Greg hangs up the phone, still feeling intimidated. He looks up to Grissom and Catherine, unsure. They smile at him slighty..

"Are you sure you want me to do this? I'm not sure if I can fit in with someone called Heavy Nutz da Red Snapper.."

Grissom smirks.

"You'll be fine. We'll be nearby, listening in. If you get into any trouble, we'll help you." He pauses and appreciatively says "You're going to help us catch the most notorious gang in Las Vegas, Greg." Greg scoffs.

Yeah, as bait..

"Fine."

Catherine and Grissom grin at each other.

"Thank you, Greg."

"Yeah, yeah." He rolls his eyes. Grissom pulls out his cell phone and calls Warrick to ask him to fit Greg with a wire. He hangs up and turns back to Greg.

"Go to the DNA lab. Warrick's waiting for you." Greg nods and leaves the room, closing the door behind him. As he walks to the DNA lab, he sees Warrick happily pulling out the wire. He enters and smiles halfheartedly. Without even looking up from what he's doing, Warrick tells him to take off his shirt. Greg sighs.

More strip forensics? Sheesh.

Though reluctant, he pulls his Sex Pistols shirt over his head and walks closer to the table where Warrick is working.

"So, why can't you be the bait?" he asks bitterly.

"I'm working a triple homicide, Greg. I'm busy."

Greg raises his eyebrow suspiciously.

"And I'm not?"

Warrick gives him a look.

"Shut up and make like a scarecrow."