'What's up, Watson?'

'Sara!' cried Greg, waving at her excitedly. 'Or should that be Sherlock?'

Hodges looked up from his microscope and snorted in disgust. 'You know Sara, I thought better of you. I mean, infantile behavior like that is precisely what I'd expect from Sanders here, but you – I thought you were beyond all that.'

Well, Hodges,' said Sara, smiling, 'I think humor has its place in the workplace, provided it doesn't interfere with how well we do our work. Obviously you must be a model of efficiency, so of course you have my results from the Marshall case ready?'

'Um… well,' replied the technician, uncomfortable all of a sudden, 'as I was explaining to Sanders before you arrived, I've been getting a lot of stuff from Grissom the last couple of days, and then Catherine came in earlier with this fiber that she said should take priority over…'

'I get the picture,' interrupted Sara. 'So… when do you think I can have my results? Anytime this shift?'

'Give me an hour. I'll have them ready for you then, I promise.'

'I hope so. Come on, Greg; we don't want to distract Hodges, now do we?'

'Absolutely not.'

'I'm disappointed, Greg,' teased Sara as they exited Hodges' room. 'You send me a message like that, get me all excited, and then I turn up and you don't have anything for me? That's…' she began, folding her arms, 'that's just not fair.'

'Now I only said meet me in trace. I never said that it was about trace, did I?' replied Greg with a rakish grin.

'Okay then. What have you got for me?'

'Come right this way,' he said, catching her elbow and steering her into the print lab.

'Greetings, Ms Franco. This time, you see, I have company.'

Jacqui turned to Sara, an exasperated expression on her face. 'You know, I thought sending him out into the field might make him sober up a little bit. How wrong could I be?'

'It's all the caffeine, I think. And the sugar,' suggested Sara jokingly.

'Hey! I've only had three coffees this shift.'

Jacqui raised an eyebrow, her face filled with skepticism.

'Anyway,' said Sara, 'your friend here lured me in with promises of new information, so what have you got for me?'

'Right. That bag of chips you brought in? Print heaven.' Jacqui led the pair toward the item on her desk before continuing, 'See? A couple of decent partials and a big fat full print.'

'Have you compared them with our vic and his wife?' asked Sara.

'She has,' butted in Greg. 'Guess what? No match.'

'Great. So we can place another person at the scene.'

'But wait!' continued Greg excitedly. 'It gets better.'

'I ran your prints through AFIS,' said Jacqui, handing Sara a slim file, 'and it turns out your mystery man has been a bad boy.'

'Wow… Stuart Chapman – 27 years old, five-year sentence for fraud and identity theft served at Cook County Jail, Illinois,' read Sara. 'Hang on a second... according to this, Chapman was only released last month.'

'So, I hear you cry,' cut in Greg, 'what is he doing three weeks later eating a bag of Doritos in the kitchen of a house in Las Vegas?'

Sara looked up at her partner. 'You read my mind.'