And then they vomit again as Horatio and Megan show up; they must have seen the first two episodes too. Kidding! Megan's there, taking pictures of the arm as Horatio does what he does best, i.e. stand around and watch his underlings work. Horatio looks at the arm and asks, "Is this all there is?" Why don't you stick your arm in the shark's gut and find out, Horatio? Oh, wait -- that would require you to do actual work. He hunkers down to chat with Megan: "So let me ask you a question: did you know that some species of tiger sharks are on the International Union for Conservation of Nature and Natural Resources red list as vulnerable, meaning that any effect on its population would push it into endangered species territory, and fishing can't be helping matters much? Have you thought about how maybe Florida should take a hint on the fishing-to-the-brink-of-extinction thing and avoid another near miss like it had with the alligator or the manatee by actually thinking ahead instead of scrambling to make a last-minute save?" Oh, no, he does not either. That would mean that Horatio thinks about anything other than himself. Or the bereaved and vulnerable. What Horatio actually asks is, "You find human body parts in a shark -- is that murder?" "It is when we're looking for lead," Megan replies, and conveniently finds some. The two of them have a moment of Zen, and then The Who kick in.
But the patron saint of lost causes evidently has better things to do, because we're now back at the episode. After giving us a close-up of the shark's bloody maw, we see Alexx standing and peering at it nose-to-nose. She straightens up, sashays past Horatio, and cracks, "I think we're going to need a bigger body bag." Heh -- nice Jaws shout-out. Horatio says, "If anyone can find one, it's you, Alexx." Maybe she can also find another outfit -- although her embroidered waistcoat is lovely, it's also white, and that doesn't strike me as eminently practical when one's job requires one to wallow in gore all day. Anyway, Alexx pivots over to the other side of the shark, slaps a flank (which would hurt, or at least shred her latex gloves, since sharks have notoriously abrasive skin), and says with no small amount of satisfaction, "Okay, fellows, you can bag him. My shark now." Horatio announces to nobody in particular, "I'm off to ruin the captain's day," and I snarl at the screen, "You're not content with ruining mine?"