Sara is sitting in front of a terminal, reviewing missing persons records for a possible match to her Jane Doe and softly humming the lyrics to Blondie's "One Way or Another." Gil comes over and notes that she's working pretty intently, then decides to pull a managerial intervention, Grissom-style. "Do you have any diversions?" he asks. "Do I what?" she replies absently, not taking her eyes off the screen. Gil continues, "You max out on overtime every month. You go home and listen to your police scanner. You read forensics textbooks..." Sara turns to look at him and says, "Yeah?" Gil's reaching here, and he says, "Every day we meet people on the worst day of their lives. It's a lot to deal with. Anyone who's had any time on this job knows you have to have a diversion in order to cope with what we see..." Sara turns to look at Gil again, clearly unhappy with where he's taking this. Gil finishes by asking, "What do you do for fun?" "I chase rabbits," Sara spits out. "And...I read crime books. And I listen to the scanner." Gil nods for a moment, then speaks again: "You need something outside of law enforcement. Catherine has her kid, you know. I sometimes...ride roller coasters." Yeah! And Warrick has his gambling, and Nicky has his one-man call-girl outreach program and...does anyone else find it odd that Gil of all people is the one telling Sara to get a life? Anyway, the pot continues to assess the kettle, what with Gil asking Sara, "What do you do?" "Nothing!" she shoots at him, then tries to return to her missing persons records. "What do you like?" he pushes. She turns again: "I don't like anything." Sara sounds defensive and lonely there; it seems to get to Gil. "You gotta find something to like. You can't get too close to the victims," he urges. "She's special to me. I can't help it," Sara says, trying to explain. "If you don't find something, they'll all become special and you'll burn out," Gil counters. Voice of experience much? Gil leaves her with that thought, turning in the door to ask her to leave soon. She promises that she'll log off.
Catherine and Warrick are examining Hastings' bloody tee. The entry holes confirm David's observation; Warrick points out the gunpowder, and Catherine notes that it's unburned gunpowder, indicating that the gun was fired less than three feet from the victim. The powder doesn't reconcile with the widow Hastings' contention that the men were five paces apart when the gun went off; nor does it jibe with McCall's contention that he was five paces away when the gun went off. The two CSIs decide to go to the gun range and reconstruct the bullet and gunpowder evidence there, based on varying distances. The winning evidence indicates that the two men were about two feet apart when the shooting began, and closer once it stopped. Unfortunately, that evidence doesn't jibe either: why would someone run toward their assailant as they shot them, and how would they do it while being shot in the back? Catherine muses that she saw something in her forensics catalog that might help. Is it...a neat and tidy resolution to this subplot? It's 9:40, and I have another twenty minutes to recap.