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"What's the clerk's name?" Nick asked Grissom.
"How should I know?" he responded. "I only asked for the important stuff."
"Check this out, Las Vegas CSIs!" Speedle was standing in front of a mirrored wall. "I don't have a reflection!" He looked freaked out but also seemed to think it was pretty cool.
Greg adjusted the swami hat he had on and looked jealous. "Grissom, why do I have to have a man in the mirror that follows me around when he doesn't?"
"Because Speedle needs a friend." Calleigh answered for Grissom.
"You all need friends. You guys don't have any 'cause you're spazzes." Nick commented.
Calleigh gasped. "We are NOT spazzy!"
"Are too!" Nick persisted.
"Spazzier than spazberries!" Greg said.
"WE'RE NOT SPAZZES!" Delko's body convulsed.
Grissom walked in. "I have new evidence."
"Excellent!" Speedle and Delko both broke into rapid air guitar solos.
"This case is more complicated than Lindsay's night table a week after she ran out of her medicine…" Catherine said staring at the case file.
"I'm not going to ask you to explain that comment," Grissom replied.
"I mean, how could this guy lose his face and end up in the women's bathroom?"
"Maybe he angered someone with a blowtorch."
"Well, you interviewed one of the suspects, his girlfriend. What did she say?"
"She said she'll be laughing her head off when he's burning in hell."
"Well…then she's a big suspect, I guess…what else?" Grissom looked interested now.
"She said she wished she had murdered him herself, but she didn't. She had an alibi. She said she was cheating on him with eight celebrities; the nine of them were all in a room together…"
"Doing what?"
"Playing video games,"
"How is that cheating on him?" Grissom was puzzled.
Catherine shrugged. "It was a good alibi…very original, however, very unbelievable…but she said good luck proving it wrong. The celebrities are not easily contacted…"
"What do you mean?"
"One was Rodney Dangerfield."
"That's too bad. What else?"
"I found a strange hair on her clothing."
"That's exactly what we're always looking for. And?"
"It was his. It was strange because it was armpit hair. He dyes the hair on his head."
Grissom looked thoughtful. "How does one's armpit hair end up on the outside of one's shirt?"
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