In the next scene, Sevilla and Horatio are watching AFIS crank away, and she's telling him, "I can tell you who it won't be...dermo doctor uses powder-free gloves, it's a different company than our discard, and they buy by the case. Bulk." Horatio asks, "Then why do I like [Wilmont] so much?" His devil-may-care smile? His entrepreneurial vigor? The way he lights up a room? Sevilla notes that AFIS likes someone named Gregory Kimble instead. "Who is this?" Horatio asks. The bad-seed younger brother of Richard Kimble, maybe?
We're about to find out, as Horatio's now somberly saying, "Mr. Kimble, let's talk about the trash drugs you've been cooking." Kimble, who looks like your typical unwashed slacker except for the red upper lip, counters, "I don't know what you're talking about." Nor does he know about the house over on Mangrove. Horatio explains, "The problem is, we recovered your fingerprint over there." Gregory replies, "I party a lot. I might have ended up over there one night." Horatio says, "Fair enough. You wear sunscreen?" Gregory says, "Everyone in Miami does. Why?" Horatio explains, "Well, you have some very interesting burn damage above your mouth and under your nose. Sometimes, it can be from a chemical burn, right?" "You bet," Sevilla says. I love how she smiles when she says it; I have a feeling that if there were ever a crossover, she and Brass would get along like a house on fire. We get a flashback as to how Gregory might have gotten the burn, and then Horatio says, "You're my cook, aren't you?" "Cook?" Gregory replies, doing a credible enough impression of an idiot as to raise doubts over his ability to make a bowl of Ramen, much less a complex chemical compound. He then adds, "I'm a part-time student." Horatio asks if Gregory has a job; he does not. Sevilla says, "DMV records show that you drive around in a brand-new convertible [Lexus]. Why don't you do yourself a favor and tell us who's selling this stuff once you put it into pill form?" Gregory says, "I think I want my attorney." "After we process you," snaps Sevilla. Horatio adds, "I'm going to need your clothes too." Gregory, who clearly thinks he can weasel out of this by pleading modesty, snottily asks, "What am I going to wear?" Sevilla slides down a collection of prisonwear.
Off in another part of the building, Delko pushes open a door and greets a tech with, "Laura! It's been a while. Welcome back." Laura replies, "A year at Quantico's enough. Can't take that weather." Delko asks, "How was the night life?" Laura pretends to think for a moment and replies, "Government compound, 95 percent male...hurt me." As it turns out, MaBell lives on the very edge of Quantico (like, when they do weapons testing, the house shakes) and works on base; according to her, watching the local wildlife includes watching "those buff young jarheads run around." So, yeah, Quantico's no Miami, but for some of us, it's home. Delko asks if there's anything on his victim, and Laura tells him the sexual assault kit was positive, but semen was aspermic, so the perp probably had a vasectomy. We also find out that the time -- eight to twelve hours before Betty died -- is consistent with the timeline they've constructed. Laura says she'll run DNA, and Delko thanks her.