"C.O.D?"

"Asphyxiation. Note the petechial haemorrhaging in the eyes and the lividity around the ligature marks on the neck. This victim was definitely strangled!"

Grissom listened intensively as Doc Robbins reported his findings on the young brunette's dead body.

"I've just sent a SART kit to Greg, although there was no sign of a rape or even a struggle. This girl was just an easy kill."

"Or in the wrong place at the wrong time," Grissom corrected.

"Well we'll know soon enough," Doc agreed – nodding his head slightly while placing his scalpel back onto the metal tray which made a small 'clink' when the tool hide the surface.

"So did you…."

"Tox screen's back!" David Phillips shyly walked into the dark autopsy room. Aware of the fact that he'd just interrupted Grissom, he noted to himself NEVER to speak before he was fully in a room again.

Grissom didn't seem too annoyed though and give David a soft but hardly noticeable smile, as he gave the tox screen report over to Robbins.

"Alcohol level 0.4 definitely not enough to incapacitate her!" Robbins stated, sounded quite disappointed in this information and gave a heavy sign.

"Well that rules out my theory" Grissom said either trying to lighten the mood and not really succeeding. Or he was actually trying to come to the terms that he himself was back to square one – with a young Jane Doe on the table with no motive or means for her killing.

"So where does…."

Grissom was rudely interrupted for the second time that afternoon by the double autopsy doors flying open making all three men jump simultaneously. Greg Sanders came bounding into the room showing no respect for the poor dead woman lying on the table, only half covered by a white sheet.

"Hey Grissom, Grissom." Greg stopped in his tracks, as he slowly looked down on the table suddenly noticing for the first time the brunette lying cold, blue and stiff.

All eyes were now on a silent Greg.

But it was Grissom who broke the silence.

"Greg do you have a question for me or can it wait? We're sort of in the middle of something here." Grissom spoke very softly as if he was talking to a child due to the fact that Greg's eyes were wide and fearful at being so close to the dead body.

"No it can't!" A fully composed Greg nearly shouted standing up perfectly straight now, but still with a hint of mischief in his dark chocolate-brown eyes. A small smile playing on his lips.

"Ok….and you question is?" Asked Grissom slowly but thoughtfully.

"What's you favourite Disney movie?" Greg asked innocently enough.

"Excuse me?"

But it was Doc Robbins who spoke first, "Well mine was Mary Poppins, (giving a small laugh) I use to know all the dialogue off by heart."

"Really?" David asked quite shocked, "Mary Poppins? Mine was Robin Hood – it was so funny as a child."

All eyes were now on David at his strange and surprising outburst considering he was usually to quiet, shy type who rarely offered advice or an opinion.

"O…k…a…y!" Greg said slowly before smacking his hands together and recovered to speaking at a normal speed, "Well that's everyone apart from Grissom's."

Greg was clearly not hiding his anticipation very well.

There was a long pause of silence in the autopsy room.

Grissom sighed clearly understanding there was no way he was getting out of this one, "The Jungle Book" he finally said, keeping a very impressive matter-of-fact tone.

"Thank you! That's all I needed to know."

And as quick as possible, Greg turned oh his heels and sprinted out of the room, leaving all three men to stare at the spot that Greg had previously occupied.

Robbins shook his head, "Strange kid."

"Yeah!" Grissom replied with a hint of a laugh.

"Hey! He didn't tell us what his favourite Disney movie was." Super Dave said leading all of them into their own thoughts for a second before simultaneously looking up as if expecting Greg to come leaping back through those stainless steel doors with his answer.

But he never returned. He was too busy scouring the corridors for his next victim!