Al Robbins was the graveyard shift's reliable secret weapon when it came to corpses. Often times, he would discover valuable information of the victim simply by deducting how a victim died, or at what time, or even what a last meal happened to be. In this case, however, he didn't have much that the CSI's didn't already know. Not surprising, since the new graveyard shift just started half an hour ago.

"Cause of death was obvious, bullet to the head," he explained as he led Grissom and Beth over to the silver tray that held the victim. "I lifted a set of prints to the lab, maybe AFIS can identify her. She died around Eight o'clock last night..."

Beth observed the woman's face, getting her fist good look at her, and realized how familiar she seemed. Though 'stared' was probably a better term than 'observed', since she was indeed staring. She could've sword she had seem this woman somewhere before.

The sound of Grissom's cell phone quickly jolted her back to earth, and she looked over at him as he pulled it out of his pocket.

"Grissom." He greeted the caller. There was a pause as the person on the other line spoke. "We'll be right there." He said, then hung up. "Brass says that we might have an ID on our Jane Doe. Someone just arrived to report his wife missing, she matches the vic's description."

Beth could feel a tight pull in her stomach. Crime solving, murder cases, those were no problem for her, but when it came down to dealing with a diseased loved ones...she wasn't sure if she'd be able to deal with that. "I really hope she's not who he's looking for."

"Well, if she's not, there's still another family who we'll have to approach eventually." Grissom pointed out.

"Damnit...yeah"

"Besides, we're not here to hope, we're here to catch the bad guy." He explained to her.

Beth gave her boss a weak smile, then nodded and the two headed to the front of the building to meet up with the husband.

Myo Wasserdrache was a sophisticated-looking (if not slightly girly) man. Standing at about six feet, he kept his long, blonde hair tied back with a red ribbon. He was of German origin, which was made apparent by his obvious, but not terribly strong accent.

"She told me that she would be out with her sister...and that she'd be home by eight-thirty, nine at the latest." He explained.

Beth shifted uncomfortably for a few moments, then asked," has she ever been late before?"

Myo shook his head. "No, she's always very punctual. Either she's on time or early." Here, he smiled sadly, almost as if expecting the worst. "I love her...and she's always striving to be perfect for me. She wants to be the perfect wife."

"Can you tell us her name?"

"Cherryl"

"And can you tell us what she looked like?

Myo gave Beth a look, "I already told that officer..Brass I think his name vas."

"We know, but could you tell us?"

Beth and Grissom both knew what was coming, Myo described their victim perfectly. With a tightness in her throat, she told him that they may already have found her wife, and asked him to follow her back to the coroner's room.

Myo stared for a few moments. "Wait...y-you mean she's dead!"

"We don't know if it's her or not." Grissom explained, "That's why we need you to come with us to be sure. But we did recently find a murder victim that fits your wife's description very well."

"Murder! As in someone killed her! What sick bastard would do that to my wife!"

"Well, it's like my supervisor said," Beth said, trying to explain calmly, "It's not a sure thing that it's her, not until we identify her. Do you think you might be up for it?"

Myo seemed to be in complete shock, but he managed a nod and followed Grissom and Beth back to Doc Robbins.

Myo took a deep breath as Robbins removed the white cloth from the victim's face and stared hopelessly at the dead woman before him. He said nothing, but when asked if this was his wife, he simply nodded.

Beth felt the little bit of hope she had for this man slip away, then asked if he knew of anyone who would want her dead.

"I can't imagine...she vas very friendly. It's true that she would get on some people's nerves, but I can't think of anyone who would want to kill her." He answered, eyes welling up with tears.

Beth held back her comment on how someone obviously wanted to kill her, since here she was. However, she did seem to be relatively close about thinking that she was 'loved by all'.

"Sir, if you could wait outside for a moment, my partner and I need to discuss something, then we'll need to ask you a few questions." Grissom said.

Myo looked up at him and nodded slowly. He hadn't started crying yet, but he was damn near close at this point. "Questions...right..." he said in a distracted tone, then looked back at his wife. "As long as it'll catch whoever did this..."

"Rest assured Myo, we'll catch this murderer." Beth said and watched as Myo gave another nod, then slowly walked out to the halls.

Grissom sighed, "So according to the husband, and the time of death, she was killed when she was supposedly spending time with her sister."

Robbins nodded, "I actually also found bruises all over her body suggesting she was roughed up a bit before being killed."

Beth spoke without looking away from the corpse. She just couldn't shake a familiar feeling of this woman off. "So...you're saying what, exactly? That she was beaten, then shot in the head? Don't people like that usually have terror stricken look on their faces? When we found Cherryl, she looked very calm."

"It's possible that she could have been drugged." Grissom said, then he and his partner looked expectantly at Robbins.

He gave the two a thoughtful look. "I considered that...but I haven't gotten the results from the blood test yet so it's a possibility."

"Well, we have two things to take care of now," Grissom said, "talk to the husband and get the evidence we found to Greg for analysis."

"And my sister." Beth pointed out.

"Beth, why have you been staring at the victim ever since we got here?" Grissom asked suddenly.

None of them even looked over as Nick Stokes, another CSI working on his own case with two others, made his way into the room.

Beth shrugged, "I just think I've seen her before. Like, maybe in passing or friendly conversation once. She just looks so familiar."

Nick walked over to Doc Robbins and as he passed the silver tray where Cherryl lay, he stared in shock. "Hey Gris...are you aware that your vic is a Playboy model?"

"That's it! That's why she's so famil...iar" Beth exclaimed, then paused between her last sentence as everyone in the room (living anyway) stared at her. There was a long moment of uncomfortable silence before Beth said meekly, "Well, it's not like I actually read the magazine..." And while she left to speak with Myo again, she muttered, "I only look at the pictures..."