"The Second Corpse"

After the commercial break including ads for Viagra, Trojan condoms, anti-depressants with several physical side affects but NO sexual side effects, and Cheerios, everybody was back in the lab. The lab once again looked like a lab and not like a huge mud pit.

Catherine and Sara were also clean once again and back in their normal clothes (ie, Sara was dressed normally for a woman CSI, and Catherine was wearing pants and a top specifically designed to show off her cleavage). Greg had thought there should definitely be a scene where he and the girls took a long shower together, spraying each other with bubbles and other such R rated fun, but both girls denied. "After all," Catherine said. "This is an important story. We're trying to be realistic here."

Greg had sulked but relented, as long as he got to keep the nifty pinstriped suit. He paced importantly in it now as the others stood around, watching him.

"We know Ecklie was killed," Greg said, rubbing his hands together, "and we know everybody was happy about it. We also know that later tonight we're having a post Ecklie's death party at my apartment, celebrating this lifelong dream of ours."

Everybody cheered and then got back down to business.

"The fingerprint was Sara's," Catherine said, thinking back over the evidence. "This leaves us with three options: a) Sara wasn't wearing gloves-"

"I was too!"

"B) She's the murderer, or C) Somebody else is planting evidence." Catherine looked around the room. "Any ideas?"

"Maybe it's Paul Milander," Brass said.

"Jim, he's DEAD," Grissom said. "Really, Milander's not the only guy in the world who knows how to plant fingerprints. I doubt he could come back to life just to kill Ecklie."

Brass shrugged. "Didn't I already explain last chapter how anything is possible?"

"We also found a blonde hair in Ecklie's office," Warrick said, ignoring this. "DNA isn't done with comparisons yet."

"If the hair is the killer's, than the suspects is narrowed down to Sofia, Catherine, and Greg," Nick said.

"I hope it's Sofia," Sara muttered.

"Yeah, but then Sofia would have done a good and noble thing," Warrick said. "Could you hate her as much after she bumped off Ecklie for us?"

Sara looked at Grissom. "Yes," she said flatly.

Grissom winced. "We also have the 'mysterious' note," he added. "We have no idea who wrote that. In fact, the blonde hair could be the hair of the note writer and not necessarily that of the killer."

"Hmmm," everybody said together and stroked their chins speculatively.

"And finally," Grissom said, "we have the bullet retrieved from Ecklie's brain."

"Oooh," everybody said and leaned forward.

"Bobby has analyzed the bullet and compared its striations to the bullets from all of our own guns," Grissom said. "He found a match."

Everybody went absolutely still, watching Grissom as he smirked at them his mouth shut. This went on for a few minutes until the team eventually grew annoyed with this and declared that they would hold all of Grissom's bugs hostage until he stopped playing Mr. Enigmatic and just told them what they wanted to know.

"All right," Grissom said. "The bullet came from-"

Archie burst into the room. "Hey," he said. "Sorry to interrupt at this perfectly inconvenient moment for you, but there's been ANOTHER MURDER!"

Everybody gasped. "Sofia!" Sara guessed hopefully.

"The Sheriff?" asked Catherine.

"The OLD sheriff," Warrick said. "Mobley was way more annoying than this new guy we got."

"Agreed," Catherine said and turned to Archie. "So was it him?"

"Nope," Archie said. "It's Hodges!"

Everybody cheered.