The team hauls ass to get over there. Yup, it's creepy: think "hillbilly" meets "Dahmer." Horatio hollers for everyone to grab their kits and gloves and go. Cue the black-and-white photos of the scene: a coffee table covered in markers and papers with children's drawings, shelves of stuffed toys, a row of little girl's shoes. Calleigh puts down the camera, somewhat shaken. She drifts out of camera range, and we see Horatio shining his light on the walls and confirming that pedophiles have bad taste in art. Just then, Horatio notices a shelf full of tapes and quips, "Well, he's not shy about his pornography." Calleigh's back on black-and-white photo duty, snapping what amounts to a shrine: pictures of little girls on the wall and occasional table, with stuffed toys underneath. Before either she or Horatio can say anything, Speedle comes out, looking queasy. He drops a big container filled with videotapes on the floor, and comments, "This is just the tip of the iceberg." Horatio only replies, "Wow." He notices a toy with dust on it and concludes, "He doesn't live here." Megan's left with the dopey line, "He plays here." She's walking through the house, spraying it down with luminol, and she finds something -- semen, blood, who knows? -- on the arm of the couch. Meanwhile, Horatio's found an array of uniforms and a very big pair of shoes in the closet. He then walks into an alcove where Delko's staring at a number of milk cartons lined up like sentries, a picture of a different missing child on each one. Delko stammers, "I don't know...these cartons...he must, uh, he must keep them as some sick kind of trading cards." Horatio looks out the window conveniently located next to the shelf, to the vast and empty yard, and concludes, "They're not trading cards. They're headstones."
Cut to everyone in the backyard at night, working under the glare of flood lamps as Alexx announces the results of their labor thus far: four children's bodies, and one partial body. She's about to head out to the office to prep an autopsy room for the remains, but she adds, "At this point, closure's the only thing we can give these families." Megan says, "Until we catch this guy." Horatio hunkers down in front of a pile of dirt, cradles a doll that was apparently buried with the body the mound is hiding, and takes a little me-time for the brood that refreshes. He then calls for Alexx to assess the body in question. Citing the sandy soil as a deterrent to bodily decomposition and noticing the relatively good condition of the body, she figures that the last little girl was killed three to four weeks ago. Alexx and Horatio figure that Otis is accelerating between kills, which means that he's more likely to slip up. At this point, having a CSI team camped out in your yard seems like it would qualify as a mondo gaffe, but what do I know? Horatio says, "He's more likely to make mistakes." Alexx leans down and says to the body, "Maybe you can tell us some of them, angel." Oh, and she was doing so well, too -- no talking to the dead bodies until the fifty-minute mark. The camera pulls back so we can see Horatio hovering over Alexx -- give him points for improvising in the field -- while the boy soprano carries on.