A/N: Thank you for the reads!

Next chapter up and I do hope it's to everyone's liking (continues research about plastic surgeries and consequences)

Horatio and his team (c) CBS Daikonran and Secondet (c) my sister

3.

Daikonran Kino wanted to be anywhere but the Dade Memorial hospital in that moment. He loathed handling interns, especially those who had the misfortune of being spoiled to the brim. It was his day off as crime scene investigator and he ended up stuck teaching the little ignorants about prostate examination.

Someone please shoot me, I'm begging you!

In his mind, it was the Chief of Medicine's way of getting back due to the unauthorized reversal of a cardiovascular angina procedure or something that tainted the man's reputation. For God's sake, this is a public hospital!

Horatio signed into the visitors list and sprinted towards the Japanese doctor. But before he had a chance, a crowd of blue-scrubbed people ganged up onto Kino; all asking terms that Caine made sure he'd look up when he came back to the lab.

"Welcome to my Hell." Kino said, spotting the lieutenant from the prissy group.

"How's this any different from the lab?" Horatio smirked, realizing now that the attention had shifted all onto him. The CSI had come into the sanitarium in order to get Kino's medical opinion on the subject of his John Doe. Alexx suspected plastic surgery had been done, therefore altering the unknown's identity.

"Why are you here?" a red haired woman, her eyes shielded with thick glasses and two horrendous pigtails chided.

"Keep your granny panties on, Sheila. He's a personal friend of the doctor, so if I hear another peep out of you, you'll head straight into Psych ward and deal with Poncho." Daikonran threatened with a grin on his face. "I heard he has the runs today."

The snobby intern pursed her lips, she wasn't about to change adult diapers that day. Horatio held back a laugh and the irresistible desire to ask who was Poncho; he had serious business to attend to. "Kino, I need you at the lab."

The doctor shrugged. "No can do, Caine. I have to teach the intern swarm over there how to do a prostate exam."

"Is that the only thing you have to do?"

Daikonran scratched his head, rather defeated. "I think so, I already attended today's patient roster, and so I'm on call."

Horatio smiled before patting Kino's shoulders. "Then let me worry about molding their feeble minds."

The doctor leaned back against the nurses' center; he had to see this. The lieutenant was obscurely known among his coworkers for his stubbornness. Caine cleared his throat, successfully catching the interns' attention, and put on a pair of latex gloves. He then made a ring with his left index and thumb, and extending the right index and middle fingers up straight.

"Here comes the choo choo train."

With a slight cock to his head and a proverbial grin, he shoved the two free fingers in the ring, as if simulating a real prostrate exam. After a few seconds of wiggling and invisible touching, he slowly removed the fingers and took off the latex gloves. Both Kino's jaw, along with everyone else's, dropped to the floor.

"Any questions? Or do I have to show you how cops perform anal searches in prison?"

A couple of interns shook their heads, embarrassed that a civilian knew more about medicine than they did. Their heads hanged low while Kino had a good laugh as he signed off. "Ok, whatever it is you need; it must be worth you showing these people up."

Horatio looked at him with a serious tone in his eyes. "How good are you at spotting a surgery?"

Calleigh was already halfway done processing the cigarette butts when she noticed Ryan's fervent pacing. She had been worrying about her coworker's state of mind; he seemed out of it lately. The first day Speedle came back into the force, both Ryan and Boa Vista were shaken at the short length of time it took for him to to simply move up back to his old position. The ballistics experts made a mental note to accompany Wolfe to lunch in order to get some answers and try to set his mind at ease. But now she had remaining stubble to finish up.

To start off; the three cigarette butts were not a common brand but an expensive type found in small boutiques in the trendier part of South Beach named Taverna. With a 24-smoke box ranged around $45, the brand was common to see in, not surprisingly, young hot people with cash.

On the other hand, there were two sets of DNA found in the chemical filters, as Valera later explained to Duquesne. One matched John Doe but the other was an unknown male. By the time displaced, the cigarettes were consumed just an hour prior to death, putting the mystery man in a very uncomfortable position.

Better run him through CODIS just in case…

Horatio still had the mischievous grin on his face as he and Kino entered the hospital. He made a quick stop to Ryan's post and dropped off the CD he had found.

"I want a full report on who this miss Aleshya Barton is and a search on the fingerprint that's on the plastic cover." He ordered while handing the item over.

"Thanks, H." Ryan quietly replied while getting his fingerprint kit ready. Like Calleigh, Caine noticed the change in the younger CSI, suspecting that it might have something to do with Speedle's ascension. He wished no harm on nobody but Tim was eager and willing to go back to a sense of normalcy by returning to work.

"Mr. Wolfe, is there something bothering you?" A quick shake of the head and Ryan went off to process the evidence. Horatio decided to leave it at that and began his way into the morgue with Daikonran.

At the coroner's post, Kino smirked half-heartedly. With his trained medical eyesight, he spotted each surgical incision made on the John Doe like sore thumbs. As a general practitioner, it was part of the job to notice such things in case of an infection or chemical run-off in the bloodstream.

"I can already see 10 procedures."

Horatio looked at him incredulously. Damn that's good! He led the doctor into Alexx's post and slipped on his lab coat. Kino placed a small peck on Secondet's lips to greet him, making Alexx clear her throat. With a mock glare she pointed at the corpse and said,

"We do have company, remember?"

"And you're being a pain in the bum." Kino retorted.

"I like that word, bum. A more refined way to say ass." Dr. Woods then lifted the surgical napkin to show John Doe in his natural state. Daikonran was astounded at the amount of cuts and incisions in the young man's body; he counted 234 in all.

"So, what's the damage?" Horatio asked.

"I see at least a couple of facial implants; chin, cheekbones; breast plate enhancements, even a sculpted six-pack just to name a few. Most of the stuff is centered around the upper part of his torso; lower half's gone to the dogs." Kino proposed while watching intently.

"Do you think we can reverse the processes in order to get a positive ID?" Caine inquired once more, getting a nod as a response.

"It is possible but it is going to take a while. Rigor is starting and the skin must be tensing up." The doctor answered as he grabbed a blue felt tip marker.

"Oh don't worry about keeping us busy." Horatio replied with a humorless smile.

"This was definitely worth you performing that demonstration."

A/N: So how was it? Reviews are welcome