Cathy was choosing some ice cream with her daughter. Grissom was in the cerial aisle reading the back of a "Life" box while Sara was in the aisle behind him looking through the items at Grissom with her jaw droped and a line of drool dripping off her chin onto the shelf when Grissoms eyes widened with horor,"My god! This cerial has no suger, therefore David Huchlim was innocent!"
Nick walked up beside Grissom and put his hand on his shoulder,"Grissom, he went to the char a week ago".
A gun shot broke the awkward silence and a voice came over the P.A. system,"C.S.I. to cash nine, C.S.I. to cash nine."
"Who Are You?" started to play over the P.A. Grissom drops the box of "Life" and he and nick begin to run towards the front of the store. With Grissom out of sight of Sara, Sara is out of her hypnotic hold and whipes the drool from her chin and begins to run to cash nine. Cathy grabs her daughter and throws her into the rack of chips and also begins to run. The four of them arrive at at cash nine in their poses to see a teenage boy shot in the back.
They all start to look around for clues when when Cathy desides to phone Warrick on his cell, "Warrick you got to get here now!"
Warrick sighs,"i got 400 on this hand."
Cathy trys to reson with him, "Theres a murrder down here, this is your job and nothing is more importent than your job!"
Warrick replies, "400 is!"
"Get down here now!" Cathy says sturnly.
A few minutes latter Grissom stands up and with a smirk on his face while Sara takes a picture of him for her collection. "Because of the blood on the counter," Grissom said, "the bug on the right side of the body, the look on the body's face, the time of day, and the fact that the corpse is wearing three year old Niki shoes I believe it was him!" he yelled, pointing at the man behind the body with the gun in his hand.
The man then raises the gun to Nick's face and cocks it, and screems, "Every one stay calm and shut up!"
Grissom tilts his head, staring at his lips. "I'm sorry? Could you say that again and this time let me see your lips?"
Warrick barrges through the door and tackles him to the ground and takes the gun from his hand and throws it across the floor.
They all get up and wipe them selfs off, "Good job Warrick."
"Ya but was it worth the 400?" Warrick said in sadness.
Grisom gets up, "Yes. Good job Warrick. Now... we know who... and we know how.. but why?"
The rest of the night shift sighs, "Not this again!"