Meanwhile, back at Zany Town, Calleigh and Horatio are going over the carpet together, flashlights in one hand, tweezers in the other. Calleigh finds a gaudy-looking ring and bags it; Horatio finds a red drinking straw and bags that. Then, Calleigh hits pay dirt, as it were, finding a partially-eaten cotton candy cone. We flash to Ruthie accepting the cone right before Calleigh bags it. Just then, Speedle comes up and tells Horatio they've got a pretty sweet suspect. It's Repkin, who, in Speedle's words, is "real hard to get out of here. He's got glitter on his shirt, no ID, and refused to give us prints." Calleigh, who's not terribly concerned about the Fourth Amendment, says blithely, "I got 'em anyway." This revelation bothers nobody. Speedle says, "Delko just called from the print lab. This guy's a registered sex offender." Cut to Horatio and Calleigh glowering as Repkin's cuffed -- without a statement of why he's being detained, and without his rights being read to him -- and Horatio asks if Brad's got a car. Instead of replying that he's got the right to remain silent, Repkin leads them to his car outside. Oh, look, it's parked right next to my rant for this episode, which is: I finally figured out why I dislike this show relative to the original CSI, and it all comes down to social accountability. Gil may be many things, but he provides ethical guidance for the people he supervises, and makes it clear that everyone is accountable for their work, to the justice system and to the victims. Horatio, on the other hand, has decided he's both judge and jury, and the only accountability anyone has is to him. It's mind-bogglingly egocentric, and it decimates any moral authority he might have had. So there you have it -- CSI makes the ego serve the case, and CSI: Miami makes the case serve the ego.