Now that Catherine was gone there was nothing to do but pretend to process the crime scene. Unfortunately a crime scene in a high traffic area means that people stand by and watch. This meant that they actually had to do something. They printed to print the park bench the evil Spork was on and pretending to take a mold of the shoe print that Doc Robbins had left in the grass on purpose. They also took photos, lots and lots of photos.

All this didn’t require a lot of effort and with the awesomely totally awesome Bobby Dawson (and the slightly almost cool Hodges) watching the passed out drunk Archie to see he didn’t make a fool of himself and embarrass the lab if he woke up, all they had to do was ponder their time from dumping the body to getting the crime scene and pretending to process it.

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After leaving everyone at the coroner’s van Brass quickly jumped on the monorail to go to the MGM. Then he walked through what seemed the never ending casino until crossing the bridge to New York, New York. He then jumped on the monorail at the Excalibur to go to the Luxor to eat some of their delicious buffet. Everyone knows the Luxor has the best buffet.

Brass wandered the various dishes set out at the buffet deciding what to add to his taco and roast lamb. He considered French fries but dismissed the idea immediately; he had his figure to think of. He finally settled on wedges and sour cream, at least that was semi-healthy.

He went looking for a table to sit at and an interesting sit came before him. There was Detective Vega sitting at a table alone polishing off what looked to be a very delicious piece of apple pie.

“This seat taken,” he asked, sneaking up behind him.

Vega jumped. “Captain Brass,” he replied, startled. “Of course not sir. Feel free to sit.”

“Thanks.” Brass sat down and began eating. When a waitress came around he asked for a delicious crisp glass of iced tea.

Brass and Vega talked of nothing and everything. They discussed some of the more interesting cases they had had in their time in the Las Vegas crime lab. When they talked of serial killers and some of the ways they killed their victims people at nearby tables got up, disgusted at what they were hearing.

Then came the moment that Brass was regretting. “I hate to tell you this,” Brass tried the Grissom pause for dramatic effect. When Vega looked annoyed he continued. “The evil Spork is dead. You’re the first one to know outside of the nightshift, a couple of lab techs and Doc Robbins and Super Dave. She was stabbed by one of Grissom’s experiments with a spork.

“That’s disgusting,” said Vega. “I can’t believe that the nightshift would carelessly leave a spork lying around where anyone could find it. Everyone knows the old folklore tale about the evil Spork who was stabbed with a spork. It’s the stuff of legends back where I’m from.”

“Yeseses…” was all Brass could manage. He carefully patted his upper lip with his napkin and finished his iced tea. He was just about to go get some of that delicious looking apple pie that Vega was eating before he arrived but his pager went off.

“That’s the call,” said Brass. “I’ll catch you back at the station.” As a sort of after thought Brass added, “Do you mind smuggling out a piece of apple pie for me?”

“Not a problem Captain. See you back at the lab.”

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Brass sighed at the memory then saw that some stupid tourists had their video camera out and were recording what the CSI were doing.

“Can’t have that,” thought Brass and he walked over to the crowed to confiscate their video cameras and any digital cameras they may or may not have. It was his only form of fun these days.