I realize that many peoople think the ending of One to Go was a) atypical CSI, b) a case of "jumping the shark," and/or c) an example of ruining a "perfect ending." I agree with the first two, though I still loved the episode. And, as for "jumping the shark," I feel compelled to remind others of the rather unbelievable things we've believed as viewers:
a) an exotic dancer becomes a CSI, and a damned good one at that:
b) an abused girl, who spent some time, possible the last third of her childhood, in foster care, also became a CSI (and a damned good one at that);
c) a deliriously handsome, super-smart, Shakespeare-quoting, gentle forensic entomologist has seemingly avoided serious relationships until his what? late 40s or early 50s?;
d) a man who grew up with only his grandmother, has a history of gambling addiction and drug problems, also managed to have a rather impressive career as a CSI.
I could go on (particularly if I discussed cases on CSI) -- the point is this: shows stretch believability and, IMHO, CSI has consistently done this so well that most of the time, we're hardly aware of what we're being convinced to believe. My favorite: what CSI would crawl through a sewer in a white tank top? Well, Catherine Willows of course? And follow it up with a near-kiss with Warrick Brown!!
If CSI really "jumped the shark" with "One to Go," at least they did it so beautifully that I'm just wishing that, damn, I had me a Grissom, particularly in a lush jungle. Monkeys and all.