TEXT: [EXT. LAS VEGAS CITY COMMUNITY (STOCK) - NIGHT] [EXT. EMPTY LOT - COMMUNITY -- NIGHT] (Brass and Sofia stand around a dead body while Grissom crouches down to examine it closer.) Brass: So, the gang unit says our D.B. is a sixteen-year-old Tyson Plummer. Sofia Curtis: How many holes in the victim? Grissom: I count four. Sofia Curtis: Eleven shell casings. Shooter emptied the gun -- so he was moving and shooting. Only hit the vic four times. Grissom: She talks to herself. Brass: Hey, it works for me. Sofia Curtis: Bullets that missed hit the outside building wall. (She turns and looks back at the gun holes in the outside building wall.) Kid 1: (o.s.) Hey, man, what ya doing in my back alley! (Greg is standing on the side mapping the area when the kid's shouts draw his attention. On the sidewalk, he sees two kids playing near the trash. One kid holds out his hand as if holding a gun at the other kid.) KIDN 1: Bang, bang, bang, bang. Kid 2: Man, you know Andre didn't cap him like that. (Greg ducks under the crime scene tape and makes his way toward the two kids who continue arguing.) Kid 1: Did too. Kid 2: Did not! Kid 1: Did too! Kid 2: How you gonna tell me? Kid 1: I saw him... Greg: Hey, guys, can I talk to you for a sec? Kid 2: Run! (The two kids turn, see Greg and run. Greg continues to walk slowly toward them.) Greg: I just want to ask you a few questions. (The older kid turns and bumps into the trash bin. He falls, scrambles to his feet and runs. Greg doesn't chase after them.) Kid 2: Yo man! Wait up! (The kids disappear down the block. Greg turns and sees something disturbing. He knee
SUMMARY:
Grissom and his team work on a case of a young boy found dead in a dumpster while Catherine and her team try to find out why an inmate was left brain dead after an action by police.