A scientist looked down on the squirming carrion beetle that tried to scuttle away but was unable to as it was kept in place with prongs on the table. He looked through the magnifying glass in front of him; the carrion beetle was amber colored with dark grooves on the back, it had a long horn with a sharp tip curbed upright, almost looking like it was the letter 'W'. However, what the scientist caught was interesting enough; it too had amber eyes, just as the ravens. "Amber eyes, interesting," he muttered under his breath. The younger scientist beside him looked, "But don't most insects have amber eyes anyway, Grissom?"

Grissom sighed as he looked at the beetle, "Yes, they do."

"A carrion beetle hocked up by a machine," the younger scientist mused. Grissom nodded, "Alive at that. If it's a machine as everyone is saying, why isn't it dead?"

"Maybe its internal mechanics keep it warm?" the younger scientist suggested. Grissom looked down at the carrion beetle, its amber eyes glistening in the light. He shook his head, "It would've starved anyway."

"How did it get into that thing anyway?" he heard the younger scientist. He lightly prodded the beetle with the tip of the scalpel; he tilted his head, "This beetle's covered in blood."

"What do you mean?" Nick asked him. Grissom showed the sticky substance that it encased the outer wings of the beetle. Nick fetched a Q-tip for Grissom and Grissom lightly dabbed it against the beetle's back, enough to get a decent sample. He requested the handheld test kit and Nick brought it to him, he then dabbed the Q-tip in the respected slot and waited. He had a look on his face as he showed Nick, "Its human."

"Human?" Nick questioned as he looked at the test. It was positive and Nick shook his head in disbelief. "No way, that can't be. It's got to be cross-contamination."

Grissom sighed, "Carrion beetle consume their weight in flesh. Hand me the dish."

Nick did so and Grissom shook his head at the beetle, "I'm sure you'll not be the last we get."

Grissom grabbed for the scalpel again, beginning to cut deeply into the beetle as it squirmed in the prongs. Amber colored substance poured out of the incision, Nick collecting it with a vial while Grissom poked around the insides, looking for remnants of what the beetle ate. He stopped when his scalpel lightly touched something and reached for the tweezers, gently prodded the tender flesh of the beetle and pulled out a roundish object caked with the amber substance. With a spray bottle, Grissom lightly sprayed the object until he noticed it was whitish yellow with the dried amber substance still clinging on it. Nick fetched him a brush and he lightly brushed away the dried amber substance until they were met with a horrible sight. It was an eroded incisor, with markings on it indicating the beetle had been chewing on it prior to swallowing it whole. Nick shirked in his spot, "Do you think it ate him, Patrolman Alice?"

"I don't know, Nick," Grissom shook his head. Grissom then continued to prod the corpse of the beetle until he pulled out another sight: it was stiff, amber colored, and Grissom noted it looked to be flesh from the cheek. However, something about it bothered him, it was flesh, but it wasn't like flesh he had seen during his time. It was not fresh, that was for sure, but it was not rotted in any way shape or form, he had Nick send their findings to forensic. While Nick was out of the lab again, Grissom looked at the beetle and his head tilted. For a man who had studied insects for the entirely of his life, he couldn't tell what species this carrion beetle was. He fetched for his references on his book shelf near the table and flipped through the pages, neither were the amber colored beetle with a horn and amber eyes. He would continue to make observations until Nick returned. Nick asked him, "Any luck?"

"No, I looked through everything I had. Nothing looks anything remotely like it," Grissom shook his head. Nick blinked, "What are you saying; Mr. Benedict found a new species of carrion beetles?"

"I don't know," Grissom sighed. He then stopped, "I'll need more to study it properly."

"Well, I'm not sure Mr. Benedict or the Doctor are willing to go round two with it so," Nick shrugged. Grissom tilted his head, "I'm not asking them to try to get another. I want to go where it's been and find more. I believe that this beetle was kicked out."

"So, you're saying that there's a colony of beetles living inside this thing? What do they eat when they're not inside?" Nick asked him. Grissom stood up and tugged on his coat, "I don't rightly know. That's why I'm going to find out. Stay with the lab and report the findings."

"Aye, captain," Nick watched as Grissom left the lab.

Grissom walked through the UNIT halls until he came to the infirmary where he saw the Doctor and his cohorts inside. He entered and bowed his head, introducing himself. The Doctor looked at him, "What have you found from the beetle?"

Grissom shook his head, "I'm sorry, but protocols."

"Of course, always the damned protocols," the Doctor shook his head. He then stopped and looked, "What do you want?"

"I need to get more speciesism," Grissom told him. The Doctor balked at him, "Why for?"

"Please. You don't have to chase him down again, I just need to know where he's been," Grissom explained. The Doctor tilted his head, "How do you know there's more beetles?"

"You found one didn't you?" Grissom shrugged. The Doctor sighed, "I'll be sure to send any I find."

Grissom balked at him in return, "Doctor, this beetle was primed to start an entire new colony. However, I don't know if it can survive outside the machine's body."

"Why was there a carrion beetle in him anyway?" John asked Grissom. Grissom shrugged, "That's what I'm trying to figure out."

"I couldn't recognize it, what species is it?" Sherlock looked at Grissom who then shrugged again. Clara blinked, "What do you think?"

"I think this is an entirely new species of carrion beetle. I won't know for sure until I can get a handful, alive," Grissom said. The Doctor rubbed his eyes, "Alright, what do you want us to do?"

"Take me to where he's been," Grissom told him. The Doctor stared, "You're serious?"

Grissom nodded. The Doctor looked at Clara who looked back and he then glanced over to John and Sherlock. The Doctor gritted his teeth as he decided, he then nodded. Clara then said, "While you two are bug chasing, I think I'll stay here in UNIT."

John nodded, "I'll stay back too."

Sherlock looked at the Doctor, "I'll come along."

"Right then, Grissom and Benedict follow me, Martin and Clara don't get into any trouble while we're gone," the Doctor said as he went through the doorway, Grissom and Sherlock following behind.