Seconds later, we're in the makeshift lab set up on site -- a lab that's already got furniture and working electricity and detritus on the shelves, which is pretty amazing given that the plane crashed mere hours before -- and Horatio's forcing the briefcase open. Further down the bench, Calleigh asks what Horatio's got. "Nothing," he replies, with a little anger in his voice. "Not a pen, not a piece of paper, not a paperclip, nothing." Calleigh comes over to see nothing for herself. Horatio turns to look at her and continues, "Who travels with an empty briefcase...that's odd, right?" Calleigh confirms that it is. Before this conversation can go anywhere, we all suffer a flashback to fourteen minutes ago when Delko was shouting at plane crash survivors, only this time the guy is living. Delko's still shouting, though: "We got one with a pulse!" Having determined the presence of cardiac activity, Delko the rescuer's next step is to start CPR compressions. Yeah, I don't get it either, and I've got my CPR card from the American Heart Association. Delko's activities have the effect of causing the survivor to spit water -- which should, in theory, lead to Delko rolling the man over on his side to aid water removal from the lungs and reduce the likelihood of inhaling fluid, but instead, they cover the guy with a blanket to keep him from going into shock. Horatio screams, "Sir, can you hear me? Stay with us! Stay with us!" as Delko continues doing compressions and panting, "Breathe, breathe."
And then, thank God, we go to commercial.
When we get back from the commercials, rescue personnel are loading the survivor into an ambulance. Delko inquires of Horatio, "Whaddya say?" Horatio says, "No friction burn, right? Means no seatbelt." Delko asks, "Then he may be our shooter." Horatio moves on: "Yes. The question then becomes, why would you shoot your own pilot? Thank you, gentlemen." For a moment there, I thought Horatio was acknowledging an audience, but then I realized he was thanking the rescue workers. I think it helped when he turned around from a slack-jawed Delko and gave a thumbs-up to a departing MedEvac. After Horatio's done saluting the airborne folk, Megan comes over and tells him she's got a report of a floater five miles from where they are now. Horatio gives her a look and says, "I can't possibly take another scene now --" Megan interrupts with, "Horatio, it is your scene." It's also his job, Megan, so feel free to step back and let him do it. Or accompany him to the floater five miles away -- either will work.