Scene #19 with a twist

Greg's sitting at his lab table, listening to his blaring rock music, and of course, he's working. Grissom and Nick walk in and Grissom turns the music off.

"I just got a page from James Watson," Grissom states, looking at Greg expectantly.

"And I got one from Francis Crick," Nick adds, "What's going on, Greg?"

Greg looks to the report and then up at the two, "Well as you know... Watson and Crick are the grand-daddies of DNA. Without them, I'd have nothing to do all day." He winks discreetly at Nick, who blushes and clears his throat.

"What have you been doing all day?" He asks, trying to ignore the wink.

"Tox report for you D.B., Miss Pretty in Pink. She died of carbon monoxide poisoning. Blood saturation level of 46.2. No surprise there. Nicotine levels are high -- she was a smoker. And she popped a couple of sleeping pills that night."

"Nothing probative," Grissom comments, shaking his head.

Greg nods, acknowledging the statement, but he's not done yet. "What if I told you that Mr. Arnz had a carbon monoxide blood saturation level of 37 -- nearly 10 lower than his wife. "

"Mrs. Arnz was a smoker. Typically, a smoker's blood is already 10 saturated with C.O.," Grissom counters.

"You mean smokers get a jump start on the poisoning process? Could explain the 10 difference. It could also explain why he lived and she died," Nick finally chimes in.

Greg nods once more, but still, he has more. "Nice theory, but what if I told you that Mr. Arnz had high nicotine levels as well."

"They were both smokers," Nick concludes.

"That still doesn't explain why one lived and one died," Grissom states, a little bit obviously.

"Well, I don't know if this is going to help, but the sleeping pills are zolpidem. Prescription only. I thought I'd save you some time, talked to Lockwood. She didn't have a prescription, but her husband does," Greg tells them.

"Thanks Greg," Grissom nods and turns to leave, Nick behind him. But before Nick leaves, he turns the music player back on and smirks at Greg.

"Gotta text from the hooker from Mandalay Bay, too. You're getting a little less creative with those identities, Greggo," Nick teased before leaving.

Greg grinned and went back to work. They'll talk more about this... later.