Horatio actually continues, "It looks like blood. And if it's blood, Tommy, that means you were within a few feet of Darwin during the beating. It also tells me you participated." Notice how that entire logical deduction is based on the premise that it's Darwin's blood on the shirt, and not, say, someone else's. However, Tommy's in no shape to take on Horatio's non causa pro causa logical fallacies (i.e. something is identified as the cause of an event, but it has not actually been shown to be the cause; in this case, the blood is identified as proof of Darwin's beating while Tommy was present, yet the blood has yet to be shown to be Darwin's). He admits that someone named Chaz was beating on Darwin, so Tommy ran off; apparently, they had an argument over music. Tommy says, "Darwin told Chad his music sucks," and we flash back to Darwin saying, "Your music sucks." That's really funny -- and the sad thing is, it's not supposed to be. Anyway, Chaz beat the hell out of Darwin, but before Tommy can get around to telling the tale in his own unique way, Horatio fills in the details. Tommy's all, "How'd you know all this?" and Horatio whispers, "I'm magic." Because it's the meth screwing with Tommy's head, and not Horatio. Right. Tommy asks if Chaz killed the girl, and Horatio's Crimey Senses explode into full alert -- if there is a woman in peril to be saved, a woman who can be comforted by the Grief Whisperer, he will find her. Unfortunately, he's going to have to do it without Tommy's help.

Back in the B-plot, poor Hagen is stuck asking Julie Harmon if her husband had any enemies. Of course he didn't. Julie plays the class card with, "He's a dentist. I'm a doctor. The only people we know are people at the club, or at the kids' school." Hagen asks if Dennis was perhaps stepping out. Julie's all, "Our marriage, our family is our life." Well, on the bright side, she's got time to develop some new hobbies now. Alexx comes in, and there's grieving and dithering. Hagen flees while he can. Julie's all, "I don't think I can tell the kids." I think not telling them might actually be worse, but whatever. Alexx points out, "They're going to remember who told them for the rest of their lives." The potential psychological damage to her offspring isn't sufficient motivation for Julie to sack up and talk to the kids. Alexx steps in, like the supportive friend she is. There's hugging, and while Alexx is something of a mess, Julie's curiously dry-eyed. Hmmm...