Booo, defense attorneys stink, according to "CSI: Miami." It is so obvious that this suspect is guilty, but a meddling lawyer brings an ex-CSI guy to the "dark side" to protect someone's stupid legal rights. I hate laws! Look, they find the suspect in a swimming pool treading water in a cloud of the victim's blood. And, to really seal the deal, he says, "I didn't kill that girl!" Ah, but nobody said anything about a dead girl...YEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!!! Won't get fooled again!

So guilty, so guilty, so guilty. But guess who is back to complicate things for the good guys? Delko, that traitor. He's working for a defense attorney whose sole mission in life is to set criminals free in the name of injustice. Eighty percent of her dastardly clients get off. So let's get this straight: the suspect is covered in the victim's blood and his finger prints are all over the murder weapon, but that doesn't mean jack-doodly-squat to a defense attorney. Why do criminals get fair representation?!

Who cares about holes in the evidence? The suspect admits that he is homeless, but he was only crashing at the victim's place. His finger prints are on the knife because he was cutting a lime for a gin and tonic, and he's covered in blood because he slipped in it as he was running out of the house AFTER she was already stabbed to death. See? Totally innocent. They check the knife that was used to stab the woman like a million times, and sure enough, they find citric acid. (How would there still be citrus on a knife that was plunged into bloody flesh over and over again? MOVING ON.)

The suspect claims that he was asleep during the murder because he took a sleeping pill. But Delko busts him on it. When suspects dream part of their statement, they are usually lying. He asks the suspect to draw what he saw when he ran out of the house. Uh-oh! The suspect drew the scene from above rather than from his own perspective. That means he's lying, too, but that little tidbit is not admissible science yet. And while he finally admits that he has something to hide, he says he would rather go away for killing the girl than to reveal it. So mysterious.

Delko confides in Horatio that he has doubts about the case. Horatio sexily whispers that a forensics expert can't walk on a case. Horatio is a moral beacon for us all. Thanks to Delko's testimony, a judge in gleaming crystal courtroom that looks like it should be on Krypton says they don't have enough evidence to charge him with murder. Civil liberties stink!

But Horatio is unflappable. He just runs back to the crime scene and finds a ripped bra inside a couch. The victim was raped. But here's the problem: the murder suspect doesn't have a penis. Yep. No penis. He has AIS, or androgen insensitivity syndrome, so he couldn't have raped her. Everyone just throws up their hands because that somehow means he didn't kill her, either. (Huh?)

Whatever, they are going to drop the charges -- until Calleigh sexily whispers something about scrambled eggs at the crime scene. Thanks to a computer that is smarter HAL 9000, they match up another recent rape that involved eggs. That woman survived, and tells Calleigh and Horatio all about it. Turns out both victims let a creepy IT guy into their house. Never trust IT guys! He not only raped the women, he recorded them being raped -- and it turns out he had a partner. Who could that be?

After they catch the IT guy watching his rape movies in a self-storage unit, they nab Mr. AIS and he confesses in like two seconds, saying he and the other guy "completed each other...killing was the only way I could be close to them. Closer than sex."

Horatio always has to have the last sexy word, so he whispers sexily to the evil defense attorney: "So much...for your batting average." ZING!