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MAN:
Isn't it great to get back to nature?

You wanna set camp here?

We can camp on the moon,
just give me the shovel.

Chill, chill.

- You got paper?
- I have what I need.

[INSECTS BUZZING]

Oh, my God!

Angie?

Angie!

[INSECTS BUZZING]

- They're everywhere.
- What the...?

[MAN COUGHS]

That's a person.

Hikers found her.

Looks like a gunshot to the head.

Did you find a weapon?

No.

I hate bees.

Just paper wasps.

They're having too much fun
to worry about us.

I never get used to this part,
you know, when the bugs get going.

Just doing what God intended.

Recycling us back to the earth.

- Hey, officer.
OFFICER: Yeah.

Can I borrow some of your
hot coffee, please?

- Sure.
- Thank you.

Ahh.

Preservation.

John.

Paul.

George.

Ringo.

Beetles.

No, uh, alkali fluids in the dirt,

so she wasn't killed here.

Whoever dumped her
must've been in a hurry.

Didn't take the time to bury her.

What do you think?

You got any of that beef jerky
you're always gnawing on?

- You can eat?
- I wanna keep these little fellas alive.

They're our first witnesses
to the crime.

WARRICK:
Cath, you want some coffee?

CATHERINE: Please.
Cream with some of that fake stuff.

There's nothing good
to eat around here.

Hi.

- Sorry I'm late.
- Hey, how's the body with the bugs?

- How do you know about that already?
- Hey, don't look at me.

We played a hunch,
checked with Homicide.

- You were late.
- What do you have for us?

A Paul Sorenson.

Missing since last night.
Last seen at home of Richard Zeigler,

- in, ooh, Summerlin.
- Summerlin? Rich folks.

Warrick, you can work this
with Catherine.

Don't you have
a court date coming up?

Yeah, the DA asked me to testify

on a chain of custody.
I could do that in my sleep.

Listen, juries need to have confidence
in the evidentiary process,

so work with Catherine,
then break off

- when you have to appear.
- Yeah.

- Bye.
- Good luck.

- Bye.
WARRICK: See you.

- Need help with your homicide?
- No, Sara's gonna work with me.

You get a missing person.
Sheryl Applegate.

Her husband notified the police
that she took the car

and headed to L.A.,
but she never showed up.

A few hours ago, P.D. found
her car at the bus station.

They requested a CSI.

She took the bus instead.
Case solved.

Hopefully, you're right.

But until she's located,
treat her car like a crime scene.

Is everything okay?
You've been quiet all night.

Yeah.

I got a call earlier today
from Child Services

asking about you and Lindsey.

- I don't believe this.
- They told me they'd notified you,

some investigation that Eddie had
made a charge or something.

Yes, he's pissed off because
I won't let him back into my life,

so he's sics Child Services on me.

I never expected they were gonna
talk to my friends.

Well, what did they ask?
What did you say?

- Hello.
- Hi.

Sir, we're with the
Las Vegas Crime Lab.

We're here about a Paul Sorenson.

I'm Richard Zeigler.
Cops told me you were coming.

Here, please, come in.

- Thank you.
- Thanks.

Well, this is where
the Sorenson was displayed.

- Sorenson is a painting?
- Paul Sorenson was an artist.

Early 1900s.

How dumb are we?

What's he know about forensic
analysis of a friction ridge?

- Right on.
- I think I may have surprised the guy

while he was stealing it.

I came downstairs to read
and I heard a noise.

By the time I got
to the room, he was gone,

but the door was open.

Why don't we dust for prints?

WARRICK:
Mr. Zeigler, one more thing.

What about the security alarm?

Somebody disengaged it.

- Thinking what I'm thinking?
- Oh, yeah. Inside job.

So was it a disaster
with Child Services?

Disaster? What do you mean?

Well, my job does take me
away from my daughter.

Nobody knows that better than you.

Yeah, but you think I'd say that?

Well, not intentionally. They just,

you know, know how
to ask questions.

Are you finding anything?

We're working on it, sir.

Your young woman
from the mountains.

Do we know who she is yet?

I gave her prints to Homicide for ID.

There's the blanket
she was wrapped in.

Whoever she is, last day
on earth was not pleasant.

.38 caliber gun, flush to the scalp.

[GUNSHOT]

Shot clean through, right to left.

Bullet out the other side.

Stellate pattern and beveled wound

confirms the proximity
of barrel to scalp.

No question this was
an intimate killing.

Full of sound and fury
signifying what, doc?

I took these.

SARA:
Let's see what we have.

Fracture to the nasal bone,

orbital bone, mandibular.

All facial fractures.

Typical for battered women.

These aren't fresh, are they?

The old fracture lines

indicate this woman was in
a long-term abusive relationship.

Any idea how long she's been dead?

The elements really got to her.

Grissom and his insects are gonna
have to figure that one out.

Have we lost you, Grissom?

The worms go in
The worms go out

The worms play pinochle
On your snout

Shakespeare again?

An old nursery rhyme.

ROBBINS:
A very special insect, Dr. Seuss?

A muscid fly,

typical only in urban areas.

But you found her in the mountains.

How many people have access to
your home, keys and security code?

Just my wife and my two sons
and my daughter.

CATHERINE:
Can you get them all here?

They might be able to help us
with evidence.

Hey, Catherine.

Check this out.

You see that?

Helix, antihelix, helix rim,
tragus, antitragus.

I think the thief must have
pressed his head against the wall

to check if the painting was wired.

Come on, an earprint?

Hey, a jury convicted
a first-degree murderer

based on a print just like this
two years ago, in Washington.

Yeah, I know. I know.
I'd like to see that one on appeal.

Well, photograph and lift.

We'll have someone
to compare it to soon enough.

Okay, bear with me.

You're one of ten guys in the country
that understands this stuff.

I think there's at least 15, but go on.

What don't you get?

Insects arrive at a corpse
in a specific order, right?

Like summer follows the spring.

And you can pinpoint time of death

based on the type and age
of insects present on the body?

I watch the insects mature

from eggs to larvae to adults,

and then count backwards.

Linear regression.

How old are those creepy crawlers?

- Well, they're not done maturing yet.
- Oh.

But when they are, I'll be able
to tell you how old they were

when I found the body.

Which will tell us
when the women died.

I ID'd her body through AFIS
and located her husband.

Let me guess, downtown?

- The Fremont district?
- You know, I'm not even gonna ask.

Synthesiomyia nudiseta
is the Latin name.

It's a muscid fly.

Only breeds in urban areas,
but Grissom found one on our girl,

which means she was
probably killed downtown

and then carried into the mountains.

Well, the neighbors heard a gunshot
at their apartment five days ago.

The grieving husband,

his name is Scott Shelton.

What was her name?

Kaye screamed at me a lot,
that's for sure, but I didn't kill her.

In fact, I was out of town last week,
at a convention.

Yeah, in New Orleans
soaking up the gumbo. You told us.

When was the last time
you saw your wife?

Five days ago.

When I came back
from my trip she was gone.

And you didn't think
to notify the police?

I keep my personal
business private.

If Kaye had left me again,
I wasn't gonna broadcast it.

BRASS:
So this neighbor lady,

who told me that
she heard a gunshot

and a woman scream
inside your apartment,

what, she just imagined that?

It was probably our TV.

Mr. Shelton...

...did your wife drive racecars?

- You're kidding me.
- No.

The two most common causes
of facial trauma in adult women:

Motor-vehicle accidents

and domestic violence.

These are your wife's x-rays.

SARA: Every face and neck fracture
your wife has sustained

over the last six years is highlighted.

Kaye can get wild.

If I came home late with friends,
I've wrestled her off me.

I admit that.

Three complaints against Scott
for spousal abuse in the last two years.

Kaye was excitable.

Like I said, I've wrestled her off me,

but I never, ever laid a hand on her.

How about a gun?

- You have your hands full with her.
- So do you.

SARA: We're gonna investigate
your apartment.

Do we need a warrant
or are you gonna play nice?

Come on over.
I've got nothing to hide.

We'll be the judge of that.

Detective Secula.

- Mr. Stokes.
- What's up?

You got stuck on this one too?

Yeah, well, missing person,
could be interesting.

Husband reports his wife missing and
her car's at a bus terminal? Come on.

Lady took a trip.
Didn't want him to know where to.

- Not much of a mystery.
- Auto unit been by yet?

SECULA:
No, they just slim-jimmed.

We checked for a body,
didn't find one.

- Big surprise.
- Yeah.

No. I didn't touch a thing.

Secula, is something wrong?

We had dinner last week.

I thought it went great.
You never called.

That doesn't mean I wasn't going to.

- Is our missing person a redhead?
- Yeah.

Call in a tow to the CSI garage.

This case is now
officially interesting.

It's just like a fingerprint,
for your ears.

Now, wait a minute.
Are you thinking one of us did this?

CATHERINE:
Well, there's no forced entry.

Someone shut off your alarm.

That tells us that we
eliminate the family first,

before we widen our investigation.

I'll tell you what. I'm not putting
that crap on my ear.

We can get a warrant.

No, nobody's getting
a warrant against this family.

We'll humor them,
and get this over with.

CATHERINE:
Thank you, sir.

ZEIGLER:
Tell me what you want me to do.

CATHERINE:
You're a good sport.

WARRICK: Just gonna press this
against your ear.

See?

We got a match.

What do you think?

WARRICK:
Jason?

- What?
- The earprint talking.

Why would you steal from me?

Sir, are you gonna wanna
press charges?

No, no. God, no, no. I'm just...

We'll get help for Jason.

I don't want court records.

Jason, do you still have
the painting?

What if I told you I sold it?

Well, that would be selling stolen
property, and you would be arrested,

no matter what your dad says.

Okay.

Painting's in the trunk of my car.

Can I get you guys
something to drink? Soda, ale?

SARA:
No, thanks.

Not a lot of room for Kaye.

She's shy.

Does it get cold in here
in the winter?

Sometimes. Why?

That's why you'd need a blanket
on the couch, huh?

A green one, I bet.

[GUN CLICKS]

Looks like your gun's
just been cleaned.

Yeah, I cleaned it before I left town.

Took out the garbage too. Does
that make me guilty of something?

No bullets missing here.

Bullets missing here, though.

I fired them at the shooting range
last month.

I go there with
a couple of guys from work.

We're gonna need
to borrow your bullets.

- This back door lead to your car?
SHELTON: To a car.

I drive a different demo every day.
Perk of the dealership.

You smell that, Grissom?

Did you do laundry back here today?

I got news for you, Scott.

Bleach doesn't make
blood disappear.

You just can't see it
with the naked eye.

I have no idea how that got there.

It got there when you shot
your wife in the head,

before you wrapped her in a blanket
and you dumped her in the mountains!

- Get your finger out of my face!
- Touch me again--

- Sara! Sara!
- Can't you control her?

Get him out of here, Jim.

SHELTON:
I told you she was a handful.

You don't know a handful!

Hey. Hey.
What is the matter with you?

I am a woman and I have a gun,
and look how he treated me.

I can only imagine
how he treated his wife.

- Hey.
WARRICK: Hey.

- Nicky, how's it going?
- Good, good.

Are you putting one of Lindsey's
drawings into evidence?

If only her artwork
brought in this kind of dough,

I wouldn't need to worry
about her college tuition.

Yeah, I heard your
missing person was a painting.

- At least we solved our case.
- Oh! Oh.

Keep walking.

Give me an evidence tag
for this painting.

CLERK:
Sure.

Okay, now, I know that
these are rich people,

and it's just a painting,
and nobody died,

but this just doesn't feel finished.

Every time you say that,
I'm looking at more overtime.

I know.

[PAGER BEEPING]

You know what?
I gotta be somewhere.

- Court.
- Yeah, right.

- Can you handle this from here?
- Yeah.

Cool. See you later.

Hey, Warrick.

- Are you gonna tell me?
- What?

- About Child Services?
- Oh.

I told them as far as mothers
are concerned, you're the bomb.

- Really?
- Yeah.

And I also told them your ex
is pretty screwed up.

No worries.

What do we need
to nail him at trial?

Well, the neighbor puts him
in the apartment five days ago.

You tell me she's been
dead five days

and a jury is gonna jump
all over that coincidence.

Insects will tell me
when she was killed.

No, all I'm saying is
five days is what I need.

Jim, please don't try and compromise
my end of the investigation.

Good luck.

The bullets from Scott's gun
are unusual.

Since we didn't find the spent bullet,
I sent one from the box over to Trace.

Everything else stacks up.

He killed her.

What'd you get?

- She's been dead three days.
- Are you positive?

Not five?

Three.

My client was in New Orleans

three days before his wife's body
was discovered on that mountain.

He couldn't possibly have killed her,

unless I misunderstand what you've
explained to us, Mr. Grissom?

Your linear regression?

You understand.

Okay, forget time of death,

how does your client explain Kaye's
blood all over his apartment wall?

Quite simply. Scott has three
prior complaints for abuse.

What's to say the blood didn't get there
during one of those altercations?

Altercations?
Upgraded from wrestling.

BRASS:
This is good.

Admitting to prior abuse
to cover up actual murder.

My client and I are leaving.

And, Mr. Grissom, thank you.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

Hey, tough luck about
the wife abuser getting released.

There's no secrets around you,
are there, Conrad?

You think I wanted you
to whiff out on that?

Your reputation as an entomologist
elevates this entire crime lab,

which elevates my stature,
by association.

Well, then you must feel very
small today, by association.

You're dropping the ball
in other areas, though.

Administratively.

Did I miss one of your
status meetings?

Warrick Brown had one of my guys
sub for him in court.

So? I'm sure something came up.

He told my guy
it was an emergency,

but I have it on good authority
that he was gambling.

At the Monaco.

- What?
- That's right. On CSI time.

I don't like him using
one of my guys as a cover.

I figure if he brings anybody down
with him, it should be from your shift.

Don't you think?

[KETTLE WHISTLING]

[FOOTSTEPS]

Sara?

Sara?

You okay?

Fine, yeah.

Did you sleep here?

I was working till 4 a.m.

I combed every demo Scott's driven.

Zilch.

What's up?

I need you to do some background
for me on Warrick

without letting him know why.

Oh, Warrick, your favorite CSI.

That's why I want you to handle it,

so that Ecklie can't
accuse me of favoritism

if it turns out that Warrick's clean.

What do you wanna know?

WARRICK:
This painting's a forgery?

Where does it say that?

I was reading up on Sorenson,

and I found a site that says
15 percent of all museum art is fake.

It's not our job to authenticate art,
case is closed.

You're so right, but if this is a forgery,

we've got a new crime.

JESSICA:
This electrothermal atomizer

is set at the excitation wavelength
for titanium,

which was not used
in oil paint before the 1950s.

So an authentic Sorenson
would be titanium-free.

If it's present, the canvas will
fluoresce, and we've got a forgery.

Hit the lights.

CATHERINE: Hm.
- No doubt about it. It's a fake.

Okay, so if the owner
purchased this painting

from a reputable auction house,

- they would have run a similar test.
- Absolutely.

So the kid stole
the original painting from his pop,

and gave us back a forgery.

This kid's in college, right?
Let's check his dorm room.

There's no more hair.

Not even a trace.
No signs of foul play.

And the carpet's clean.

Yeah. Yeah, too clean.

Which begs the question:

- What lies beneath?
- Hand me the phenolphthalein, please.

You're, um...

You're checking for blood.

Well, I'm checking

to see why someone scrubbed
this carpet so clean.

If there is blood present...

...we'll know why.

Looks like our missing person
might be a homicide.

Oh, yeah.

Hey.

You find out anything
about Warrick?

Um, I'm here about something else.

You-- You know how you say
we're the victim's last voice?

Mm-hm.

I thought it was our job
to speak for Kaye Shelton.

You don't crunch evidence
to fit a theory.

What if you hear
the victim's screams?

In the car, at the store.

You have empathy for her, Sara.

You want someone to pay for what
was done to her. That's normal.

You wanna sleep with me?

Did you just say
what I think you said?

That way, when I wake up
in a cold sweat

under the blanket
hearing Kaye's screams,

you can tell me it's nothing.

It's just empathy.

BRASS: So you planning
a little late-night luau?

- Roast pig?
- It's an experiment.

Maybe Kaye was dead five days.

I thought your bugs
never made mistakes.

They don't. People do.

The victim was wrapped
in a blanket.

Normally a blanket or clothing
doesn't impact insect maturation.

The insects usually
fight their way in anyway.

But I examined
the folds in Kaye's blanket.

She was wrapped tight,
maybe tighter than I realized.

Which would've decreased
the corpse's exposure to insects.

So it took longer
for the insects to get in there.

And deposit their eggs.
Maybe two whole days.

I've wrapped Porky here pretty tight.

Let me ask you this,
you killed a pig just for this?

This poor ham
was already on its way

to someone's Christmas dinner table.

- I mean, wouldn't a rabbit be easier?
- Gotta be a pig.

Interestingly,
they're the most like humans.

Yeah, I been saying that
since I was a rookie.

You're on your own, pal.

[FOOTSTEPS]

Thanks.

- How's the case going?
- Hey.

Eh. Dead end, how about you?

Just got a hit on one of our
missing lady's credit cards.

Motel.

NICK: Her abductor sold her card,
or is using it himself.

- What motel?
- Four Aces.

That's right around the corner
from where we found her car.

I've got some uniforms
meeting us there.

Good job.

[SIRENS WAILING]

OFFICER:
Las Vegas Police!

All right, don't move! Put your hands
where I can see them!

Let's go.

Are you Sheryl Applegate?

Oh, whoa, man! Ow!

- Whoa! What's going on here?
- Michael, shut up.

Las Vegas Police.
Your husband reported you missing.

Can she put that gun away?

You haven't been abducted,
have you, Ms. Applegate?

Not really.

We found evidence of blood
in your car.

I saw an injured dog last week
and drove it to the vet.

Ahem. Uh, Nick,
let's get out of here.

[NICK CLEARS THROAT]

Wait!

What are you gonna
tell my husband?

That you're okay.

You're gonna have to
fill in the blanks.

So the pig's insects matured at a rate
consistent with a five-day-old corpse?

Once I took the blanket
into account.

Your initial computations
were wrong?

You went back, adjusted conditions,
and proved actual time of death?

- Five days, not three.
SARA: Which places the victim

with her husband,
who's already guilty as sin.

Captain Brass, do you understand
Grissom's insect evidence?

To a degree. In a...

In a general way.

Do you think a jury will understand
your adjustments,

or do you think they'll
realize your conditions

can make the evidence say
anything you want it to say?

I can make a case to any jury
against Scott Shelton

for the murder of his wife.

Your arresting officer
can barely understand it.

I read the file.

Other than bugs,
is there anything else?

Get something a jury
can understand or move on.

- Hello.
- Hello, Mr. Zeigler.

- You brought my Sorenson.
CATHERINE: Yes.

ZEIGLER:
Good. I'm glad it's back.

Nice campus you got there, Jason.

- What?
- We went by your dorm earlier,

with the police here.

We'd like to ask a favor of you,
Mr. Zeigler.

A private viewing of the painting.

[ATOMIZER WHIRRING]

My God. My--

My Sorenson's a forgery?

WARRICK:
That's not all, sir.

Wait. I have $10 million
worth of forgeries.

WARRICK:
No, sir.

Police recovered your originals

from Jason's dorm room today.

What?

Well, I don't even know you.

What, did you have an art major
do your fakes for you, Jason?

CATHERINE:
Robbery checked with your school.

They actually teach classes
in how to copy the masters.

My friends helped me out.

They didn't know what I was doing.

And what exactly were you doing?

Your son stole all your originals,
replacing them with forgeries.

But the other night,
his little scam was interrupted.

WARRICK: He didn't have time
to make the switch.

If the hook hadn't dislodged
from your Sorenson,

you would've spent the rest of your life
admiring fakes.

And you never even knew
the difference, did you, Dad?

You're right.

You don't know me.

Where are your pictures of me?

You're too busy
staring at your masterpieces.

And they're not even real!

I'm right here, Dad,
but you don't even see me.

The police are going to want to know
if you're pressing charges this time.

I am.

You want my attention, Jason?

You got it.

I heard you were going
into an autopsy.

How can you just move on
to another case?

They're laughing at us.
You know that, right?

They think we're a couple of science
nerds. They threw out our findings.

DAVID: That body should be up
in a few minutes, Mr. Grissom.

Thank you, David.

There was a murder recently in
a village on the other side of the world.

Every man in the village
denied having any part of it.

The victim's throat had been
slashed with a shovel.

So this one guy, I guess you could
call him a science nerd,

asked all the men in the village to bring
their shovels to the center of town

and hold them, spade side up.

And he waited.

Eventually flies started showing up
on one specific shovel

looking for microscopic bits
of blood and flesh.

First witness to a crime.

The investigator got
his murderer, and...

And forensic science was born.
Song Tzu. 1235 A.D.

- You call 800 years ago recent?
- To an astronomer, it is.

But then people forgot about
forensic science, didn't they?

And had to be reminded again
by Francesco Redi in the 1600s.

And again by
Bergeret d'Arbois in the 1800s.

Every civilization learns what it needs
to know, and the next one forgets it.

The sheriff...

Well, it's not personal.

We're part of the cycle.

Yeah, they laughed at fingerprints
70 years ago, and now it's law.

Except somebody
had to push for prints.

And you're standing there saying,
"All things in their own time."

You're confused, right?

Yes.

That's the best place
for a scientist to be.

My body's here.

Kaye Shelton.

Shall we?

SARA: Gave her a bath, huh?
- Routine cleaning.

We had to do it sometime.

Doc, what's this blue mark here?

SARA: Why didn't we see this
at the autopsy?

It was under a gallon of blood.

But the blue's embedded,
it won't wash away.

Didn't you say the suspect's
ammunition was in Trace?

Yeah.

"Lead, copper, zinc,

Teflon."

Teflon?

And? So?

Strand of hair
from our lady in the mountains.

The blue dust from
around her entrance wound?

That's from the bullet's impact.

It's made of Teflon.

Now look at the next specimen.

The bullet is from Scott's personal
ammo supply, which I test-fired.

See, the Teflon disintegrated into
blue powder at the moment of impact.

SHELTON: You're gonna leave me?
Is that what you think?

And all the guys are gonna see
a woman walk out on me?

- No, Scott, no!
- You just try!

[GUNSHOT]

You did very good.

But this is still just more
circumstantial evidence.

- We're a long way from a conviction.
- But we can bury him under evidence.

You're the one who's always saying

it's better to have one piece
of forensic evidence

than ten eyewitnesses.

What, do you tape everything I say?

- You still have to educate the jury.
- On bullets.

It's gotta be easier than bugs.

Less Latin.

BRASS: You know, I've been waiting
three days to do this.

No, make that five days.

Let's go.

- Hi.
- Hi.

I checked out Warrick. His story
about missing court was, uh, lame.

I got this surveillance tape
from the Monaco.

He was in the casino.

I'm sorry.

Thanks.