"So, wot did you learn in Melbourne?" asked Grissom.

Leslie Kline looked slightly annoyed. "That's it? No 'Hey Leslie, how are you doing?' No 'Thanks for helping us out, Leslie! We owe you!'" Leslie turned to Brianna, who was offering the ex-mercenary a drink. "Thanks. Nice to know someone appriciates me."

"Fine," said Phil. "Let's start over." He cleared his throat, as if beginning some Shakespearian monologue. "Leslie, thanks for coming. You look great."

Miss Kline looked mildly impressed. "It's a start."

"Look, we just found out our robotic team member has a crafty criminal clone."

"Nice aliteration," said Leslie. Grissom laughed, until Phil shot him a look.

"Anyways, did you learn anything?"

Leslie sat down with the others. "Plenty. The cameras caught how the safe door was blasted open. The robot opened the door with a wide-beam laser projecter. From the tip of his tail."

"See?" said Brianna, adding jam to her buscuits. "The real Robo Squirrel would have used his flame-thrower."

"For all we know," said Grissom, "he might have a wide-bean laser project'r."

"True," said Phil, "but this doesn't help us figure out the story of this second robot."

Brianna looked at Leslie. "What did he steal? I can't imagine a little flying robot carrying bags of cash?"

"Oh yeah, I should have mentioned that." She pulled out still pictures from the security cameras, as well as crime photos from the Melbourne PD. "The safe actually led to the deposit boxes. The manager said he had been working at the bank for four years and no one had ever looked into that security box."

"Great," said Brianna. "Now we have no clue what he stole."

"Well, whatever it was," said Grissom, "it was small."

Phil and Leslie all watched as Brianna finished off the crackers and pickles...at the same time. "Heh heh heh...Brianna?" asked Leslie. "You counting carbs at all?"

Grissom only shrugged. "You get use to the grocery bills..."

Brianna munched aggressively. "Easy for you to say," she said to Leslie. "Six thousand calories a day. This is just my second breakfast."

Meanwhile back with the 'Brain Trust'...

"He needs multiviatmins and water!" shouted Tiberius.

"Robo Squirrel's Medical Reference Guide suggests orange juice!"

"Water!"

"Juice!"

Bruteforce grabbed the box of tissues. But it was too late. "Ah-choo!" Greenish-yellow mucas flew everywhere. Mostly on Robo Squirrel.

"Robo Squirrel does not appriciate snot!"