Warrick's idea of working on the case is heading back to the car show and running his fingers through DemiPimp's gelled hair until he uncovers the furrows in his scalp from Cris's final fight. There's a TMIcam, because we haven't seen enough blood yet tonight. Really. Anyway, we wrap up this story with Warrick explaining DemiPimp's motives: "You were thinking how Cris pissed off your best client, and how much business it was going to cost you. You kill her, Deluca takes the fall, you can't lose." DemiPimp spits, "Cris was a nothing. Old news. Why would I risk everything for a zero like her?" "For that exact reason," Warrick replies. DemiPimp snaps, "That's a real good story. You find that in one of your forensic journals?" Who would have pegged DemiPimp as someone who even knew about reading? Much less someone familiar with the world of peer-reviewed publishing? Warrick snaps back, "When I match your DNA, I'll make sure you're on the cover." So Warrick's planning on submitting this to Criminal Jackasses Monthly. I love a happy ending!

And once again: Vegas is bright! Shiny! Lights moving! Things rewinding! Warrick and Catherine are walking backward through the Labitrail! Nicky is walking through the Labitrail and talking backwards. And I hear hidden messages: "Evil Knievel II, you say? Would I have to wear another wig?" We zoom out of Vegas, the car show runs in reverse, night becomes day…

We're now in plot number three. Mr. Sobell gets his wish -- his new TV girlfriend is indeed being brought back so she and her gravity-defying breasts can discover another body. Seriously. She bops up the steps to meet her personal trainer ("Hey, Paul. It's Gwen.") but after he fails to open the door to her invitation to "let me in...work me out," she walks around the house and discovers him stretched out on the floor, his face all bruised.

Within seconds, Cavaliere has arrived and begun spewing exposition in Sara and Liam's general direction: the 28-year-old victim, Paul Charles, was a competition bodybuilder and personal trainer. By the way, Sara's outfit here is excellent -- flared chinos, a dark tee, and a tobacco-colored, fitted, and belted suede jacket. (I dig the jacket too. When did "CSI" begin to stand for "Cool Shopping Investigation"?) Funny how once she got over that whole I-dig-my-boss thing, she learned how to dress herself. If only she could teach Liam, who's dressed in an ill-fitting charcoal suit jacket and shades. He's like Miami Vice by way of the Munsters. Anyway, we get a good look at Paul, whose face is as pink and purple as a Lisa Frank notebook. Liam looks around at the room full of poster-sized photos of Paul, and comments, "This guy's the poster child for self-love." So this means he shaved his palms before the photo shoot, then.