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"Coming." A young woman headed to the door and opened it.
"Excuse me, are you Emilia Doe?" Grissom asked her.
"Yeah, but my friends call me Emi." Emi was beaming at seeing Greg standing on her porch next to Grissom. Emi was one of four friends that were obsessed with CSI.
"We're conducting and investigation. Can we ask you some questions?"
Emi was silent. The two men shared a look.
Silence is an uncomfortable thing when it goes on for too long. The two on the porch shifted.
Completely serious Emi questioned the investigators, "Did Sam get arrested for prostitution?"
Silence again. As one Greg and Grissom pivoted to look at a young women standing at the bottom of the steps looking at her clipboard.
She looked up when she felt the stares. "What?!"
"Prostitution, Sam?" Grissom seemed skeptical.
"Huh?" Sam looked more confused then anyone.
Greg grinned. "Sooooo … How's business going?"
Sam seemed to have processed Grissom's statement. "WHAT?!"
Emi seemed to have figured out the s