A/N: Thanks to spunkysquared for her skills as a beta. And thanks for all your kind reviews.


Chapter 2

The doors of the autopsy bay were flung inwards as Grissom forcefully made his way into the room. Inside he found Doc Robbins conducting his external exam of the DB from the woods, Brian Oliver. David, Robbins trusty sidekick, was standing nearby recording the Doctor's observations on a clipboard.

Grissom's long stride ate up the ground between the door and the autopsy table. "What have you got?"

Robbins was astonished. "What have I got? Almost nothing. The body just got here. I haven't even cut into him yet!"

Grissom glared at his watch and flexed his jaw, obviously ill tempered. "What do you have?" Grissom bit off.

The good doctor tilted his head in puzzlement as he looked at Grissom. "Well, based on lividity and liver temp, I'd place time of death about nine or ten hours ago. Other than the bullet hole in his chest, there doesn't seem to be any other overt signs of trauma."

"That's it? That's all?"

"For now. Gil, give me at least a few more hours, then I should be able to tell you something more concrete."

Grissom sighed, obviously frustrated at having to wait for answers. "Alright. How about his clothes?"

"That I can give you. They're bagged, tagged, and by the door."

With a sharp, short nod of his head, Grissom turned and walked briskly to the door. He grabbed the bagged clothes and quickly signed the release form before continuing on out the door.

Doctor Robbins gazed thoughtfully at the door Grissom had just disappeared through. "I wonder what's eating him?"

David briefly looked up from his clipboard and said, "Sara asked Captain Brass over to dinner at her place tomorrow night."

Doc Robbins nodded his head before turning his attention back to the dead man. "Yeah, that would do it."