CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

What the hell is that?

Yo, man.

When's the blitz?

Right on time.

Three, 1000 Chestnut at...

So witnesses heard multiple gunshots.

They think.

Because if it was during the blitz.

You know, the lights were out,

sirens were going off, search lights, the whole.

World War II experience.

When exactly did war become a party?

Gunshot residue,

close range.

.32 auto.

Belly got it.

How'd they get it through the metal detector?

Well, uh... Oh, geez.

I'll tell you, it's a busy night.

Recently burned.

Another body?

Another murder.

So there's good news and there's bad news.

The good news is, this is the busiest lab

in the country.

The bad news is this is the busiest lab in the country.

That's why I'm here.

Oh, I've waited for you forever.

I love you!

Man, if I ever have to search another torched car...

Nick! This is Chandra.

Chandra Moore.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, the new DNA girl.

Right?

B.S. in bio-chem.

M.S. in molecular biology.

Five years of service in DNA at the CCL.

Okay, well, I'm going to go use the no-pressure,

no-AC, stinks-of-feet shower.

So...

welcome.

So I had some time to think while I was away.

Enough time to figure out why I made such a stupid mistake.

I-I do not have a drinking problem.

I have a, uh,

me problem.

My P.E.A.P. counselor suggested

that it would be a good idea for me to talk to my supervisor

and that's you, Grissom, so...

I never told you about my family.

I never told anyone about my family, why would I...

Sara?

I want you to meet

my replacement.

This is Chandra.

Nice to meet you, Chandra.

Likewise.

So, how was it?

How was what?

Well, you took some vacation time, right?

Yeah, right.

It was great.

Yeah? Okay.

Hey, how was it?

It sucked.

I hate lawyers, I hate court.

They all need to dry up and die. Hi.

Warrick, right?

Yeah. I saw your presentation

on longitudinal striations of the toenail

in Dallas, A.A.F.S.?

Really good work.

Thank you.

Thank you so much. And you are?

Oh, I'm Chandra.

Chandra Moore.

I'm the new DNA person.

Well, that's the plan anyway.

Would you like to see the boss's office?

Good luck. Thank you.

Nice to meet you.

Same.

Grissom...

I'd like to introduce you

to Chandra Moore.

Pleased to meet you, sir.

I'm a fan.

Wow.

You're hot.

I-I'm sorry?

You're emanating heat.

This is a new infrared camera.

It's good for looking at evidence in the dark.

Did you get her blood yet?

My... why?

So many reasons.

Where is he?

You can't possibly call that thing my office.

It's a cupboard.

Catherine, have you met Chandra Moore?

She'll be doing DNA while Greg's in the field.

Hello, I'm Catherine.

We need to talk.

Well, not now... too much work.

You have a suspicious death at the Palermo.

Warrick,

trash call at a weekly at Fremont and 12th.

Nick, Sara, body in a shallow grave,

dry lake bed, in Ely, off Groom Lake Road.

All right, I'll meet you there.

Greg, you're going to be with me, your final proficiency.

Great.

Let me show you to your new digs.

Good luck.

We leave in five minutes.

Okay.

Can I talk to you real quick?

Certainly.

Have you been seeing your P.E.A.P. counselor?

Yeah.

How's it going?

Well, it's been interesting.

It's going to be a busy night, huh?

Mmm.

We'll talk later.

Are you sure?

Yeah, yeah.

I don't remember, okay?

Why don't you believe me?

I swear to God!

I did nothing to that woman.

I have never seen her before.

Relax, relax. Let's just go

over this again. All right, let's go over it again.

Tell me what you remember. Nothing.

That's what I remember...

nothing.

That's it?

Stop taking my picture. Sir, wait here.

Hey. Housecleaning

found Mr. Johnson passed out

on the bed next to the victim.

They alerted security and apparently

he just came to.

With the worst hangover a guy could ever have.

Yeah.

He's a golf ball salesman from Ohio.

Massive hemorrhaging.

Is this from a single wound?

Cracked skull.

Did you I.D. her?

No I.D. on her.

Well, she's got some breast implants.

That's for sure.

I'm going to guess stripper.

She's got a locker room key.

We'll trace it back to the club.

Quite a party last night.

You can say that again.

Looks like she went back

into the bedroom to call for help.

Well, no calls were made from the room.

Why is it you guys

can never hit the bowl?

You know, if this guy took Viagra,

you're lucky he hit the floor

and not the ceiling.

Right.

Sign of a struggle?

How does a guy fall asleep

after killing a woman?

How does somebody get into your club with a gun?

Don't ask me; Ask the metal detector.

It's supposed to work.

Ever see the dead guy before?

No, not me.

Hey, Crystal!

Hey, baby, you talk to the guy that got capped

in your section tonight?

No.

Hey, Gil.