"Hi, everybody!" Kat walked in the lounge, followed by an unfamiliar CSI. "Everybody, this is… is…" Kat paused, puzzled. She turned to the CSI. "What's your name again?"

"It's Keppler." The man answered calmly.

"Good for you!" Kat replied.

Greg looked cheerful at the prospect of a new teammate. "Hi, Kippers! I'm… GREG! Right, GREG!" Greg shook Keppler's hand. "What brings you here?"

"It's Keppler. I'm temporarily replacing Gil Grissom."

"GRISSOM'S GONE?!" Greg stumbled backwards in surprise.

"Hi Keeper…" Nick mumbled. He dropped his head down on the wooden coffee table.

Kat was still eating nervously. She stuffed her face with a jumbo size jar of trail mix. "God, Nick. Raise your head. Show some manners."

"Who's this?!" Warrick asked, appearing out of nowhere.

"Koppel." Kat responded with her mouth full.

"It's Keppler."

"You just keep telling me and eventually I'll remember."

"Who's this?" Speedle asked as he clawed his way up from the floor right in front of Greg.

"This is Keppler," Kat responded thickly through her churros.

"I look forward to working with both the Las Vegas and Miami teams," Keppler said coolly.

Speedle broke out in a cold sweat. My God, this man gives off a larger jerk aura than Horatio does. "Delko, what does the scanner say about his jerk level?"

Delko walked into the room with a complex-looking device over his eye. He took it off. "It's over…" he crushed it in his hand for no real reason. "NIIIINE THOOOUUSAANND!"

Ryan Wolfe dropped from the ceiling, landing directly in front of Keppler, then jumped back in fear. "WHAT? Nine thousand?"

"It's nice to know you people do things by the numbers in Miami," Keppler responded, then powered up his jerk aura to max, shattering beakers and test tubes, and causing Greg to start crying.

Horatio walked in, followed by Sara, who looked as if she smelled something awful. "Hey Speedle, what's up?" He asked, his eyebrows twitching.

"It's time for our daily dose of actually advancing in the case!" Kat slapped a case file down on the table. "We have new evidence!" She stuffed her mouth with Ranch flavor Quaker Rice Snacks. "Yum yum yum yum…"

"It says…" Warrick started. "That our member was supposed to be playing in a show with his band that night."

"Interesting," Horatio said, looking uninterested.

"There was a disagreement earlier that night… which might've given our and members a motive!" Kat put forth.

"A disagreement over what?" Speedle asked.

"Bandannas."

"…bandannas?"

"Bandannas."

"Bandannas?" Sara walked in and had no idea what was going on.

"Bananas!" Greg cheerfully stated.

"I'm more of an apple person, myself…" Nick stated.

"Bandannas. They were apparently trying to figure out what design to put on their trademark bandannas." Kat explained. "The choices were between a blue and black flame design, a red and orange flame design, and a Hello Kitty motif. Our member wanted the blue and black flames, but everyone else wanted Hello Kitty."

"Is that how the fight broke out?" Nick asked Kat.

"Oops, can't answer that, the author's revoking our case advancement time."

All of the sudden, Grissom came crashing through the ceiling similar to a Tom Cruise action movie character. He had a rocket propelled grenade launcher on his back. Grissom, with an action-movie-star scowl, shot it directly at Keppler. Delko got caught in the blast as well, and they both went flying out the window.

Grissom looked at his CSI team. "Really, you guys! This is the type of person you get when I'm gone? Honestly!"

"We're sorry," all the Las Vegas CSIs said in unison.

Speedle, open-mouthed looked from Grissom, to the completely broken window, and back to Grissom. "Why did you do that to Delko?!"

"He was in the way."

Al the coroner looked down at the table where Delko lay. "Well, he's dead, alright. What do you want me to do about it?"

"Uh, bring him back to life?" Grissom suggested.

"Break the laws of nature, worthy of a felony?" Kat asked hopefully.

"Get those Miami CSIs to stop sending those death threat notes?" Warrick added.

"Make me lunch?" Greg smiled hopefully.

"Everything but the last one!" Al said while Greg pouted. He took out a jug of liquid labeled 'WARNING: DO NOT USE AS EMBALMING FLUID.' The coroner put in a tube that he stuck in Delko's arm, and pumped it through his veins.

"How does this work?" Warrick asked.

The coroner looked up. "It contains Worchesterchester…Warwickshire… it's A1 sauce."

After about a minute, Delko sat up suddenly. "I'm fine!"

Speedle was watching the whole thing. "Oh! You brought him back to life! Sorry about that death threat note then."

Warrick read it aloud. "Dear Las Vegas CSIs, I will come back to haunt you, after all, I'm actually undead. I therefore hunger for brains. Love, Tim Speedle. Ah, that's okay man, we've gotten plenty before! Nothing new!" Warrick looked unfazed by the whole thing.

Forgiven, Speedle smiled. Then he suddenly had a look of realization. "Hey, how come nobody used that stuff on me when I died?"

"It's illegal in most states," Kat replied.

"Why?"

"Something about illegal usage of endangered species of Florida panthers and- uh, nothing! Illegal! Say… why don't we use this stuff on Keppler?"

"Sorry, can't do that," the coroner replied cheerfully.

"Why not?"

"We just… can't."