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911. What is your emergency?

Yes. There's been an accident.

- What kind of accident, sir?
- Please, ma'am, I need you to send an ambulance.

- Please, just hurry. Please
- Sir, paramedics are en route.

Oh my God, please please, you gonna help me

Please hurry

- Sir, where's your injury?
- What? No, not me, my wife!

Hurry, she's in here

Get out the way, sir

De-fib.

- What does that mean?
- Sir, please stand back.

No responds

There was an emergency call
out, the paramedics responded.

They found Mrs. Lester in the back stairs.

They pronounced at 12:16 a m.

And, of course, you walked through the house.

We were responding to a traumatic injury.

Our priority was to assist the victim.

That's Ray Lester, the vic's husband.

Was he injured?

No, uh, that's his wife's blood.

He said he checked to see
if she was still alive...

...and he held her until the paramedics came.

Wouldn't you?

You never met my ex.

Tequila will always remind
me of Señor Frog's.

- Which one?
- Cancun.

My honeymoon.

My dime.

Well, if you ever want
to go back, it's on me.

Is that a proposal?

It's like the Red Sea in here.

The Red Sea's not red, David.

No, it's blue from afar and
transparent when held in hand,

like any other body of water.

I was just speaking figuratively.

I'm assuming those boot prints aren't yours.

Please, I was just waiting
for you guys to clear a path.

Blame the paramedics.

This girl's head and spine
are perfectly aligned.

Yeah, when you fall down the stairs,

your head tends to go in one
direction, your body in another.

I'll take a statement from the husband

and the paramedics; see if she was moved.

You know, twice as many people die
each year from falling down stairs

than from accidental gunfire?

You didn't just get back from one of
those coroner's conferences, did you?

What are you thinking?

Led Zeppelin.

"Stairway To Heaven."

- Hey, Sanders.
- Hey.

Back stairs.

And, uh, you might want to hug the wall.

Whew! Did you ever hear of Odor Eaters?

Never mind.

We don't get another boot
allowance till spring.

Well, I'll try to get 'em back to
you before your next shift, okay?

Uh, one more question:

Did either of you guys move the body?

Didn't have to. She was faceup.

I unbuttoned her blouse to
apply the leads, but that's it.

We tried not to touch anything.

Once we saw that blood, we
knew you'd be showing up.

Becky Lester.

Catherine and I got here a half an
hour after her husband called 911.

Edges of the blood pools were already dry.

The pools themselves were tacky.

Which means she'd been down here at least...

...an hour or two before
you guys even got here.

Why did the husband wait so long to call?

Good question.

Coroner won't touch the body till Catherine

and I are done processing around it, so,

Sara, would you please go up the front stairs

and work your way down the back stairs?

You got it.

Warrick, could you process the blood evidence

from the front door to the back stairwell?

And if you'll notice, she doesn't
have any blood on her feet.

So I can assume those bloody
footprints aren't hers.

Nick, Brass is in the study with the
husband and he's waiting for you.

Hey, Grissom,

spatter on the wall doesn't exceed 18 inches.

Well, that's consistent with the fall.

Guys, if she fell,

even if she was pushed down these stairs,

I would expect to find
smudge marks on these walls.

Yeah, she would've instinctively
reached out for leverage.

There are none.

Not to mention,

that if she was up here
before she was down there...

...she should've landed headfirst.

The body position is
inconsistent with the fall.

Well, it's inconsistent if
she felldown the stairs.

Maybe she fell up.

Catherine, can I borrow your micrometer?

Blood spatter measures two millimeters.

Medium spatter.

Suggests impact with a blunt object.

But if she was hit,

where's the castoff?

It is a low ceiling.

Pretty hard to swing a weapon.

Sometimes first blush gives you a head rush.

I don't think I moved her.

I mean, I cradled her head in my lap.

Tried to wake her up, but that's it.

So, you and your wife went
to Pieros for dinner,

got home around 10:00.

Got out the tequila,

then what?

I, you know, got comfortable...

then we went outside and did a few shots.

How'd the tequila get back inside?

Um, the phone rang and it
was my daughter Susan.

Your daughter?

Yeah, from my first marriage.

She's, she's staying at Becky's dad's.

All right. It's Susan.

Oh. Hey, babe.

Okay. It's boy trouble.

I'll take this inside.

What did you do after that?

Another shot or two

and then I guess I fell asleep.

And I woke up around midnight.

And I figured

that she and Susan had just gotten
into one of their talk-a-thons.

I took the tequila andthe glasses into
the kitchen and that's when I saw her.

Oh, my God.

Oh, please! Oh, my God...

Oh, please, please!

Now, is there any reason you can think of

why your wife would be using the back stairs?

From the kitchen, it's closer to the bedroom.

You never mentioned
anything about the bedroom.

Are you trying to trip me up or something?

I mean, I don't... maybe she went to,

uh, brush her teeth or put on her
nightgown. I really don't know.

Okay, sir. I'm going to
need to take your clothing.

No, that's okay. We're
still processing upstairs.

You can remove them right here
and I'll give you a jumpsuit.

I'll close my eyes, if you're shy.

Those don't look like mosquito bites.

My wife likes to bite,
and I don't mind it, okay?

Okay.

Okay,

the husband says he fell asleep,
he woke up his wife was dead.

He's a good sleeper.

Yeah, I'm sure he's gonna
say something like that.

Anyway, there's a daughter.

She spent the night at her grandfather's,

who lives a few blocks away.
I'm gonna check it out.

I'm ready.

The blue markers denote the footprints.

They're all consistent with the husband.

The footprints are associated
with gravitational blood drops.

The yellow markers denote
the paramedics' boot prints.

And what about this here, on the counter?

It's a single blood drop.

I'm thinking that's from when the
husband reached for the phone.

That's a good observation.

What do you got in the bag?

This...

is a bloody paper towel I found in the trash.

It's too textured to print,

but Sanders talked to the paramedics,
who confirmed that it wasn't theirs.

I'm thinking it was from the husband

when he tried to clean up and
saw it wouldn't be too easy.

Lucky for us.

Hey.

Husband slept in the other room.

His reading glasses are on the nightstand.

Clothing's in the dresser.

That's odd.

A man and a woman who don't share a bedroom

arrange to have a night alone,

send their daughter to a relative,

go out to dinner,

have drinks by the pool,

but they sleep in separate bedrooms.

Maybe...

one of them snored

or had insomnia

or liked to work at night.

Or maybe they were suffocating each
other and he couldn't breathe.

Sexual lubricant.

It's half empty. Sticky.

You know,

you don't have to sleep in the
same bed together to have sex

or...

have romance.

I'm going to go see the doctor.

I'll grid the house.

I don't understand.

Becky was in perfect health.

Can I see her? I'd like to see my daughter.

Well, her body's with the coroner, sir.

There will be an autopsy as
a part of our investigation.

But you said she fell.

Yeah, um, if you don't mind,

I'd like to ask you both a few questions.

Anything.

When was the last time either of you saw her?

When she dropped Susan off

yesterday evening, she
came in for a few minutes.

Said she was headed home
and out to dinner with Ray.

And that's the last time you spoke with her.

Yeah.

No.

I called her.

A little after 10:00,
after Grandpa went to bed.

What did you talk about?

- Why is that important?
- Well...

Stupid stuff.

My best friend Jamila
and I, we both like Leon.

And I know, friendship first.

I just wanted Becky to say it, you know?

Uh, yeah, okay. Thank you. Thank you, Susan.

Susan, would you give me a
moment with the detective?

Okay.

You said you found my daughter's
body on the stairwell?

That's right.

You're aware that Ray's
first wife, Susan's mother,

was found the same way?

Well, now I am.

They said Susan's mom died of a stroke.

But you don't think so?

I never had any reason to doubt it.

So how would you, uh,

how would you characterize
your daughter's marriage?

Ups and downs.

About a year ago, Ray's business went under.

And Becky works for Western Airlines.

They've been downsizing
since 9/11. It's been rough.

Yeah.

Mr. Stein, does your
son-in-law have a temper?

- Do I have to answer that?
- You just did.

Becky Lester, 32. Final meal, pasta.

I can't tell you the variety of the noodle,

but there was a white sauce with clams.

And I found some blood in her stomach.

Her tongue was lacerated perimortem.

She probably chomped down on
it when she hit the stairs.

I sent a blood sample to tox and
Nick asked for teeth impressions.

Husband claims she's a biter.

Fine line between pleasure and pain.

But who doesn't like to cross it
every once in a while, right?

Anyway, um, I don't know if it's probative,

but there's semen in her vaginal vault.

Sperm motility and positive acid phosphates

suggest intercourse approximately

6 to 12 hours prior to death.

Yeah, I'm mostly interested in cause.

Exsanguination from five lacerations:

Two to the forehead, one to the right temple,

and two to the occipital bone.

Are they consistent with a fall?

Yes, but I'd expect to see hand

fractures as a result of the
impact, and there are none.

Are they consistent with blunt force trauma?

Sure, but if the husband bludgeoned her,

there'd be fractures to the skull.

- And there are none.
- None.

Well, you've given me a
lot of information, Doc,

and none of it very helpful.

You want fries with that?

Robbins said the vic bit her tongue.

Theoretically,

she could've expirated the blood on the wall,

providing an alternative explanation
for the medium velocity spatter.

Do me a favor, check it out.

Well, it looks like two millimeters.

Same as the blood at the scene.

So, maybe it was just an accident.

As she tried to get up, she
expirated the blood on the wall.

She failed to regain her
footing, impacting her temple

and then she bounced on her occipital bone.

So we've got two theories, both
supported by physical evidence.

Yeah, if we ever find a murder
weapon, my theory's done.

Well, I know that there was
no blood found in the car,

so it's unlikely that Ray took a
drive to dispose of the weapon.

Hey, ready for a quiz? Guess
how Ray's first wife died?

Wait. She had a stroke on a stairway.

Robbins told me.

Is that the autopsy report?

No, these are medical records.
There was no autopsy.

Jackie Lester had a heart condition.

Three weeks before she died,

she was admitted to a hospital with vertigo.

She ignored the doctor's warnings,

didn't take her medication. Family
physician pronounced it a stroke.

Well, if she wasn't cremated,

it's not too late for a
postmortem examination.

Judge Witherspoon is issuing
a court order for exhumation.

Now, look, I just came from the DA.

I gotta tell you, he's
already made up his mind.

Husband and wife, home alone,
all that blood, shaky alibi.

Plus, he says, "He just looks guilty."

How does one "look" guilty?

You know, I'm just a messenger.

What do you think the
chances are he didn't do it?

Well, what do you think the chances
are we're going to give you an answer

before all the evidence is in?

Greg...

Becky Lester had a B.A.L. of point one-eight.

- And I found trace amounts of Diazepam.
- Thanks!

Hey, I heard the coroner found semen,
so I tested for birth control.

Estrogen and progesterone levels were spiked.

Where did you hear about
the coroner's findings?

Actually, I read the report.

Maybe I don't want to be a
toxicologist my whole life. I mean,

you went from DNA to the field,

and I guess you're kind
of a role model to me.

- A role model, huh?
- Yeah. By the way,

where do you get your hair cut?

Quick. How many teeth in the human mouth?

Without wisdoms? 28.

Yep, and the 28 teeth in Becky's mouth

do not match the bite impressions
on her husband's body.

I guess Ray found himself
another set of pearly whites.

Look, I loved my wife.

But, a year into our marriage,

she told me that she wasn't into sex anymore.

And, uh, she went frigid on me.

Asked me to move into the other bedroom.

And you were okay with that?

Well, I kept hoping things would get better.

And we had fun and we respected each other.

And she was a great mom to Susan.

I'm still confused about the bite marks.

I found a way to make our relationship work.

You found yourself a vampire?

I met a girl online.

She liked biting. I liked being bit.

It just seemed like a good
match, and it never got sexual.

And, uh, what is her name?

And your wife never suspected anything?

We'd meet at a motel...

every few weeks.

I'd tell Becky that I
was going out for a bite.

It was consensual and it wasn't sexual.

It was not cheating.

But you never told your wife?

I didn't tell Becky everything
I did every minute of the day,

but that doesn't mean that I was unfaithful.

When, exactly,

was the last time that you had sexual
intercourse with your late wife?

Four years ago.

Rosy Palm and Thumbelina are
the only action that I get.

Uh, wow, you know, uh,

a joke like that doesn't quite seem
appropriatefor a distraught husband.

I'm just answering the questions.

Mr. Lester,

did you know that your
wife was having an affair?

The day that she died,
she had had intercourse.

Are we done here?

For now.

She's hot.

But I still wouldn't let her fang me.

No, no. I'm with you.

Was the video encrypted?

Uh, no.

I was processing Ray's computer and
it was just sitting on the desktop...

in a folder called "Dental Records."

Did you get an I.D. on Buffy?

Grissom got us an administrative subpoena.

ISP sent over the subscriber information:

Dr. Jeri Cohen-aka

Buffy227-

is a dentist.

Are you kidding me?

I could not make this stuff up.

I'm not ashamed of my predilection.

Assuming both parties are
healthy, biting can be orgasmic.

Dr. Cohen, where were you last night?

Home alone, like most nights.

Ma'am, we're here to talk about
your relationship with Ray Lester.

Well, I wouldn't call it
a relationship, per se.

There was no sex, no commitment.

We'd meet at a motel room,
once or twice a month.

You e-mailed Ray digital video
of your sessions together.

Ray bought me that camera for,
uh, my birthday. It was fun.

If you say so.

The Kama Sutra says that
any place on the body

that can be kissed can also be bitten.

Except the upper lip, the
interior of the mouth,

and, of course, the eye.

It also goes on to describe

eight different ways to bite your partner.

Ray liked "the broken cloud."

Teeth... are sexual organs.

Um, Dr. Cohen, did, uh...

did, uh...

Ray.

...Ray ever mention his wife?

He told me he was married.
It wasn't a problem for me.

He said they made better friends than
lovers and she was a good mother,

- that's about it.
- Was he violent?

Ray?

No, he was nothing like that.

See?

No bite marks.

I'm the aggressor.

Ray just lies there and takes it.

He's a real sweetheart.

Uh, ma'am...

Would you mind biting down on this for me?

You know I wouldn't.

They don't tell you about
this part of the job

when you're training to become a CSI.

Come on, after five years, at
least they don't smell anymore.

Always with the silver lining.

Right.

You ready?

Well, hello, Jackie Lester.

On three.

One... two... Three.

If you two don't mind...

...we'd like some alone time.

You done with your alone time, Doc?

Just completed my prelim, but check this out.

Subgaleal hemorrhages,

consistent with lacerations
to the occipital bone.

So both of Ray's wives end up
dead at the bottom of the stairs

with lacerations to the head.

If my full autopsy confirms murder,

you maybe looking at the
first serial stairway killer.

If there was a murder weapon,
it was not in that house.

- We searched everywhere.
- What's in the bag?

Sex lube, found at the crime scene.

Autopsy revealed that
Becky was sexually active.

Ray claims that they've both been
celibate for the past four years.

And you wanted to see if her
lover's prints were on that bottle.

Two viable prints, both
in a light coat of lube.

One was Becky's and the
other is an Adam Gilford.

Work card is in the system.

He's an executive at Western Airlines.

Lovers and co-workers. That never works.

If Ray did find out about
the affair, that's motive.

Of course I knew Becky Lester.

I'm her boss. I'm the one who hired her.

Hard to believe that was six years ago.

And it's such a tragedy.

She was loved.

By some more than others.

Excuse me?

Mr. Gilford, we know that the two
of you were sleeping together.

Becky wasn't in love with Ray.

They'd stopped having sex.

If they divorced, she'd owe him alimony,

and Becky didn't think that was right.

- Becky told you that?
- She told me everything.

She and Ray were living on vapors.

They'd just taken a second on the house.

She also told me that Ray
was hiding money from her-

the insurance payout on his first wife.

Look, if you suspect she was murdered,
I can tell you why Ray did it.

We're listening.

At Western Airlines, VP's and above
receive corporate life insurance policies.

Quarter mil payouts.

Last week, a round of pink slips went out.

We both got hit.

Two weeks, she would have been out of here.

And the insurance policy, suspended.

And Ray is the beneficiary.

He killed her just in time to make a killing.

DA's planning to file
charges against Ray Lester-

tomorrow, after an ADA stops by
the crime lab for a full briefing.

That's too soon.

Tell me about the first wife.

Preliminary investigations
suggests foul play,

but we've got nothing definitive
until she's fully posted.

And the physical evidence in Becky
Lester's death is completely ambiguous.

The DA figures he'll make a headline
while you find corroborating evidence.

- You think he's guilty, right?
- I don't think that yet.

Oh, um, am I interrupting?

- No.
- Brass just called with a heads up.

Since when does the DA's office
tell us when we're ready?

When the case is high profile and the
DA is feeling heat from the sheriff.

Look, you'll just walk
him through the evidence.

You won't bias your reports or skip
anything ambiguous. It is was it is.

If the DA wants to shoot his wad
too early, we can't stop him.

Okay.

Sarah and I may have uncovered
motive. In the last two weeks,

Ray filled out five loan applications.

200 G's a pop. All denied.

With his wife dead, he is the
beneficiary of a $250,000 policy.

I wonder what he needed the money for.

I was... being blackmailed.

Um, someone found out about Buffy.

I... I got a letter
and a photo in the mail.

They wanted 200 grand or the...

Otherwise, they'd share your
biting secret with your wife.

Yeah.

Our marriage was having enough problems.

I mean, you're covered in those bite marks.

Didn't your wife ever
ask where they came from?

She hadn't seen me naked in a long time.

I just... I would've been humiliated
if she found out about Buffy.

She was a great mom.

And she kept... she kept me sane
when my business went under.

You still have the blackmail note?

Yeah. I couldn't risk letting Becky find it.

Soon as I opened that letter, it
went right into my briefcase.

I've got the only key.

"Send $200,000to P.O. Box 4976,

"Searchlight, Nevada, 89431 "within two weeks

or I'll send photos to your wife. "

P.O. Box was through a private
company, paid for in cash

with a pseudonym: Abe Lincoln.

Ninhydrin picked up six distinct prints.

Five were matched to Ray.

What about the sixth?

Becky Lester.

Hold on.

Ray told Brass that Becky
never saw that note,

which means he was lying.
If she read the note,

then it's possible

that Ray freaked out,

bludgeoned her to death.

What if Ray's telling the truth?

Well, Catherine, if he was,

her fingerprints would not be on this note.

Unless she touched the
letter before it was sent,

which would make her the sender.

Well, that doesn't make any sense.

Becky thought that Ray was
squirreling away money.

Maybe this is her way of
getting her hands on it.

She used his fetish against him?

She blackmailed her own husband,

knowing that he would pay up,

so she wouldn't find out his secret.

That's ingenious.

And really sad.

If it's true.

Well, if Becky's saliva's on that
envelope, it's indisputable.

This is a blood clot.
Take a look.

The blood's continuous.

Comes from deep within the parenchyma.

The first wife had a stroke and it was fatal.

What about the scalp lacerations?

Perimortum.

So she must've hit her head on
the stairs on the way down.

Well, I can't tell you about the second wife,

but this was a natural.

That's the Western Airlines logo.

Over the past few years,
corporations have begun

embedding their insignia into the
stationery for security purposes.

If Becky wrote the note,
she wrote it at work.

This is Catherine.

Oh, yeah. I'm on my way.

For the record, I think
you're filing prematurely.

As always, I value your opinion.

But I'm confident in our
decision to move forward.

But, come on, Grissom,

granted the first death was a natural-

but two dead women married to the
same guy found in a stairwell?

Lightning doesn't strike
in the same place twice.

Actually, it does.

The Empire State Building
gets struck 20 times a year.

Let's just run the case.

- Sorry, I got held up.
- No, you're just in time.

Ms. Willows, would you bring
Mr. Sinclair up to speed?

I'd be happy to.

Ray and Becky Lester were unhappily married.

She was having an affair with her boss,

he was indulging his biting fetish.

They were having financial problems.

But Becky believed that Ray was hiding money.

Two weeks ago, Ray received a blackmail note

demanding 200 grand or the wife
finds out about Bite Girl.

Well, we have just confirmed
that the blackmailer

and the wife are one and the same.

Based on what?

The envelope of the ransom
note. DNA was a match.

The wife was blackmailing the husband?

Never underestimate the deviousness
of a malcontented spouse.

He found out and he killed her.

We don't have any evidence to support that.

Run the timeline.

Couple got home around 10:00 p. m.

They went outside and had some tequila.

At 10:08,

Ray's daughter from his
first marriage phoned.

Becky went inside to take the call.

How long did they talk?

It's not in Brass' notes.

Well, I have the phone records here, so...

Uh, the call lasted...

two minutes?!

I thought the husband told
Nick it was a marathon call.

Yeah, I'm just seeing this
for the first time here. Um...

The incoming call did not come
from the grandfather's house.

I'm gonna call this number.

You've reached the
home office of Ray Lester.

Please leave your
details after the beep.

Susan called her stepmother
from inside the house.

Did anybody process that office phone?

The office was away from
the crime scene. We, uh,

checked it for a murder
weapon, but that's about it.

I'll get an investigator over there.

Unless you're in too much of a hurry.

There it is.

Greg...

there's a fingerprint in blood.

- Detective, what's going on?
- Mr. Stein, where's Susan?

Is everything okay with Dad?

We have a warrant to search your house.

A warrant?! What?

Would you both please step
outside with this officer?

Can I get my homework?

Well, uh...

- Sure. That'd be all right.
- Okay.

I'm gonna need to see inside your backpack.

It's just my books and stuff.

I'd like to see what you're studying.

What did you hit her with?

I want to talk to my dad.

Why don't we take a ride downtown.
You can call him from there.

Nice work.

My stepmom was a bitch.

Susan, you're not helping.
Please, stay quiet.

Excuse me for a minute.

You know, I guess this
could explain why Becky's...

...skull was lacerated and not fractured.

She wasn't strong enough.

- I had to protect him.
- Protect who, Susan?

Susan!

Protect your father? Protect
your father from what?

She was gonna leave him.

So that's why you killed your
stepmother, to protect your father.

Last week, I skipped soccer
practice and came home early.

You are so damn brilliant.

I just found the digital video
and printed out the stills.

"Dental Records."

I married a moron.

Did you check the P.O. box today?

Empty, but he's got another week.

Ray's whipped.

He brought up counseling again.

The idiot would die before letting
me in on his freak-ass fetish.

My dad only married Becky because of me.

Explain that to me.

Well, he thought I needed a mom
and that's why he stayed with her.

Blaming herself for the marriage.

She doesn't seem to blame
herself for ending it.

So you waited for your
granddad to go to sleep

and you snuck out of the house,
snuck back into your house

then you called your stepmom
from your dad's telephone line.

Pretty tricky.

And then, you must've...

hid somewhere.

I hid in the closet.

I told her we had to talk and
that I knew about her boyfriend.

Uh, hey, Dad. Is Becky
there? Could I talk to her?

All right. It's Susan.

Hey, babe.

Just tell Dad you'll take the call
inside and meet me in my room.

Okay. It's boy trouble.

I'll take this inside.

- Are we done here?
- Almost. We're almost done.

You know, Susan, there was
a bloody paper towel...

...left in the trash. Can
you tell me about that?

I went to the kitchen, trying to clean up.

I put the phone back in my dad's
office and I walked back to Grandpa's.

Where was your father when
you killed your stepmother?

He was outside.

Asleep.

Did you catch that?

Timeline is off.

Curious.

You want to talk to the
dad and I'll call the DA?

Sure.

You knew.

What?

Your daughter killed your
wife and you knew it.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Susan attacked Becky as soon
as she went into the house.

But you admitted to having another drink.

You would've heard the attack.

- I'm sorry, but that's what happ...
- You went into the house

and found Susan wiping
blood off of her hands.

You sent her back to her grandfather's.

You came up with a story to tell the cops,

and then called 911.

You were protecting your daughter.

And now she's protecting you.

You can't prove it.

Well, either way,

you have to live with it.