Alexx then bends to Betty and turns her over. Betty did take a hell of a beating; in addition to the bloody face, both her eyes are blackened. I realize that the elderly bruise easily, but it's still appalling to see. Alexx lifts her to slide up the body bag and notes, "Skull is fractured -- probably blunt force trauma. I'll need to clean her up to see more. Not how you planned to end your golden years, is it, Betty? Ninety-three degrees. Puts her time of death at about 2 AM." Calleigh says, "Blood pools indicate time of attack was earlier." Alexx shows that she knows how to delegate with, "Your job, honey. Mine begins with death." Cue the science montage: the most noteworthy details are the broken glass in the lawn outside Betty's window, and the piece of paper submerged in a large pool of blood in the kitchen area. Delko lifts out the paper and carefully sets it on a cardboard sheet: "Must be important to somebody."

The whirring of a large fan brings us back to the A-plot. So let me get this straight: when the Miami hazmat unit finally shows up, their strategy is to blow the fumes out of the house and into the general atmosphere? No wonder they called Horatio first. We see Speedle collecting evidence; even when shrouded in a hazmat suit, he manages to convey disgruntled disarray. It's a gift. Horatio's right there with him, in one of the rare instances when that "let's do XYZ" actually involves the first-person plural. I imagine they'll hold a small ceremony to commemorate this occasion once the evidence is all bagged. Horatio, who's still waving around the crackling Drager, tells us all that the nitric acid's down to three parts per million, so it's now safe to bring in the ME's people.

Sure enough, the next scene is that of an ME -- no head, no ID, no nothing -- strapping the body into a stretcher and wheeling it off. Speedle's got the hood off his hazmat suit now, and he comments, "Crisis averted." How? Because the Air Elves miraculously scrubbed the environment? Anyway, Horatio's all, "Tell that to his widow. No, wait. I will. I am the Grief Whisperer. It is my job, as protector of all Miami, to bear the burdens of her people." Or maybe he stops after that first sanctimonious sentence. Speedle just lets it roll off his back and says, "So we've gotta find something to lead us to this cook, right?" Horatio agrees that they do. He asks, "If I'm the cook, what do I need to do my job?" Speedle replies, "You need goggles, a mask --" "And latex gloves," Horatio says, finding one. They bag and tag it.