You and your husband, Oliver, are probably one of the best and most successful detectives in this U.S., and about two years ago, you were called with heart breaking news. You were told that your only child was found in her room, a gun in her hand and shot in the head. It was.. obviously heartbreaking, and you both burst into tears when you saw the crime scene. Of course, you had to take pictures even if you hated it.. and while everyone believed it was suicide, you and the rest of the police didn't believe that. I mean, she had no reason to do so.

So for the past couple years, you've been trying and trying to figure out. Was it really suicide or Murder? Only her fingerprints were found on the gun..but that doesn't prove anything! The killer could have wore gloves!

The two of you have been basically only doing this case, accepting little to no other ones. Your very serious about this case, as any parents would be.

As you both sat in your office, looking through the pictures of the crime scene even if you hated seeing it again, you suddenly saw something and tapped your husbands shoulder. He looked over. "Hm?" Is all he said, obviously exhausted and still grieving with a cup of coffee in his hand.