[A room, lit only by hobby lights. Tape cordons off the door. Pictures are being taken of the scene of the crime. CAPTAIN JIM BRASS looks on.]
Enter GIL GRISSOM.
'Well Jim, what is it this time?'
'Our old friend is back.'
'The carpet monster?'
'No, much worse...Liquid Cement'.
'...What happend?'
'Its a mess Gil...a cutting mat, not too old...its a mess. Got a pencil too...and a damn ruler. I've had to send a couple of interns home...its just too shocking.'
Grissom nods and takes his camera out, moving into the room and surveying the horror before him.
He snaps some pictures...[GRITTY MONTAGE OF PICTURE TAKING].





Grissom stops taking the pictures. He turns to Brass. I see our suspect didn't make it too far.'
Brass gives a wry smile, 'No, he likes to watch his handiwork...'

Grissom looks determinedly at the scene of devestation before him. 'I guess you could say this suspect has become...unglued.'
MUSIC...'WHO ARE YOU...WHO WHO WHO...WHO ARE YOU...WHO WHO WHO...'
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