Nick and Grissom met up at the ballistics lab. Nick, still giving paranoid glances wherever he went, looked at Bobby suspiciously.
"What?" Bobby asked.
"It could be you," Nick said ominously.
"I ain't done anything," Bobby said. "Except check out the bullet y'all sent over."
"Don't deny it," Nick said, "and stop stressing your Southern accent like that. I was the ORIGINAL Southern boy around here. You're just a copycat."
"Why can't there be two Southern guys?" Bobby asked, confused. Nick pierced him with a scathing look.
"Don't you know anything?' Nick asked. "Two is not company in Vegas, Bobby, it's a crowd. You can't have two of anything without having tension. Greg and Hodges both had to compete for best lab geek and they hate each other. Grissom and Ecklie were both supervisors and they hated each other. Catherine and Sara were both potential love interests for Grissom, so they hate each other. Are you seeing how this is working?"
"I thought Grissom had three girls," Bobby said.
"Yeah, well, since Catherine and Warrick started making googly eyes at each other in the beginning of this season, the producers had to throw in yet ANOTHER girl to give Sara more strife, as if she needs it. I swear to God, everybody gets angst in this season but me. Where are my cool traumas? Where are my complex love affairs? I'm twenty years younger than Grissom and I still don't get any women! Do you know I haven't had a decent angst episode since The Stalker?"
"Enough, Nick," Grissom said. "The plot needs to move on. Bobby, what did you find out about that bullet?"
"Just whose gun it came from," Bobby said. "I ran a comparison against everybody's in the lab. I found a match."
There was a long, dramatic pause. Finally, Grissom said, "Today, Bobby."
"Hey, I'm trying to have a moment here," Bobby said. "Here's Nick complaining about not having any angst, and I barely get freaking dialogue! I certainly don't get any love interests, drama, or any sort of ambition to go beyond the role of Ballistics Bobby! It's not fair!"
"As fascinating as all of that is, Bobby, I don't really care," Grissom said, and Nick stuck his tongue out at Bobby behind Grissom's back. Bobby heaved a dramatic sigh.
"All right," Bobby said. "This is it. The bullet that killed Ecklie came from-"
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