It's daylight, and we can safely assume that at least one Las Vegas raven is circling around trying to figure out where the hell her nest went; the others all go home and take Chloraseptic after a long night of nevermore-ing at high-strung alcoholics. There is no going home for Catherine, though; she's sashaying into the morgue and telling David, "I heard you got to be a superhero today." "I consider myself to be a superhero every day," David shoots back. You know Emergency Backup David is hovering just off-camera and taking notes on How To Talk To CSIs. Anyway, Catherine asks David what he's got on "Our Lady of the Dump." He replies, "[Cause of death] is still indeterminate. Blunt force trauma is a possibility. She has some perimortem bruising around the left eye, but limb removal is relatively clean -- definitely post-mortem." Catherine notes that they have no arms, so no prints; she asks what kind of identifying characteristics they do have. David replies, "Second-degree midline episiotomy scar." Catherine notes ruefully, "Well, that narrows it down to more than half the women in this country who gave birth." David adds, "There might be one more thing -- at first, I thought appendectomy scar, but check out her x-ray. She's had surgery -- some kind of implant at the L4-L5 interspace. I'll know more when I open her up." Catherine tells him, "You're my hero," and then wanders off again.
Meanwhile, Nicky and Sara are sorting through the trash found around the victim, apparently under the theory that the proximity of the trash will pinpoint the victim's initial dump location. Nicky holds up a Tiffany-blue bag and comments that "she was buried with some very expensive trash." Sara lifts up one of her finds and points out, "There's nothing wrong with this frying pan. It could have gone to Goodwill or someplace." Nicky produces something: "Home pregnancy test. Better luck next time." See, he's assuming that the person who took that test wants to be pregnant; maybe the negative test is the better luck. Ever think of that, Nicky? Sara holds up a bag of produce and says, "Someone? Does not like frozen peas." Nicky reads a receipt and observes, "They weren't shopping at Costco. They paid way too much for ice cream." But does Costco stock the Ben & Jerry's Chubby Hubby? Does it? No, seriously -- I want to know. I've searched all over the place for it, and it's like the Bay Area banned it. Sara pulls up a blood-stained white shirt and says, "There's a good chance our vic was wearing this shirt." Nicky's had enough fun peeking into other people's lives vis-à-vis their trash, and decides he wants to narrow this down to a neighborhood. He reads off addresses found on mail and other items in the trash while Sara marks the location on a map. It's looking like we'll be taking a visit to 174 Storm Cloud Lane.