The three CSI's spent about four hours in the lab before going insane. They had spent the whole time analyzing fingerprints, DNA, fibers, and still no lead. Calleigh was slumped over a chair, while Eric and Abigail were busy pacing. Occasionally, Eric would stop, read his notes, sigh, then continue pacing. Abi just paced and paced, Calleigh believed she was counting her steps as she stared at the ground flood. She would mutter things to herself, then let out a deep sigh.

Abi grew frustrated, "So what you're telling me, is that both Emma Jenkins and Robert Jenkins were killed with two different weapons, but in the same room?" Abi scratched her head.

Eric sighed, "It just doesn't add up. All of the fingerprints on the broken window match the dead husband. So, do you think he broke in?'

"But why would he break into his own house?" Calleigh asked, rubbing her temples in frustration.

Abi snapped her fingers, "I got it. Maybe he saw something he didn't like going on inside the house, got mad, and broke the window. It shatters, frightening Emma. So she shoots him, being very startled, possibly thinking someone was breaking in."

"So you think she was having an affair?" Calleigh asked.

"It's possible. Although she didn't have traces of semen, that doesn't mean that they weren't getting comfy on the living room couch."

"Or in this case, the king size bed." Calleigh sighed loudly, "But then why was he inside when we found the body?"

"How many bullet wounds did he have?" Abi asked.

Eric glanced at his paperwork, "Three, entrance to the shoulder, abdomen, and heart."

"So wife shoots him in the shoulder, he's pissed so he runs in the house, and attempts to murder the secret lover. On his way over, the lover shoots him twice more.

"That explains the blood spatter on the back walls. When he was shot in the shoulder, in entered but didn't escape his body. It's very possible he walked over there without trailing blood." Abi took in a deep breath before continuing, "Do you think the lover may have killed the wife?"

Calleigh slouched in her chair and re-read the paper in front of her, "It's possible, under many circumstances. For instance, he could have been startled, fell to the floor, found the other gun, then shot the wife out of nervousness. Or," Calleigh though, twirling her chair around 360 degrees, "he could have shot her in self defense. According to the wife's medical records, she was often in the hospital for psychiatric disorders."

Eric smiled, "So either way, the secret lover didn't want to have to explain anything, took both guns, then ran off."

"He was smart, but not that smart. We found chlorine on the female vic's clothes, correct?"

Calleigh nodded, "So we found the murderer, and a witness." She got up and stretched, "I'd say we'd call it a day."

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Abi was called into her new boss's office after she completed her paperwork on the Jenkins' case. She took a deep breath before opening the large glass door. The last thing she needed was to get in trouble on her first day. She didn't do anything wrong, did she?

"Hello, Horatio. Sorry it took me so long, I had to review my papers to make sure I didn't forget anything--"

"It's quite alright. It will just be a moment." Horatio stood up from his desk chair and folded his arms over his chest, "I just wanted to commemorate you on your work today. Calleigh and Eric tell me you were most helpful on a difficult case."

Abi blushed, "Well, it was really no big deal. I'm glad to have been helpful."

Horatio looked at her with his deep blue eyes, "Abi, how are you doing?"

She gave him a small smile, "I'm doing fine, really. I promise. Ask Jim, he's living with me until he can afford a place of his own."

"I guess what I mean is, how's Elle?"

Abi swallowed hard, trying not to remember. Try very hard not to remember that day, that horrible day...

"Thanks for asking, Horatio. She's wonderful. The doctor said she's fine, even her teacher at school even asked if I could move her up a grade. She's so brilliant Horatio, that is scares me."

"Like daughter, like mother."

Abi laughed, "You are too kind. Which reminds me, can I ask you something? Elle's doctor told me she had a mild case of OCD, but didn't really tell me what I should do about it. Anything you can think of?"

"You're in luck. Your schedule says you are working again tomorrow. I have a CSI named Ryan Wolfe with a mild case. He could help you."

"He wouldn't get upset if I asked him? Because I know OCD isn't something really to brag about..."

"Abi, believe it or not, it's what got him the job."

She smiled, "Thanks H. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."