Unfortunately after last week’s enjoyable smellfest this week’s episode is pretty mediocre. It feels like the writers (let’s name and shame: Elizabeth Devine and Andrew Lipsitz – both regular contributors) were more interested in the setup than in the payoff; unlike the tight theming of the previous episode, this time neither story feels cohesive.
That said, there are still some things to be enjoyed. This is CSI after all!
So, the main plotline begins with this guy, Cliff, aka ‘nose man’ (Sara), aka ‘the Schnoz’ (Grissom), ‘expirating blood from his nose all over his apartment walls to get back at his manager’.
Confusingly (disappointingly?), Cliff turns out to have done nothing wrong, beyond being kind of gross; but JUST BY CHANCE a crime HAS been committed in the neighbouring apartment.
Thank goodness Grissom is able to save face by stumbling fortuitously upon an unrelated criminal proceeding!
Maybe you can see why I wasn’t that overwhelmed with admiration.
Nick’s storyline feels similarly halfhearted. He and Catherine are, briefly, excited to be confronted with a scuba diver unexpectedly roosting in a tree. He’s the ‘rocket man’ to Sara’s ‘nose man’.
However, all too soon it becomes clear that the guy wasn’t scooped out of Lake Mead by firecopters (as Nick spends a few minutes energetically hoping):
rather, this is a much more straightforward story of Friendship Gone Bad.
Zzzzz! It’s like a less exciting version of the spontaneous combustion story from the previous season. With that in mind, all the excitement this ep does have to offer comes from the CSIs’ romantic relationships… and most of all, from Greg.
So: GSR alert as Sara ‘wipes some chalk’ off Grissom’s face, in a lingering moment of desire.
Unfortunately for Sara, she has to compete with this guy:
Griss: Either Paul or John.
Sara: A Very Important Beetle?
By the end of the episode, Grissom is turning down breakfast with Sara (AND NICK! crazy fool) to spend more time with his new friend.
Catherine meanwhile is pumping our old pal the district engineer for information (hahaha pumping BET THEY’VE DONE THEIR SHARE OF THAT [too far?])
and letting Greg off lightly when (in a moment of giddy madness) he refers to her as ‘Cat’.
Catherine: I’m going to forget that you called me that.
I love it when they flirt. But the best romance of the episode? One I promised myself I wouldn’t get involved in… come on people, SOMETIMES THIS STUFF JUST WRITES ITSELF.
Cath: I just talked with your partner – you’ve been working this case without me, huh?
Cath: Greg SANDERS?
Nick: Let go of my Greggo! He’s a CSI wannabe.
Let go of my Greggo? I LOVE IT!!!!!!
So. Good. (Anybody know the appropriate portmanteau for the Nick/Greg ‘ship??!)