Been busy with the baby, hope everyone enjoys Thirty-Four So far Calleigh’s been over the evidence in front of her three times, nothing new was coming up, that frustrated her. She sighed and leaned against the lit up table on her elbows and ran her hands through her blond locks. Her eyes felt tired, tired of just staring at the same thing for hours at a time. She heard a knock; she turned her head and saw Eric standing in the doorway with a coffee. She smiled at him and walked over and took the coffee from his outstretched hands, “Thank you,” she took one sip and she immediately felt as if she was in heaven. He nodded. “Found anything?” she shook her head. She set the wonderful liquid down and looked up at him, “I’ve been over this more times than I would like,” she crossed her arms over her chest and looked down at the security guard’s jacket, “Somethin’s not right.” “Cal,” he moved closer towards her, “Because of a gut feeling you’re straining yourself.” She looked up at him, “We might put an innocent man in prison for life,” she looked back down at what lay before her, “He’s got a fiancé.” He nodded, “I know,” she nodded, “Wolfe’s still not right,” she looked back up at him. “What do you want to do?” He shrugged, “Horatio’s been acting slightly secretive,” he watched as Calleigh bit her lip subconsciously, “You okay?” She was, she was just in deep thought, “I’m fine,” she took a step back then looked at him again, “It seems that the lab has a lot of secrets,” he nodded at her, “I think I might know someone who’s good at reading people,” he looked at her. “Who do you have in mind?” “A profiler.” He took a step closer to her, she seemed uneasy to bring up this topic, “Who?” She looked up at him hesitantly, “Your sister,” he looked more confused than ever, “Nirvana,” she paused, “Your sister is a profiler.” Truth to be told, Eric didn’t really consider Nirvana to be his sister; he’s only known her for about a total of four months. Every time he’d been around her, he wanted to ring her neck for being so irritable and rude. “Do we even know where she is?” Calleigh paused for a second, “I think she’s in New York,” she paused again then shook her head, “I don’t know, the mob would find her there,” he was about to say something else when they heard a door open and a young woman stuck her head through the door, she was about to knock, but when all attention was turned to her, she stopped. “Hi.” Nirvana. It was awkward for everyone in the room. Calleigh didn’t know if she had heard any bit of the discussion, she highly doubted that Eric did as well. Nirvana cleared her throat and stepped into the lab, “CSI Duquesne,” Calleigh raised an eyebrow, it was usually ‘Saratoga’, “I need a firearm,” there was another awkward pause, “Please.” Never in her entire life had Calleigh ever heard Nirvana McAlister say please. Nirvana’s dark eyes shifted to Eric, she nodded towards him, “CSI Delko,” Eric watched her left hand twitch next to her side. He raised an eyebrow. She cleared her throat again and stepped back, “Never mind,” she stepped out of the lab and started to head out. Calleigh and Eric exchanged glances at each other, then Calleigh looked out the lab and waited a few seconds before she found herself quickly leaving the lab and following Nirvana. The young woman was walking towards the elevator. “Nirvana!” she shouted. The woman stopped and turned. “Yes?” Calleigh caught up with her, “Follow me,” Nirvana nodded and followed without asking questions. Maybe the entire lab didn’t hate her, although, they really had no reason to. But she still couldn’t help but wonder that… … Eric sat in the break room nursing coffee in his hands. This whole case has been stressing him out. They seem to go somewhere, and then it fires. Wolfe is usually around whenever it fires or just goes plain wrong. He sighed and ran his hand across his face and looked down at the coffee in his hands. Truth to be told, he didn’t want the coffee. He got up and walked over to the counter and sat it down. He braced himself on the counter and looked down at the sink. “You okay?” he heard a sweet southern drawl from the doorway. He turned slowly and smiled. Calleigh, “You seem a little,” she walked over to him, “Disturbed.” He nodded his head slowly, “I am,” but then he shook his head, “I don’t know what to think, Cal,” her eyes softened. She put her arm on his shoulder, “Neither do I,” she bit her lip, “We’ll get whoever is doing this,” she was about to reach down to pick up his coffee when he reached out and grabbed her wrist gently. Eric brought her hand to his mouth and pressed a soft kiss on her knuckles, “Hey,” he smiled, “That’s mine,” she smiled back. … Lila Sharova walked through the parking garage, her boots clunking against the cement ground. A sudden wind came through, brushing her hair into her face. She slowly reached and pushed the dark brown locks out of her eyes. She stopped for a second and placed her hands on her hips. Her hands caressed the 9mm at her hip. She sighed. It was full of stress. She dug her hands through her jean’s pockets until she pulled out her keys. She pressed the ‘unlock’ button and the black Mercedes Benz blinked its lights in front of her. She smiled, she liked this car, much like the one she had in France, except back home, it was a much better car. Lila opened the door and slid in. She stuck the keys in the ignition and turned the key. The car roared to life as she pulled out of the lot and towards the sugar factory. Billy Gantry would be safe and sound soon. And so would Ryan.