Sara and Nick sat next to the body. Josh Templman had organs and all of his fingers and toes missing by what looked like someone with surgical expertise. Nick was the first to speak. "I'd have to say this guy got Burked." "Burke and Hare." "Yeah." "You think someone was selling body parts?" "It's a theory. All we have to do is probe it." "There have been many unproven theories, Nick." "Name some." "Fine, The Big Bang, Evolution, Chaos Theory, religion, Behavior,…" "OK, OK, brain Overload!" Sara smirked, knowing she'd won. "Hey, did you ever get bullied?" "Yea, I heard Griss did too." "By who?" "Cath…" "Serious?" "Yea, how about you?" "Yea, I got bullied by kids at my school." "You bullied(!) Never(!)" "Oh, yea! They'd always be giving me wedgies, or flushing me." "That's nothing, I've got a Bully for You. A bully is someone who threatens you or your family, not someone who flushes you!" "I got called 'Cowgirl Nicky'!" "I got called 'sui-Sidle'." "Really?" Nick suddenly felt sorry for her. "Why?" Sara stiffened. "Doesn't matter!" She snapped. "Sorry I asked." "I shouldn't have snapped." Nick and Sara processed their scene carefully.

At lake Mead, Gil and Cath were getting kitted up to go get the bodies that were dumped under the lake. They were looking at the dumped van at the edge of a cliff. Grissom looked at it confused. "Mystery Machine?" He pondered aloud. "Scooby Doobie-Doo." Grissom looked at Cath, more confused than before. "Lindsay. She loves Scooby. She wanted to by a dog and call it Scooby, and when I said no, she started calling me Daphne." Grissom raised his eyebrows even further up his head. "Don't worry about it, lets get kitted up, then you have to watch Scooby Doo." Cath walked over to the edge, and looked back at Grissom, still getting his tank fitted. "Come on, Scuba Doobie-Doo!" When Gil and Cath has submerged to the right depth, they could see the extent of homicide. They swam back to the surface, and told Brass what was down their. "We found the missing Alter Boys, they were obviously Caged and tied up, almost like they were Slaves of Las Vegas, or something."

At the Bellagio, Warrick and Sofia were investigating the disappearance of 6 adults, all partying in the same room. "So…" Sofia said as she snapped pictures of a gash in the wall, "…there were 6 kids, all in this same room, partying, and Then There Were None. And none of them fought back?" Warrick looked up. "Maybe they were too drunk." "This is Vegas."

Back at the lab, Brass was talking to Judy, the receptionist, when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned, semi-expecting Cath or Sara, but it wasn't them. "Ellie?" "Hi dad."

Sara walked towards Greg. "Turn it down!" "What?" Sara reached forward and turned the song off. "Hey!" "What is that song called?" "Organ Grinder." "It's terrible." "Anyway, what's that?" She said, pointing towards an envelope in Greg's hand. "You've got Male." "What?" "The finger of you're John Doe." "Oh, good(!)" "Pretty discussing, but, we have an Identity Crisis." "Why?" "The Finger, has no fingerprint." "What?" "Cut off, like a carrot pealing." "Eww, thanks."

Warrick and Sofia had brought in the cleaner of the Bellagio. "How is your fingerprint on the lamp, when Carl John, the owner of the Bellagio says that all cleaning staff must wear gloves?" "Are you accusing me?" "Yea, and the evidence says you did it." "NO! I wouldn't!" "Ah, The Burden Of Proof."

Cath and Gil were talking to a preacher, last to see the boys alive. "The evidence points to you." "I would never go against the hypocritical oath." "Primum Non Nocere. Do not harm others." "Yes, I would never." "Somewhere here there is a Felonius Monk." Gil's phone started to ring. "Grissom. Yeah, OK. Where are you? We're on our way." "Brass is Chasing The Bus with a monk on it."

Warrick was getting fed up with this guy. "OK, buddy. We know it is you. End of." Sofia though some pictures on the table. "These are pictures from your camera aren't they." "Yea, so." "You are a Stalker. You stalked them, all 6!" He smirked "7." Warrick looked up. "7?" "Yea, you're missing a camera." "Who is the 7th victim?" "They were supposed to show up at the party, but they didn't." "Who?" "They got called out. Said they couldn't make it to their boyfriend. They spend their life at their job." "WHO?" Warrick stood up and hit is hands on the desk. "It's hard to stalk a workaholic called Sara Sidle." "Get up." The guy stood. "'Cuff him." Warrick turned to Sofia. "He'll get life, threatening a law official." "Do we tell Sara?" "Her boyfriend's gone missing, she'll figure it out soon, but, we should tell her."

"So, Greg, what have you got form that fiber?" "Well, Sara, It's from a carpet specially made for a hotel called Cats in the Cradle." "I've heard of that place." From the desk they heard Judy shout for Sara. "Sidle!" Sara ran up to her. "Yea." "Two parcels for you, sign here." "Thanks." She practically ran to the break room. Nick and Greg followed. They got there just in time to see Sara ripping open the parcels and out came two books. "Yay!" Nick picked one up. "Anatomy of a Lye?" "Yeah, gimme." Greg picked the other up. "Cross Jurisdictions?" "Gimme, I'll back in a min, gunna put these in my locker. Can't wait to show Hugh!" "Hugh?" "Shut up Greg."

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