Okay, so that's out of my system. I feel ten pounds lighter.
Anyway, Calleigh recites, "So the round count on our two officers is fifty-four. Out of that, I got forty-five casings. Those are shown in blue." We see them as thickly clustered dots around the cars in the computer simulation. Horatio orders Calleigh to move on by saying, "Talk about bullets." Calleigh's got twelve of those, dug out of the hearse, nearby trees, etc. She concludes, "It was the usual yield -- three-fourths of the casings, one-fourth of the bullets." Horatio goes off into his own private space as he states, "The ex-cons used Tec-9s, didn't they?" Why does he bother asking when he already knows the answer? Maybe if the Miami-Dade beancounters are that worried about his profligate spending, they can just cut his staff since he doesn't appear to use them in any useful way. Calleigh confirms Horatio's statement, points out those bullets (in red), and tells him she got forty casings and eighteen bullets, one of which fatally killed Hollis. Horatio wants to know if there's anything else. There sure is: Calleigh's gone to all the trouble to match Horatio's own, personal bullets (maybe he has them monogrammed) and it turns out that he's responsible for pegging two of the bad guys. Of course Horatio is a better shot than the SWAT team members. Is anyone surprised? Calleigh strokes his ego: "It turns out, you're a good shot." Then they discuss how Speedle is not. After that uncomfortable moment, it's back to the good news: the bullet from Lynn's car came from across the street, so someone was aiming to take her out too. Calleigh chirps, "So our crime scene just got a lot bigger!" She's so unnaturally happy about that -- whatever she's on, give me some. I could live with the bad fashion side effects if I were freed from this gnawing contempt of the show's lead.