The Las Vegas Crime Lab had changed again. Russell took a position with the FBI. Finlay retired to a small farm in Oregon. Morgan transferred to the San Diego lab to be near her mother. Even Hodges — the eternal lab rat — left to teach forensic science at UNLV.
Morgan, a CSI level III, was devastated. She threw herself into work, solving a cold case from 1985 involving a missing showgirl. The trail led to a retired casino owner who confessed on his deathbed. It was bittersweet justice — too little, too late, but still justice.
He raised a cup of bad coffee. Greg clinked his against it. And somewhere across town, in a quiet house with a garden and a dog, Gil Grissom closed his laptop, kissed his wife goodnight, and for the first time in decades, slept without dreaming of blood.
The Las Vegas Crime Lab had changed again. Russell took a position with the FBI. Finlay retired to a small farm in Oregon. Morgan transferred to the San Diego lab to be near her mother. Even Hodges — the eternal lab rat — left to teach forensic science at UNLV.
Morgan, a CSI level III, was devastated. She threw herself into work, solving a cold case from 1985 involving a missing showgirl. The trail led to a retired casino owner who confessed on his deathbed. It was bittersweet justice — too little, too late, but still justice. CSI Crime Scene Investigation Season 8-16 Compl...
He raised a cup of bad coffee. Greg clinked his against it. And somewhere across town, in a quiet house with a garden and a dog, Gil Grissom closed his laptop, kissed his wife goodnight, and for the first time in decades, slept without dreaming of blood. The Las Vegas Crime Lab had changed again