton, if you please," Jim called up from the bottom of the stairs. He also had with him Mrs Morton looking asconfused as Cindy.

Reluctantly James turned and headed down the stairs.

Nick and Sara resumed their climb up the stairs and started to process the house. Starting on the third floor they worked their way methodically down to the bottom level. Stress levels were starting to raise as they worked room by room and found… nothing. Nothing further could be found in the victims bedroom, nothing in the master bedroom, nothing in the lounge room. Both Nick and Sara were starting to feel a little disheartened.

Finally, in the linen cupboard Sara made a discovery. Inside were blankets. Matching blankets to the one wrapped around the victim. "Nick, I got something." She photographed and pulled the blankets out of the cupboard just a Nick came in to see what she had.

"Look familiar?"

"Sure do. Have to run some tests but they look like a visual match to me. You nearly finished up here?" He asked her.

"Yep, what about you?"

"One more room to go, James's study. Want to join me."

"Sure do. Hope we find something in there. Blankets do not a murder conviction make."

"You've been listening to Grissom for too long."

Together they walked into the study. The last room. Their last chance.

Nick took the left hand side and Sara the right. This room actually had colour. Done up quite lavishly in wood panelling, with red and gold features it was a far cry from the clinical blandness of the rest of the house.

Her attention was drawn to the large designer rug in the middle of the room. "Nick, could this be where the fibres originated?"

Nick came over and joined his collegue as they looked down at the floor. "I'd be willing to place a reasonable wager on that bet." He bent down and produced a lighted magnifier, similar to those that jewellers used and lay down to study the carpet. "Wool fibres, colour consistant with that of the fibres collected. Will have to take a sample back to the lab to get a positive match though."

Standing back up next to Sara he looked at her and smiled. "I think we just found our crime scene."

This spurred them on and they processed every inch of that room. Sara bought in the ALS and check out the carpet. She found several deposits of bodily fluids on the carpet. Though she was only expecting to find a small amount of possible spittle from the victim, this was definitely more than expected. "Someone got down and dirty on the carpet here. Deposits all over the place. I'll swab them and take them back to the lab."

Opening cupboards, Nick came across a large zoom lens that would appear to suit the camera recovered from the victims room last time there were here. Lifting it up in his gloved hands, Nick tested it for weight. "Sara, found a 1000mm zoom lens here. Heavy as. This could sure do some damage to a woman's skull."

Sara looked up from where she was finishing her carpet swabs. "Ouch, how heavy is that thing?"

Hefting it up again Nick guessed, "8, 10 pounds maybe. Sure would cause one hell of a headache."

"Murder weapon?"

Nick held the lens up to the light and grinned. Sara knew he had something. "What, tell me."

"Golden blonde strands of hair, about five of them, skin tags in tact. It looks like they got caught under the ring here, and were then ripped out of her head." He removed the hairs and placed them in an evidence bag. He then proceeded to print the lens with white powder. Three clear prints became visible on the black metal. He lifted these and placed them with the other items collected.

Sara sat her self behind the desk and started to go through his personal documents. Flicking through his cheque book she noted lots of cheques made out to Elegance Dry Cleaners. "Hey Nick, how much do you spend on dry cleaners a month?"

Nick thought for a short while, "I don't know, about $30 or so. I don't get that much done. Only the suits I wear to court and a few jackets and dress shirts. Why?"

"Does $5,000 a months sound excessive to you?"

"Yeah, it does."

Sara bagged the cheque book and continued to riffle through the documents. Picking up a legal document her heart let out a beat of excitement. "I just got motive."

Nick came over to look at what Sara had found. Leaning over her shoulder he read what she had found. "Pre Nup."

"Yes sir re bob. Looks like Sanda was the one with the money. Infidelity clause here." Scanning the page she summerised it. "Basically if he was unfaithful, he would get nothing out of the divorce."

"So, Katrina discovered he had, what she can assume was a brother, came to Daddy with the proof, he kills her, buries her, and declares her missing."

"How can you kill your own child for money?"

Looking around the room Nick said, "We are talking A LOT of money here. Also, we know she wasn't his biological daughter, maybe he found out too, or she did."

"I think we need to fill Jim in on what we found."

"You fill him in and I will call the lab and get a rush on this stuff." Nick started to pick up the evidence as he dialled the lab on his phone. "Judy, Nick, we got some hot stuff coming in, can you make sure Mia, Jackie and Hodges clear their desk for this stuff."

Sara left the room to speak to he detective.