Sure enough, when they get out to the hall, Horatio points out, "The councilwoman knew we were coming." Sevilla replies, "It's not what you think." Horatio asks, "What do I think?" "I know Mercedes since we were kids at San Juan Bosco, but she runs the community, and when I need information, she gives it to me." "One hand washes the other," Horatio notes. "Together they clean the face. Come on, H, you know that's the way things get done in Miami," Sevilla replies defensively. Horatio's not buying it. Sevilla says with thinly concealed anger, "H, it was a courtesy heads-up, nothing more. Nothing more than I would have done in any dock-and-talk." Horatio's satisfied, but he asks, "Let's not give her any more help, okay?" Sevilla agrees. Horatio wanders off and leaves her alone to think about what she's done.
Back at the lab, Delko's back in plainclothes (and yes, I know it's Miami and it's tropical down there, but white pants in February? Please, no) and walking down the hall when Calleigh (whose outfit gets worse-looking upon repeated viewing, what with the unbuttoned shirt flapping around and adding to the visual jumble) accosts him by asking, "Hey! Where's that pistol?" Delko replies, "I checked it into evidence a couple of hours ago -- what are you talking about?" Calleigh's incredulous that the pistol has been sitting there instead of processing itself for evidence. Delko points out that he paged her; Calleigh realizes she turned her pager off when she was on the shooting range. Delko adds, "Well, I've been trying to get in touch with you." This is Calleigh's cue to unload: "I've just -- I've been chained to the lab with a fifty-four-round shooting that was supposed to be processed twelve hours ago." Delko's not too sympathetic: "I spent the same twelve hours inhaling sewage at the bottom of the Tamiami Canal, so everyone's got a sad story." Heh. Excellent comeback. Plus it cues Calleigh that maybe it's time for her to take off her pity party dress, put on the frock of forbearance (or please, dear God, anything that covers up that outfit she's got on now), and pull it together. She turns to Delko and gives him an odd half-hug, apologizing; Delko returns it, and they're on their way to go solve crimes.
Unfortunately for Calleigh, her day just got worse as Horatio tells her, "I'm due in court in two hours. Is there any way to link these two [bullets]?" No pressure or anything, Calleigh! Calleigh explains that they can't match the bullets -- Bonita's is all sorts of smashed, while Abby's is not -- but she thinks they can link them via the cartridge casing found in Bonita's car. Calleigh explains, "If I can test-fire the pistol, then I can match the rifling on Abby's bullet to the firing-pin impression on Bonita's casing." Horatio decides, "The gun is the key." "Without it, we've got nothing," Calleigh concurs. Horatio leaves by telling everyone, "We've got to get it. The clock is ticking." No pressure!