Brass pulled into the LVPD parking lot after covering a 419 with Nick and Warrick in attendance. The evening had gone from bad to worse for the detective. The crime scene was a disaster zone, as far as he was concerned, consisting of a nut job that had apparently offed himself in a most interesting fashion. The poor sap had set himself on fire before jumping off a bridge overpass from northbound I-15 onto the Union Pacific railroad crossing at I-15 and Craig Road, where he was subsequently hit by an oncoming train. ‘Looks he covered all his bases’, Brass thought. While at the crime scene, which smelled like a bad BBQ cookout, Jim had been attempting to help Nick look for body parts when he’d tripped over a railroad tie and landed in a pile of goo that constituted part of the victim. A string of epithets was heard by Nick coming from where he’d last seen Jim.

“Brass, where’d you go?” Nick called out, sweeping the area with his flashlight.

“Down here, pal!” Jim replied as the beam from Nick’s flashlight revealed the mess he was sitting in.

“Crap, Jim, let me give you a hand,” Nick said as he made his way to Brass.

“Crap ain’t all I landed in,” Brass groused. His clothes were filthy from apparent blood and other tissue or fluid representing the victim’s hamburger-like remains.

As soon as he could he was out of there and headed back to the LVPD where he could at least get a shower in and change into the spare clothes he kept in his office. It was closer than his trying to head across town to his house to the same. He’d cleaned up as best he could at the crime scene but his clothes reeked of the victim.

Brass went to his office to get his change of clothes from the closet and then headed toward the staff locker room which included a shower area. He could not wait to hit the shower and scrub himself clean again as he was generally a fastidious person.

Upon entering the shower area, Brass stripped his clothes off and wrapped himself in a towel. The air was steamy already. ‘Some other guy’s in here ahead of me so I’ll just wait a few’, Brass decided. He suddenly smelled the fragrance of lemons which he was partial to as it was such a fresh clean smell. To his surprise he noted two piles of clothes on the floor by the shower, one for a man and one for a woman.

The silence in the shower room was broken by the sound of woman laughing and the lower tones of a man. The woman’s voice suddenly changed to a low moan followed by gasping sighs. Brass then heard sucking sounds and a lower-pitched groan, definitely coming from the man. The unmistakable sounds of frantic love-making could now be heard.

‘Someone’s gettin’ frisky tonight but who?’ Jim thought to himself, who was hardly a voyeur…at least not in this type of setting.

The sounds coming from the steamed-up windows of the shower glass walls again shifted as Jim heard feet struggling to keep upright on the wet shower stall floor followed by the thuds of two bodies sliding to the floor.

Trying to balance the desire to make sure the amorous couple were okay versus the fact it could be a delicate situation as to their identities, Brass coughed loudly to accounce his presence as he opened the shower door to find Gil and Sara in the buff in a tangled heap on the shower floor.

Struggling to control his laughter, Brass tossed the couple some towels for the sake of some modesty. Sara shot Jim a venomous look as she covered herself. Grissom just gave one of his mysterious smiles while looking like the cat that ate the canary.