So let’s get the storyline stuff out of the way before we focus on the CSI-related nitty gritty that I know we’re all really here for. In this week’s episode, Not Reese Witherspoon
goes missing from her college dorm room right as she is about to move out; much to the anxiety of her parents, who are soon bothering Grissom all up in his grill.
As usual, he doesn’t do much to help himself.
Dad: Dr Grissom, what are you doing to find my daughter?
Griss: I’m thinking.
Luckily there are an array of suspects for him to ponder, all of them types we have already come to know and instinctively distrust. There’s the smug frat boy
the arrogant sports player
my personal favourite, and one we haven’t seen for a while round these parts, the Speccy White Guy
and finally, a type whom we encountered only last week, the betrayed and angry wife.
Whodunnit? I CANNOT SAY but have a little wee think about the episode title and see where that gets you.
Meanwhile in CSI personal business, the team are modelling a variety of vintage looks which span the decades from 50s
to A SPACE AGE FUTURE.
Ahem. Meanwhile in hottie lust news, ARCHIE IS HERE!!! yeaaaaaah
and Nick is displaying arms of such well-toned beauty that they demand some popular appreciation.
Finally, in a devastating turn of events that I think is what fundamentally realises the theme of the episode’s title…