Disclaimer: The usual, don't own CSI: Miami, the characters, settings, etc ... . Just borrowing Horatio and Frank to let off some steam from the Super Bowl. I also don't own the "blonde entertainer" (thankfully).
The blonde entertainer stepped off her private jet in Miami, thankful to be out of the freezing weather of Texas. A short distance away, she spotted what appeared to be a mix of uniformed and plain clothes police staring at her. Assuming they were her escort to her hotel, she walked right up to them.
She introduced herself to the red haired man wearing sunglasses since he looked like the supervising officer. Instead of shaking her proffered hand, he said, "I'm Lieutenant Horatio Caine of the Miami Dade Crime Lab and the FBI has asked us to detain you for murder."
"Murder!" the blonde exclaimed. "Hello! I only just arrived here. How could I have killed anyone, not that I ever did?"
An older bald man answered that question. "C'mon, we all saw it on TV last night. I've seen some sickening scenes in my time, but that took the cake."
"But - but that was an accident," she whined. "I didn't mean to kill it. I just forgot what I was supposed to do." She pouted as the bald man handcuffed her.
Lieutenant Caine placed his hands on his hips. "Ma'am, you are under arrest for the murder of the US National Anthem. You have the right to remain silent. For our sanity, please take advantage of it. …"
As the lieutenant continued stating her rights, the blonde entertainer was led away, never to destroy another sacrosanct song ever again.
The End