Now the three CSIs are poking around the nursery while a music box emits its toxic twinkle in the background. Warrick muses, "A very powerful and paranoid man. A secret this big? It would kill him if anyone found out." Gil rebuts, "I think it did kill him." Catherine wonders if they've moved back to the suicide theory; Gil figures they can collect evidence now, theorize later. Just then, Nicky crawls inside with a thrilled look. "Whoa! Who's your mommy? This is the true inner sanctum," he exclaims. That, or a field study for Freudian theories in action. As if to prove my point, Nicky is immediately drawn to a sweet pink shirtwaist that features prominent cut-outs right around the bosom. "Maybe we're looking for the hand that rocks the cradle," he muses. Catherine says, "I think that Bruce just wanted the same thing as every other guy...easy access." With such a fair and balanced philosophy concerning the vagaries of romantic love, it's a mystery why a catch like Catherine hasn't found her prince yet. Why, the looks on Gil's and Nicky's faces confirm that Catherine's lovelorn status is as much a mystery to them as it is to us.
The team continues to work the oversized nursery. Gil finds a drawer full of enemas and muses. "This could explain the repeated insertions." Well, now someone's going to have to call Brass and tell him Bruce wasn't a sodomite after all; he was colonic junkie. Warrick's found the electronics panel that betrays the room's original use -- as a panic room. Conveniently, it's got a hard drive, so it's logged the electronic sensor data used to see when people entered and left the room. Nicky holds up an enormous pacifier and says, "I just don't get it, man." Gil whips around and snaps, "You never had a transitional object?" Looks like someone's touchy about his binky. Gil continues, "A stuffed animal or a blanket?" Nicky, failing to grasp Gil's larger point here, says, "I had a woobie, but who didn't?" Catherine's got a look like: "Woobie? What, like Chewbacca?" Warrick takes the shot, though: "Is that the blue thing that's in your locker?" Nicky laughs and says, "Don't even..." Don't even what? Mock the woobie? Why? Is the woobie the one that kept the rage diary all those years? Must the woobie be placated lest blood be shed? Gil's nattering on about how transitional objects help with separation anxiety and Eiger probably never got over his separation anxiety. Warrick could care less about Eiger's hang-ups; he's more interested in finding out where you can get those size 5XL sailor suits. Gil's found a tag -- "Forever Baby. For the Child in All of Us." Catherine, upon opening a fridge stocked with milk bottles, asks wryly, "You think they do takeout?"