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.
Back at HQ, Mr. Sobell is singing a happy tune -- "More scenes with Gwen! More scenes with Gwen!" -- and Cavaliere is asking Gwen what she knows about Paul's schedule. He had cut down on clients so he could train more aggressively for the Mr. Las Vegas competition next month. Gwen notes forlornly, "He really wanted to win this time. He cancelled my last two workouts." Cavaliere's all, "You know, there are other cops -- I mean, trainers in the sea. Also, have you checked out these guns? Police-issued, baby." Gwen's all, "Yeah, I was thinking about ditching him. Especially after I made a pass at him a few sessions ago and he shot me down because he had a headache." "Perhaps he was gay," suggests Cavaliere, and Gwen's all, "I don't care! Just lying back on that bench, sweating and pushing the weight with all of his muscle right beside me. I mean, it was totally...motivating." Cavaliere is seconds away from suggesting that Gwen check out the weight bench in the police locker room. You can see it in his eyes.