Okay -- let me just say how much I love this episode. This may well be my favorite episode of this show, and here's why: the team is working together, which I always appreciate; we get to see how they enter a crime scene and begin making sense of it; we see how they reason through the evidence and process assorted theories. It's not often that a television show manages to make deductive thinking look interesting, but this episode's really made it exciting, and managed to engage all of the viewers in the act as well.

I'm sure all of you are like, "What...? Where are the obtuse comments and snide asides? I don't read these things to get my daily dose of sweetness and light." So back to the recap we go. Catherine's busy in the waiting room when Brass comes by to tell her that the kid in the Camaro didn't make it. The "kid," incidentally, is thirty-two. His name is Eric Kevlin and he was a resident at the UCLA Medical Center; he was apparently driving to Vegas to surprise his girlfriend. Surprise her how? With his superior time-management skills? I thought the whole point to being a medical resident was some sort of highly-educated indentured servitude -- it's supposed to be all sleep deprivation and doctoring and whatnot. None of these spontaneous road trips to Vegas! Bah! Brass and Catherine talk about something they find curious: apparently Kevlin signed a pre-op Do Not Resuscitate order (DNR). Brass is all, "That doesn't make sense for a young person." Actually, it makes perfect sense for anyone, regardless of age. I signed a living will with a standing DNR the moment I turned eighteen, and everyone in my family knows it. I can understand where a doctor would be especially adamant about one: he'd be in a position to see the long-term effects of a persistent vegetative state on the human body, he'd have seen the immense financial strain precipitated by long-term medical care for those in a persistent vegetative state, and he'd have seen people grappling with the decisions to be made when someone they cared for faced spending the rest of their lives comatose on a respirator versus dying. Signing a DNR short-circuits those probable outcomes, and some people prefer it that way. Now if I can figure this out, why can't Brass and Catherine?