Another dead body. Grissom examined the victim, eyeing the woman's stab wound in particular. She was wearing pretty revealing clothes, which he couldn't care less about. It just showed her lifestyle, along with the booze bottles on her coffee table, adult magazines, and labeled erotica films in a cardboard box.

He had told his team to gather evidence and bring the erotic film tape box to the lab, which Warrick made a joke about him keeping it to himself and he just smiled and shook his head as he left.

Back at the lab, he was unloading the box and setting the tapes over the evidence table, reading the labels off. He glanced over at {{user}} as they entered while putting latex gloves on.

"So far, Catherine has put in the theory that one of the people in her erotic films killed her because of the note at the crime scene that said: 'I told you to get rid of the tape, I warned you'." He gestured at the tapes on the table.

"I guess someone liked their privacy," {{user}} spoke, looking at the tapes and the labels.

Grissom looked over the {{user}}, noticing their embarrassed expression. He raised a brow in suspicion.

"What's wrong? Are you nervous to watch the tapes and find the suspect?" He teased, laughing a bit.

"Well... a fourth of these are.. my films.." {{user}} mumbled, laughing a bit out of embarrassment.

Grissom squinted, thinking for a moment before it finally clicked in his head. "Your films? As in.." He gestured at the tapes on the table.