"Hey, Archie, could you keep an eye on Billy for awhile?" Nick asked.

"What?" Archie's eyes widened and his eyebrows nearly met his hairline as he took in the sight of Nick and the baby goat.

"Hey, man, everybody is out on a case. I got a call about a mugging and attempted robbery down on the strip. I can't show up with a goat!" Nick pleaded.

"Okay, I suppose, but you owe me, big time." Archie replied with a great deal of reservation. Nick handed him the rope that kept the little goat tethered.

"Great!" Nick enthused. He turned in the doorway and instructed. "There's a baby bottle in the break room fridge with a sticky that says 'Billy', warm it up a little, and feed it to him in two hours. Look, you gotta keep a close eye on him 'cause he gets into things. And, take him outside for a walk every hour or so, so you don't have messes to clean up." Nick fled down the hall before Archie could change his mind.

"Geez, what have I got myself into?" Archie muttered to himself as he peered at Billy. He and the goat engaged in a mild stare down contest. Finally, Billy decided he was entirely tuckered out. He folded his little front legs and plopped down on the floor beside Archie's stool. He curled up, tucked his tiny nose into the space between his hind legs and let out a heavy sigh. One ear twitched a couple times. After a few minutes, he was fast asleep, dreaming baby goat dreams.

"Wow!" Archie exclaimed. He carefully set the alarm on his watch to go off in two hours. Surely, he needn't walk the goat if it was asleep. He decided he would take it for a little walk then feed it. "Piece a cake." He thought as he dropped the rope to the floor beside the goat.

The alarm went off two hours later; however, he noticed that Billy was still fast asleep. Archie had several reports to deliver and it was getting close to end of shift. A little more time wouldn't matter, so he headed off to deliver reports. It wouldn't take long.

When he returned, Billy was gone! He was just about to begin a frantic search of the lab when he heard Grissom exclaim. "You little Bastard!" "Oh, no!" Archie thought. Then Grissom shouted out. "Nick!"

Archie, Greg and Catherine skidded to a halt at Grissom's door. Grissom was just inside and Billy was standing on his desk munching on his new Port- A-Bug ventilated Bug Habitat. He had chewed the webbed nylon handle completely off. Files, paperwork and other items from Grissom's desk were strewn haphazardly on the floor around his desk. Grissom approached his desk and glared balefully at Billy. The little goat strolled forward and began rubbing his head against Grissom's belly. Grissom looked down, closed his eyes and clenched his fists. Catherine knew he was counting to ten. She took the opportunity to slip in and gather the goat in her arms. Grissom opened one eye and cast a scowl in her direction.

"Better get you outa here, baby." She whispered to Billy and headed for the door. She handed the goat over to Greg and told him and Archie. "Hide, now!" They were off in a flurry of lab coat tails and alarmed goat bleats.