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Isn't great to get back to nature. You want to set camp here?

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

Chill, chill.

You got paper?

I have what I need.

Oh, my god!

Angie?

Angie!

They're... They're everywhere.

What the...?

That's a person.

Hey.

Hikers found her.

Looks like a gunshot to the head.

Did you find a weapon?

No.

I hate bees.

Just paper wasps

and 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

can I borrow some of your hot coffee, please?

Preservation.

John...

Paul...

George...

And Ringo.

Beetles.

No alkali fluids in the dirt

so she wasn't killed here.

Whoever dumped her

must have 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 want to keep these little fellas alive.

They're our first witnesses to the crime.

♪ Who... are you? ♪

♪ Who, who, who, who? ♪

♪ Who... are you? ♪

♪ Who, who, who, who? ♪

♪ I really wanna know ♪

♪ who... are you? ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh ♪ ♪ who... ♪

♪ Come on, tell me who are you, you, you ♪

♪ oh, you! ♪

You guys want some coffee?

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, uh, 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 chain of custody.

I could do that in my sleep.

Listen, juries need to have confidence

in the evidentiary process. Work with Catherine.

Break off when you have to appear.

Yeah.

Bye.

Good luck.

Bye.

Need help with your homicide?

No, Sara's going to 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, pd 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 the other day

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 sics child services on me.

I never expected they were going to talk to my friends.

Well, what did they ask?

What did you say?

Well, I...

Hello?

Hi.

Sir, we're with the las Vegas crime lab.

We're here about a Paul Sorenson.

I'm Richard zeigler. The cops told me you were coming.

Here, please, come in.

Thank you. Thanks.

Well, this, uh

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 the 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.

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

but the door was open.

Why don't we dust for prints?

What about

the security alarm?

Somebody disengaged it.

You 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.

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.

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 going to 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.

A very special insect, Dr. Seuss?

A muscid fly-- typical only in urban areas.

But you found her

in the mountains.

Hmm...

How many people have access to your home--

keys and security code?

Just my wife and my two sons and, uh...

My secretary.

Can you get them all here?

They might be able to help us with evidence.

Hey, Catherine

check this out.

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.

I mean, 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?

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 woman 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 going to 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.

You didn't think to notify the police?

I keep my personal business private.

If kaye had left me again, i wasn't going

to broadcast it.

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.

Uh-huh.

Mr. Shelton...

Did your wife drive race cars?

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.

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.

We're going to investigate your apartment.

Do we need a warrant or are you going to 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 wife missing. 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?

No, they just slim-jimmed.

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

Big surprise.

Yeah.

No, I didn't touch a thing.

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?

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.

Well, we can get a warrant.

Oh, no, nobody's

getting a warrant against this family.

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

Thank you, sir.

See?

Mm-hmm, we got a match.

Let me see...

Jason?

What?

Earprint talking.

Why would you steal from me?

Sir, are you going to want to press charges?

No, no, no, no.

God, no, no, I 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?

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.

Looks like your gun's just been cleaned.

Yeah, I, uh, cleaned it before I left town.

Took out the garbage, too.

Does that make me guilty of something?

No bullets missing here.

Bullets are missing here, though.

I fired them at the shooting range last month.

I go there with a couple guys from work.

We're going to need

to borrow your bullets.

This back door lead to your car?

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, bitch!

Touch me again, draw back a stump!

Look at her. Sara!

Can't you control her? Get him out of here, Jim.

- Come on. - You don't know a handful!

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.

Thank you.

Hey. 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...!

Keep walking.

Give me an evidence tag for this painting.

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.

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

I know.

You know what?

I've got to be somewhere.

Court.

Yeah, right.

Can you handle this from here?

Yeah.

Cool. I'll see you later.

Hey, warrick.

Are you going to 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?

The neighbor puts him in the apartment five days ago.

You tell me she's been dead five days

and a jury is going to jump

all over that coincidence.

The post-mortem 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?"

This is good.

Admitting to prior abuse

to cover up actual murder.

My client and I are leaving.

And Mr. Grissom, thank you.

Hey, tough luck about the, uh, 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.

Hey, 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?

Sara?

Sara?

Are you okay?

Fine. Yeah.

Did you sleep here?

I was working till 4:00 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 want to know?

This painting's a forgery?

Where does it say that?

I was reading up on Sorenson, and I found a site that says

that 15% 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.

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.

Flip the lights.

Mm-hmm.

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 to this?

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 phenothaline, please.

You're checking

for blood?

Well...

I am checking...

To see why someone scrubbed this carpet so clean.

If there is blood present...

...we'll know why.

It looks like our missing person might be a homicide.

Right.

Hey.

Did you find out anything about warrick?

Um... I'm-I'm here about something else.

You... you know how you say, "we're the victim's last voice"?

Mm-hmm.

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 want to 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.

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 have 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.

Well, 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?

Got to be a pig.

Interestingly, they're the most like humans.

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

You're on your own, pal.

Thanks.

How's the case going?

Hey.

Dead end. How about you?

Just got a hit

on one of our missing lady's credit cards.

A motel.

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.

Are you sheryl applegate?

Man: Oh, whoa, man!

Ow! Oh, what's going on here?

Michael, shut up!

Las Vegas police.

Your husband reported you missing.

Can she put that gun away?

You, uh, you haven't been abducted

have you, Mrs. applegate?

Not really.

We found evidence of blood in your car.

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

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

Wait!

What are you going to tell my husband?

That you're okay.

You're going to 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.

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.

You know...

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...

Oh, oh, good, you brought it.

Yes.

Come in. Thank you.

That's a 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.

My god, my-my... My Sorenson's a forgery?

Wait, I have ten million dollars'

worth of forgeries?

No, sir.

The police recovered your originals

in Jason's dorm room today.

What?

I don't even know you.

What, did you have an art major

do your fakes for you, Jason?

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 with the copies.

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.

If the hook hadn't dislodged from your Sorenson

you would have spent the rest of your life

admiring a fake.

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.

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.

That body should be up

in a few minutes, Mr. Grissom.

Thank you, David.

You know, 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.

Sung t'su, 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 they 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 a 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?

You gave her a bath, huh?

Routine cleaning.

We had to do it sometime.

Doc, what's this

blue mark here?

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.

You're gonna leave me, is that what you think?!

No, Scott, no!

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

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

You did very good.

But this is 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 got to be

easier than bugs.

Less Latin.

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.