Chapter 7: Interrogations.

Disclaimer: See first chapter

Tera Masterson was a beautiful woman. Tall and curvy, she had full breasts, a pouty mouth and platinum blonde hair. Libby saw why she was porn queen.

"Miss Masterson. I'm Detective Jim Brass. This is Gil Grissom and Libby Porter. They're CSI's with the Las Vegas Crime Lab. We'd like to ask you a few questions."

"That's fine." She said. Her voice was smoky, sultry and Libby did all she could not to roll her eyes.

"Miss Masterson, can you tell me where you were earlier this evening?" Libby started.

"Sure. I was at the Monaco. We just finished wrapping a production."

"Okay, do you know this woman?" Brass asked, flashing the picture of Jenna Mabry.

"Yes. She's one of my closest friends."

"Well, we found her dead tonight in a hotel room registered to you."

"What! Jenna is dead?" She asked wildly, turning the faucets on and crying.

"Yes. She was murdered."

"I bet you he killed her."

"He?", Brass and Libby said together.

"Dennis Rogers. He was our director. Jenna just wasn't getting things right."

'How hard is that? Libby wondered. 'It's a porn flick.'

"Well as hard as this may sound we need to ask you for a DNA sample and finger prints."
Libby continued.

"Why me?" she asked.

"To rule you out. If we have your DNA and it doesn't match, then you aren't a suspect."

"Okay, fine."

Libby reached into her case and grabbed a swab. She leaned across the table and prepared to take a sample.

Masterson licked her lips suggestively.

"Wanna try?" She asked.

"Not my thing."

"Have you ever tried?" She asked.

"Frankly, no. Not my thing, besides, you'd be the last person I'd try it with even if I was to try it. You'd probably give me something Ajax couldn't take off."

Brass covered his mouth and turned away as Libby got the sample from Tera Masterson. She was also fingerprinted.

Libby brought the results to Greg.

"So, is she hot?" Greg asked as she walked in.

"Only if you like silicon. It's probably a good thing that the interrogation room is cold or we'd be mopping up a puddle of plastic."

"Oooh. Tera Masterson was in our interrogation room. I'm gonna have to go there when I get done."

"Jeez, Greg. You really are something aren't you?"

"Hey, I am a single guy."

"No comment Greg."

A.N.: Again, please read and review. I apologize for the delays in updates...it's been crazy around here.