Grissom and Catherine eyed the crime scene as Brass found them.
"The girl's gonna be fine. On her way to get checked out. She's a little shook up, but nothing a day at the spa and Daddy's money won't cure."
"What about that one?" Catherine asked, pointing to the body as she put latex gloves on.
Grissom sat his case down and looked over the scene.
"DOA. Coroner's on his way for the body." He checked his notes. "Sylvia Mullins. Ran the Prescott money."
"Hey, Brass?"
Jim walked to Grissom.
"Where is Kelly Gordon?"
"Why?"
"We have evidence to prove that she was involved in this somehow." He stood up. "You need to find her."
Brass nodded and walked away, avoiding reporters as he ducked under the police tape.
"What a mess," Catherine said, joining Grissom.
He looked at the body of Sylvia Mullins, lifeless between a concrete wall of the parking garage and the hood of her own car.
"Call Nick. We need him for auto detail when they tow the car. Call Warrick and Sara, too."
Catherine nodded.
"And somebody get those damn reporters out of here!" he yelled. "This is a crime scene, not a circus."
The phone rang, startling him, and he fumbled for it in the darkness.
"Lo?" he mumbled.
"Nick? Is that you?"
Nick reached for the lamp and turned it on. He glanced around the room and realized that his cell was still in his pants pocket, in the floor.
"Shit…" he whispered.
"Uh, listen," Catherine said finally, "Is Sara there with you?"
Nick cleared his throat.
"Yeah."
"Grissom needs you guys to come in. You're on auto detail. Mary Prescott was found."
Nick rubbed his eyes and sat up.
"Where's Kelly?"
"What?"
"Kelly Gordon. Where is she? Did you find her?"
"Nicky, look, I gotta go. They're towing the car back to CSI right now, so hurry."
The line rang off, and Nick slapped the cell phone shut.
He leaned over and kissed Sara's shoulder.
"Sar…wake up."
"Ngh…what?"
"They found Mary Prescott. We gotta go."
Warrick locked his car door and laughed when he saw them.
"Don't you two look all worn out."
Nick rolled his eyes and Sara stifled a grin with another yawn.
"C'mon, man."
Warrick chuckled and opened the door for them, and Greg was waiting for them.
"Well alright. 'Bout time somebody rolled out the welcome wagon," Warrick chimed, and Greg scoffed.
"Nick, you have to get to auto detail…like five minutes ago. Warrick, you're on A/V."
Sara looked at him. "What about me?"
Greg glanced at her as he walked. "Uh, Idaknow…Grissom didn't say. I guess you're with everybody else."
Sara followed Greg and glanced at Nick. He turned down the hall and winked at her, and she smiled.
"Awe, yeah," Warrick bellowed, and Sara shook her head.
Grissom looked up from the file when Greg and Sara entered the room. Catherine followed, glancing at Sara, and Grissom both noticed and ignored it.
He put down the file.
"Mary Prescott was found earlier this morning in a parking garage with the dead body of her father's financial manager."
Catherine crossed her arms and filled in the blanks.
"Sylvia Mullins, DOA. Mary Prescott was found in the same garage, although it's unclear just how the two wound up there together. Ms. Prescott is at the hospital now and Brass is arguing with her father to get her to PD as soon as possible to issue a statement. Warrick is working the security footage from the garage, Nick's got the car, and Greg, you and I are going to PD as soon as Brass sends word."
"Sara, you're going with an officer to Kelly Gordon's apartment for questioning," Grissom added. He stood up and picked up the file. "I'm going to talk to Archie and get final prints of what's been collected so far. I'm sure there'll be a press conference with my name on it."
Nick was filing his report amidst a pile of bagged evidence when his cell phone rang.
"Stokes."
"Nicky, could you do me a favor and head over to that garage and see if you can get a print off that security camera lens?" Warrick asked. "Looks like our murderer is a murderess, and she's camera shy."
"Will do," Nick said.
"How much longer is this gonna take? She's been through enough already," Byron Prescott hissed, and Brass tried to calm the man.
"Mr. Prescott, I know you're upset, but this is necessary in order for us to find whoever did this to your daughter…"
Inside, Greg and Catherine waited for the woman to stop crying.
"She kept on and on about her father's estate, that he would have left her everything, and how Sylvia took everything…" She wiped her nose. "She said that if she wanted to get ransom that she'd show her how, and was going to call my Dad's office and ask for a million dollars or else she'd kill me."
"What happened next?" Catherine asked.
"They got into an argument and Kelly threw the phone against a wall. She grabbed me and put me in her car. She taped my mouth shut when we got to the garage and tied my hands to a pillar. She got in Sylvia's car and waited," she sobbed, "and when Sylvia came out and couldn't find her car Kelly hit her with it."
Greg looked at Catherine.
"What did she do afterward?"
"She got out of the car and left. I waited until I was sure she was gone and I screamed my head off. One of the guards found me, and then you guys showed up."
Catherine handed the woman another tissue and Greg nodded toward the double sided mirror. Byron Prescott entered the room, and then the two left.
Catherine and Greg stood up as Brass entered the room.
"We've got two officers on their way to pick up Kelly Gordon."
"Two officers?" Catherine repeated. "What about Sara?"
"Sara?"
"Grissom sent her with an officer to Kelly Gordon's place like an hour ago," Greg explained, and Brass cursed and ran out of the room. He was on his radio asking for backup before he made it out of the building.
Nick waited as Archie ran the print. When the owner came back as Kelly Gordon, Nick wasn't surprised.
"But I don't know why you needed this," Archie said, and Nick looked at him.
"Mary Prescott told half the PD that Kelly Gordon killed Sylvia Mullins this morning. Of course, nobody else knew, either. Grissom sent Sara over to question her before…"
Nick was out of the room before Archie could finish.