Switching scenes yet again, Megan comes barreling into the morgue, inquiring of Alexx, "You [beat] paged me?" It turns out the news Alexx wants to share is that Ruthie's fifth and six ribs on her right side were broken -- "the cracked rib punctured her lungs, her lungs fill with blood." We see this courtesy of the TMI screenshot; this show still hasn't worked up to the full-bore you-are-there glory of the CSI TMICam and its loving reenactments of gruesome wounds. Megan concludes that Ruthie was fighting her captor, so the guy got on top of her. Alexx concurs: "Cause of death: positional asphyxiation." Megan grimaces and says somberly, "Intentional [beat] evil." From a child molester? What are the odds? Before Megan can also declare that child molesters are sick, sick, sick, she's interrupted by a saucy lab tech who comes in and tells Alexx, "I wasn't expecting anything unusual, but --" Alexx reads the proffered clipboard: "Butalbitol." Megan says sadly, "He gave her barbiturates [beat] with her candy." I wonder why you wouldn't just skip the middleman: why not just down the barbiturates as if they were candy? That's how I'm planning on surviving November sweeps with this show. My dolls, my beautiful dolls...ahem. Where were we? Alexx points out, "Butalbitol's a fast-acting sedative. It wouldn't take a lot to knock a child out almost immediately." I suddenly wonder how Alexx handles bedtime at home. The tech interrupts again -- "I found something else." Alexx is all over it: "Antihistamine? The poor baby had a cold." Megan, whose pharmacopathological knowledge is apparently boundless and recalled on a moment's notice, says, "She wasn't struggling. [beat] She was convulsing." Alexx notes that antihistamines are contraindicative with butalbitol. Megan says (incorrectly), "She went into anaphylactic shock." For those of you playing along at home, anaphylactic shock is an allergic reaction wherein the immune system goes into overdrive after being exposed to an allergen that it's created antigens for in response to a previous exposure. The immune system overreacts; anaphylactic shock typically affects the respiratory area, and can involve swelling of the mucous membranes and suddenly reduced blood pressure. Funny how neither of those symptoms are mentioned here. Oh, that's right -- because Ruthie didn't have an anaphylactic reaction. Would it kill the people who write this show to try to get the science right? If so, can we make that a sweeps episode? Anyway -- Megan and Alexx conclude that the molester wasn't trying to crush Ruthie to death, but rather to revive her. Since CPR can crack ribs, this is how her ribs were broken. Megan chooses not to comment on the intentional evil inherent in reviving the child you're about to carry off for nefarious purposes, but simply says, "He wanted his time with her."
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.