Under close examination the fiber appeared to be denim.
"So, what's the suspect's name, "H"?" asked Calleigh purposly letting his mind wander
"Wha?" said Horatio, apparently awakened from a zoned in state."
"Who is the suspect?" repeated Calleigh.
"Oh, um Carmen Pastin. Laycee Beacon, the prostitute, recognized her in the hospital by the shot in the knee, and just her looks." said "H" quite blankly.
"Oh. Has anyone talked to her yet?"
"No. We'll worry about that after this though."
"Ok..." said Calleigh letting the 'ay' drag off.
After they had finished examining the fibers the CSI's worked on the paper. On the backside they foound some indentations. Looking closer the indentatios gave them the address of 1437 Sweetberry Lane, and they left.
"Listen Milk, Macho, I don't really care. I'm hungry, so I'm gonna get some food. Want anything?"
Milo let out a little meep of hunger.
"Nothing? Are you sure? Ok! Less money for me!" he said with a smile as he left.
The CSI's arrived and found Milo alone and covered in weed.
"Awww! Poor Milo." said Calleigh as she went over to pick him up. As she started Milo let out an extremely loud MEOW! Alexx took a look. "Well, I'm a doctor not a veternarian but it appears he has a broken rib."
"So, do we wait for the guy to come back?"
"No, lets just worry about Milo's rib." said Calleigh as everyone shrugged and started to leave Calleigh pulled out a piece of paper and wrote and set it on the counter. It read...
Haha
We got the cat!
Nana nana na!