"So, what do we have O'Reily?" Sara asked as she entered dressing room of the Hilton.

"Tina LaCross, twenty-four of Las Vegas. One of her fellow dancers found her here, lying on the floor." O'Reily said as he checked his note book.

"She's been strangled." Sara said snapping picture of the corpse. "Ligature marks on her neck. The way the marks are impressed into the body, looks like a rope, maybe." She snapped a few more pictures. "No signs of forced entry, the suspect either walked right in or was let in."

"There's a key pad on the door." O'Reily pointed out as he pointed to the outside of the door.

"So there is." Sara said smugishly. "Now my theory changes. The person who killed this girl, was either let in, or..." Sara trailed off.

"Or works here." O'Reily added.



"Hey Jenn!" Nick said as he walked down the hallway towards the nursery. "I don't know what kinda of diapers Emily needs, so I bought one of every kind in her size." Nick said as he opened the door. "Whoa!" Nick said caught off guard by Jennifer breast feeding their daughter. "Shoulda knocked." Nick blushed as he put the arm full of diapers down on the ground next to the crib.

"Oh come on Nick." Jennifer laughed. "It's not like you haven't seen them." She commented as she turned her attention back to their daughter who was half asleep while feeding.

"I was just, caught off guard. That's all." He smirked. "Did you know there are ten kinds of diapers at the store. Different styles, different makes, different Sesame Street patterns on them. It took me forever, so I gave up and bought them all. So we're stalked up for a while, until the next diaper run." He paused. "We do have enough diapers, don't we?"

"We should be good for two or three weeks." Jennifer said as Emily let go.

"Two or three weeks?" Nick exclaimed. "How many diapers can one little baby go through?"

"Why don't you call your mom and ask how many you went through?" Jennifer laughed as she placed Emily's head on her shoulder and began to gently pat her back. "Babies go through at least ten diapers a day. Maybe even more. We'll just have to find out, won't we dear?" She smiled.

"Did I forget to mention how expensive they are?" Nick said as he gently stroked Emily's bald little head as Emily stretched with all her might. "Getting all the kinks out, aren't you?" He sighed. "Well you stretch all you want. You've been cramped up in a small little place for such a long time, you do all the stretching you want." He smiled as he kissed her head. "I don't feel like cooking dinner tonight, would you like take out?" Nick asked.

"Sure." Jennifer said as she rocked slowly back and forth. "What did you have in mind?"

"Pizza, Italian, Chinese." Nick threw off some ideas.

"Oh..." Jennifer moaned. "Pizza. I haven't had that in a long time." She said. "Now I can finally have pizza."

"Will that be three or four pizza?" Nick snickered as Jennifer chucked a pillow at him. "Okay, okay. No need to get violent." He laughed. "Usual toppings? Or do you still have those wacky cravings?" He eyed her carefully.

"The usual. And you can rest easily Mr. Stokes. Those cravings are gone. But, I would like some pickles and ice cream." She grinned wildly.

"Are you serious?" Nick asked.

"No. Just kidding. I'll be out once I put Emily down." She smiled as Nick left and headed for the living room.



"Damn." Warick said as he walked over to Brass. "I thought I was able to munch on something while canvassing the crime scene." He laughed. "But I see all the ice cream melted."

"What a shame." Brass said in his dry humor which was always amusing. Warrick Brown, meet Carl Spencer."

"Why does that name sound familiar?" Warrick said as he got closer to the stiff body.

"That's because Las Vegas PD has been looking for him. He's wanted for the big casino heist that took place last year." Brass informed the CSI.

"Well, his luck just ran out. Because we found him. And now, you've got a problem." Warrick said examining the area around Mr. Spencer.

"What's that?" Brass asked.

"He's dead, and you can't arrest dead people."