Nip/Tuck Nip/Tuck
ThresholdI'm glad I don't live in Miami anymore. Arthur Ramsey may call it the land of "babes, beaches and babes," but after living there six years, I can tell you from experience that the burg attracts disaster like Job. I once had to cancel a date with a great girl because of a riot. My sister was caught in Hurricane Andrew. Crabs dig tunnels under patios. It's always humid. And finally, on this show an illegal indoor rave led to the spread of the alien signal. I'd chalk this up to the infectiousness of rock and roll, except for the fact that DJ Karen Reynolds was playing house music. It's just 

Miami's luck that Karen's mix included a third-hand copy of the alien nutsmaker that she got from her brother on the cargo ship. Instead of providing the night trippers with a good beat they could dance to, it left them convulsing in a hospital ward. It also caused Karen to throw her drunk boyfriend out of her apartment window. (How did she elude the cops? Given her volatile state and her mutant strength it was just as well they missed her.) The signal also infected ATMs, credit card microchips, MP3s, cell-phone signals and everything else you can imagine. To prevent the signal from infecting the entire world, Molly's gang had this mondo gadget that looked like something confiscated from a Bond villain. With the OK from the vice chief of staff, Molly simply shut off Miami with the flick of several switches to to paraphrase Barney Fife nip the bug in the bud. I missed what happened to the airliner. I'm guessing it didn't crash because the gang was celebrating at the end. Apparently even JT was happily guzzling brewskis. Fenway and Molly were sobered by the failure of his drug to curb the virus in Karen's DNA. Her depressing slide into Regan McNeil territory offered Brent Spiner's testy biologist an opportunity to exhibit an emotion deeper than petulance. Good. The time was ripe for a glint of vulnerability from this otherwise lovable crank. This is also no time to get down on Peter Dinklage's Ramsey, whose sex-obsessed linguist proves with each passing week that little people can be as whimsically lecherous as anyone else.   GJ Donnelly

Numbers
The second that Don brought home the preteen whose mother had just been murdered, I literally thought, "Can we keep him?" I know it isn't as easy as adopting a puppy, but watching Don, his dad and Charlie all interact with this little man added such an interesting dynamic to this show. Sure, he's probably happy with his grandmother halfway across the country, but I think he would have fit in well with this boys' club. I did like that Alan said that watching Don with the kid gave him hope for future grandchildren. Let's hope so. Much as I love all the crime solving, it would be nice if the hard-working guys on this show had some fun dating games that didn't involve their cases or work. The case itself was very timely and ripped from the headlines again, but the math this week was so over my head. There were anomalies and imperfect equations with no clear answers. I don't get those kind of puzzles, I like the logic with one answer, I must have slept through the randomness class. Instead, I found myself wondering if real mathematicians still use chalkboards like in Good Will Hunting, or if in this day in age most of their stuff is done on fancy calculators, Palm Pilots and computers. Either way, I'm glad that there are people like Charlie out there to figure out this stuff and that I'm not the one having to do it. Angel Cohn