The interrogation room was a cold environment, but a perfect place for questioning potential suspects, or even people who were willing to be questioned while at the station. Jim Brass stood at a corner of the table next to where Beth sat, and Myo was seated in a chair across the table from the both of them. Their fellow CSI Catherine Willows agreed to watch over Myo's children (whom he brought with him, but it was newer mentioned up until this point, cause they were with Cath the whole time...) while the questioning commenced. Grissom had gone to the lab to give the evidence collected so far to Greg and upon his return, would be watching from the other room, behind a two-way mirror.

"I can only imagine what you're going through mister...um...Myo." Beth said gently, then went quiet when Myo gave her a pained look.

"Don't call me that"

"What?"

"Mister...'Mister Myo'...Cherryl used to call me that constantly when we first were going out. When we first met, actually." He explained to her, tears beginning to slowly fall.

Beth really didn't want to continue this interrogation until Myo had calmed down a bit. He did just find out he lost his wife, but she knew damn well that waiting would take too long. With a heavy sigh, she asked, "Did you two ewer argue with each other?"

An utterly surprised look was tossed at Beth, then Myo quickly answered, "Newer."

"Forgive me for being skeptical, but it's rare for someone to say they have a perfect married life and end up telling the truth."

Myo laughed once-a quiet, deeply saddened laugh-and shook his head. "Who said anything about our married life being perfect? I said we newer fought, but no one's married life is anywhere near perfect."

Beth smirked a bit, "Touché." Her face went serious again. "But are you honestly telling me that you newer once lost your temper with your wife? That could lead up to a lot of built up tension..."

Brass quickly picked up on this, "...and you could've lost big time with her." Then he paused as he and Beth looked at each other as they realized they were running on guesswork.

Grissom's #1 rule for CSIs: No guesswork!

Their thoughts were suddenly brought back to Myo, as the man pounded a fist against the cold, metal table in front of him.

"Are you suggesting that I did this to my wife! The woman I gave my heart and SOUL to! I vas at home watching the children while she vas supposedly out having fun with her sister!" He said rather loudly. "I love Cherryl!"

Beth winced, then put her hands in front of her, palms facing Myo, "I'm sorry, really. I didn't mean to jump to a conclusion like that. I didn't mean to offend you, but if we're going to find out who did this to your wife, we're gonna need to look at this from every angle."

"Well then, if we're finished here. I suggest you try and find some proof before you go accusing me again. It's Cyndie you should be questioning. You know, the last von with my wife?" My sad sharply, then left after Brass nodded and okay to him.

Beth sighed quietly, pushing her glasses to the bridge of her nose. "Damnit…" she muttered, "I can't believe I just did that...we didn't have any proof, and he might not even cooperate with us anymore because of that assumption."

Brass gave her a grin and a pat on the shoulder. "Happens to al of us. You're new, so you get off easy this time though." He told her. "So, what have we actually got so far?"

"One badly beaten corpse, an extremely pissed off husband, a beer bottle that might not even be useful, and a few stray hairs. Not to mention a shoe print that might be as useful as the beer bottle." With another sigh, much heavier than the last one, she took a few seconds to think of what to do next and didn't even notice when Grissom walked in.

"We've identified the shoe print. A size 8 motorcycle boot, though it still doesn't tell us much without something to compare it to." The supervisor said, making Beth jump a bit with surprise.

"And the hairs and bottle?" Brass asked.

"Greg's still analyzing them. We found a set of partial fingerprints on the bottle, but we haven't found much else."

"Well, with what we've got so far, we should probably go find the sister. If nothing else, than to let her know what's happened." Beth said, but as Brass and Grissom mowed to leave the room, she hesitated and kept herself seated. She wasn't sure if she was really looking forward to socializing with another lowed one of the victim. It was hard enough the first time.

Suddenly she found herself thinking about going back to the lab, but realized that since her sister had taken her slot, there really wasn't any room for her to go back. Besides, she wanted a chance to partner up with that cute CSI on the nightshift...

Maybe Grissom would let her finish this case with Sara Sidle later. It was worth a shot.

Getting up from her chair finally, she realized that it wouldn't be so bad. Her emotional sensitivity may be getting in the way now, but she could get used to it eventually, right? Besides, it was her own choice to become a field CSI.

"I'll find the address to where she's living and see what else I can find out about her in the meantime." Brass said.

'Well, no turning back now,' she thought to herself as she, Grissom, and Brass headed off to the McTavish home.