Grissom, Nick, and Sara arrived back up in the master suite of the Vargas home. Sara began photographing the layout of the room and the placement of the body.

Grissom contemplated the scene for a moment. "Nick, I want you to dust for prints. Once Al comes and removes the body I want you to concentrate on the closet. We need to see if there is anything on the premises that might have caused the ligature marks on the vic's neck. Sara, when you're done with the preliminary photos, I want you to process the bathroom. The housekeeper said she'd finished about half of it before she noticed the door was open."

"Grissom, what are you going to do?" Sara asked curiously.

He looked up at her with a look that finally realized he'd not let anyone else in on his thoughts and simply stated, "I'm going with the body."

Nick and Sara exchanged a wordless glance and got to work.

Al Robbins, the Clark County coroner assigned to night shift arrived on the scene a short time later. After a preliminary observation of the body, which included noting the ligature marks, petechial hemorrhaging of the eyes, and cyanosis around the lips, they thought that strangulation was the most likely means of death, asphyxiation being the most likely cause.

After Al had removed the body, Grissom left. Nick had turned the bedroom lights out and pulled out the ALS to check for body fluids. Nick studied the carpet where Isabel Vargas had lay. "She didn't die in the closet. No body fluids on the carpet. If she'd been strangled in the closet, we'd find some residue beneath the body indicating lost bladder function as she lost consciousness."

Sara had returned to the bedroom to take photos as the body was removed. "So someone dumped her in the closet."

Nick looked at her and replied, "Looks that way. Question is, where was she killed?"

Sara thought for a moment, "Since she was still wearing pajamas, I think the most like place to start is in here. Maybe she was surprised in the bathroom."

Nick raised an eyebrow, "Did you find anything in there to suggest that?"

Sara replied with a half smile, "Not yet. The housekeeper was in the middle of cleaning when she noticed the door ajar. I'm going to pull the drains and see what I can find in there."

Sara walked back into the bathroom to continue processing it. Nick continued searching the room with the ALS. Not finding anything other than what one might expect to find in the bedroom of a happily married couple, he turned the ALS off and turned the lights back on to begin bagging the bedding for processing on the off chance there was foreign DNA in the mix. He then turned his attention to the closet, checking for anything that looked out of place in amongst the designer label clothes. He began bagging each article of clothing, hoping that it might yield some clue upon closer inspection in the lab. In the back of the closet on the floor lay a gold necklace. The chain was really three strands braided together to form a single one. The clasp was broken.

Nick called out to Sara in his Texas drawl, "Sara! I think I've got something here."

Sara emerged from the bathroom, camera in hand. She saw where Nick was pointing to the floor of the closet and leaned in to take photos before Nick bagged the evidence. She looked over at him as they both crouched down in the closet. "Do you think this caused the ligature marks on the vic's neck?"

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he looked back at her, "I think it is certainly a likely suspect."

Sara looked over at the pile of clothing that Nick had bagged to take back to the lab. She raised an eyebrow and smirked at him, "I never knew you were that much of a clothes horse, Stokes."

Nick whose usual attire was something out of The Gap rolled his eyes at Sara's comment, "They're not really my style, Sara," and then winked, "I usually prefer shorter skirts."

Sara's jaw dropped momentarily and then she started laughing. She laughed so hard she fell backward from her crouched position onto the floor. Nick turned to try and help her back up, but when he did she sat up and their foreheads connected with a thud knocking Nick off balance and onto his back.

Nick lay there holding his forehead, "Nice going, Sidle. Your head's harder than a brick wall."

Sara also held her forehead tried to glare at Nick through her hand, "Look who's talking, Stokes. Yours is made of steel."

"I was just trying to be a gentleman. But it's nice to know you think I'm Superman." Nick continued to lay on the carpet.

"Excuse me?" Sara asked somewhat puzzled.

"I was going to help you up when our heads collided." Nick replied letting out a sigh.

Sara tried to stifle a grin, "I meant, never mind."

Nick lifted his head from the carpet still holding his forehead. "Never mind what?"

"We look a whole lot more like Laurel and Hardy right now than Superman and Lois Lane." Sara started to chuckle.

Nick sat all the way up, wincing slightly, "Yeah, I guess you're right." He smiled and removed his hand from his forehead, wincing again.

Sara looked at him with some concern etched on her face, "Hey, Nick?"

"Yeah?" Nick replied looking up at her.

She reached over and touched his forehead causing him to wince again, "Uh, you have a knot on your forehead."

Nick noticed that Sara's now exposed forehead seemed to be sporting a similar mark and pointed, "Uh, Sara, I think you have one too."

They looked at each other and started laughing momentarily until the pain in their foreheads caused them to wince again.

Sara stood up and offered Nick her hand, "We're never going to live this one down, Stokes."

Nick looked at Sara's hand and thought for a moment whether or not he should let her help him since that was how they arrived in the predicament in the first place. She gave him an inpatient look and he took her hand and let her help him up.

Nick surveyed the room, "So, are we done here for now?"

Sara looked at him and replied, "Yeah, I was just finishing up in the bathroom when you found the necklace. Let me pack up my kit and we can get one of the uniforms to help us haul the evidence down to the Tahoe."

"Ok." Nick replied feeling a bit woozy.

In a short order, they had the Tahoe packed up and they were heading back to the lab to log the evidence in.

Grissom had observed the preliminary evaluation of the vic by the coroner. She was being prepped for autopsy and Grissom was on his way to page Nick and Sara. As he walked past the break room he noticed Nick laying on the couch on the far wall. As he entered he noticed Sara laying on the couch opposite the one Nick lay on. Upon closer inspection, he noticed they both held ice packs on their foreheads.

With a curious look of concern he asked, "Nick. Sara. I thought you were processing the scene. What happened?"

Nick opened his eyes and raised his head slightly, wincing, "Sara gave me a concussion."

Without moving or opening her eyes, Sara interjected, "Hey, you gave me one too, Stokes."

Grissom tried to suppress a smirk, "Are you ok?"

"Other than looking like something out of a Laurel and Hardy movie, I'm sure we'll both be fine." Nick replied letting out a sigh.

Grissom tried to suppress a chuckle, "Ok. Now does anyone want to tell me about the scene?"

"We were just wrapping up when I collided with Superman over there. It's all logged into evidence." Sara still had not opened her eyes.

"Yeah, we found a necklace with a broken clasp that's a candidate for your ligature marks, Gris." Nick added.

"Thanks, good work." Grissom responded. "I'll just let you two rest for a while."

Nick raised a hand and waved without looking.

Grissom retreated to his office where he shut the door and laughed at the image forming in his mind of Nick and Sara colliding.