"Hey, what's with the goat, Nicky?" Sara Sidle inquired having just arrived at the scene and observing his latest acquisition.

"You don't wanna know." Nick groaned. Catherine had located a length of rope and fashioned a makeshift halter around the kid's head. It was easier to restrain him. However, he periodically began nibbling on a knee-high fold in Nick's pants when not being carefully monitored.

"Gris and the attack of the Killer Baby Goat!" Warrick tossed out with a chortle. "This'll go down in the annals of CSI history."

"I think that goat really got his goat." Brass added, grinning at his pun. He then proceeded to fill Sara in on what they knew so far. Elderly neighbor called the police after hearing strange noises and thought the house was being burglarized. The officers responding found the back door ajar, apparently forced. They also saw bodies in one of the upstairs rooms covered in blood. Grissom was performing the initial walk through when the 'guard goat' attacked him.

Catherine was busy interviewing the neighbor who had called in the disturbance. "I heard strange noises over there. I didn't know they had another goat." The neighbor referred to the kid in Nick's possession.

"Do they have goats often?" Catherine inquired.

"Once in a while they get a goat and have it for a couple of weeks. Although, it's usually not one as young as that, then they have a big barbecue, and afterward, the goat is gone." The elderly lady responded, then added. "I'm always glad when the goat is gone. They're noisy and smelly; but I do feel kinda sorry for the poor things."

Catherine thanked the lady then returned to the group to inform them. "Apparently these folks have goat barbecues. Weird, Huh?"

"Oh, I don't know. My upstairs neighbor pees off the balcony." Sara rejoined.

"Really?" Catherine responded.

"Yep, he's a goat roper." Sara giggled out, unable to resist joining in on the pun fun by employing the term one of the lab techs used for 'pseudo cowboy'.

"How did you discover his, ah, elimination habits?" Catherine asked, suppressing her own giggle.

"A couple of weeks ago I was doing laundry. The washer and dryer are in a little storage room on the side of the balcony in my apartment complex. I was folding some clothes when he stumbled out on the balcony and proceeded to pee." Sara replied. She did not add that he had missed the car parked below by a good two feet which she assumed was his intended target. However, she was careful not to park her car directly in front of the balcony from then on in fear he might have fellow balcony pissers for friends who were better equipped.

A short time later, Grissom came out of the house with a look of disgust plastered on his features. "The bodies are mannequins. The blood is red paint." He said and held up a paint can, which he had found overturned. "I think the place was burglarized but I believe the perpetrator of the 'murder' is him." He indicated the goat. He knelt down in front of the goat and lifted one of his legs to examine the hoof expecting to find red paint traces. Unfortunately, this placed his ear back in the proximity of the goat's mouth. The goat latched on to his ear. He ended up on his ass in his attempt to fend off the goat. He let out a string of expletives any sailor would have been proud of as Nick dragged the goat away.

"That goat really likes your ear, Gris. Anything you care to share with us?" Brass said between chuckles. Grissom glared at him from his seated position on the driveway. He found his hanky and for the second time in one night cleaned goat saliva off his ear. He stood up, brushed off and attempted to regain his composure.

"Okay. I think Catherine and Nick can handle this one. Warrick and Sara, you have a homicide in Henderson, convenience store robbery that ended in a shoot out." He handed Sara the slip of paper and looked at them all expectantly. When no one moved, he added. "Nicky, get rid of that goat!" He stalked toward his Denali.

"What're you gonna do?" Catherine questioned his retreating form still giggling.

"Wash the goat spit off my ear." He grumbled under his breath and made his escape.