I don't think I've ever been this excited to write another chapter.
I Don't Want To Know Why
AV Lab
Calleigh: *walks in, smiles* Hey welcome back.
Speed: Yeah.
Calleigh: *sits* What are you workin' on?
Speed: A case.
Calleigh: *laughs* Well I can see that. What's this?
Speed: A key.
Calleigh: For what?
Speed: I don't know. That's why I'm in here.
Calleigh: What are these numbers?
Speed: They're the numbers of a safety deposit box. I'm going to track it down.
Calleigh: ...You see her body?
Speed: *typing* Yeah.
Calleigh: How did it look?
Speed: *frowns* Dead.
Calleigh: I'm sorry, I'm just...Overly curious about everything.
Speed: Yeah.
Calleigh: I'm sorry.
Computer beeps
Calleigh: You got somethin'?
Speed: *clicks mouse* Yeah. Location on the safety deposit box. It's registered in Miami Beach.
Calleigh: Yeah I heard about that place. They were going to tear it down a few years ago because it was so badly damaged by the hurricanes we've been having.
Speed: Yeah. And only the richest people have things stored there.
Calleigh: So how did Katie get a box?
Speed: That's what I want to know. The box was first logged...Two months ago.
Calleigh: Two months ago? That was...A few days before she was killed.
Speed: Yeah.
Calleigh: She never mentioned anything to you?
Speed: No.
Calleigh: So go open the box.
Speed: I intend to.
Miami Beach
Guy: Hey can I help you?
Speed: I need to open this box. *puts down key*
Guy: That's number 1701. At the back of the facility. *laughs* Dude the only people who store something that far back have more money than Elton John.
Speed: That's exactly why I need you to open it.
Guy: Sorry, you don't look like you'd own that kind of property. No offense.
Speed: *lifts badge* None taken.
Guy: ...Right this way officer.
Back of room
Guy: So who's was it?
Speed: It's none of your business.
Guy: Fine, I'll look up the records.
Speed: You do that. *opens box*
Guy: Whoa. That's...A lot of credit cards.
Speed: *pulls out latex gloves*
Guy: ...She had badges in there?
Speed: *confused look* What the hell? *lifts badge*
Guy: What's so special about that?
Speed: ...It's an FBI badge.
Guy: So?
Speed: So you didn't see this, and if anyone comes in here wearing an over-priced suit, don't let them back here and don't open your mouth.
Guy: You got it.
Speed: Thanks.
Guy: *leaves*
Speed: *frowns*
[FLASHBACK]
Mexico
Cop: Victim's family probably wouldn't want you diggin' her up.
Speed: Probably not.
[FLASHBACK TO PRESENT]
Speed: *gets out cellphone*
Lab
Delko: *opens phone* Yeah, Eric Delko.
Speed: Eric, we have a problem.
Delko: What do you mean?
Speed: Find Alexx, and tell her I'd like to have a word with her.
Delko: What's going on?
Speed: Don't tell Horatio any of this.
Delko: Yeah, fine but would you mind telling
me?
Speed: She's not dead.
Delko: ....
Speed: Eric...
Delko: You saw the body at the original crime scene.
Speed: Yeah for about five minutes.
Delko: Uh, look maybe I should tell Ho-
Speed: No. You're not going to say a thing.
Delko: Horatio didn't tell me anything about this.
Speed: I'm guessing he only told you what you needed to know.
Delko: Yeah and he didn't say anything about her being alive.
Speed: What
did he say?
Delko: He said Trevor...Was at the scene for a different reason other than murder, and that the rest was confidential.
Speed: Okay. I'll go find H, you grill Alexx about it.
Delko: Sure.
Speed: Thanks.
Delko: *closes phone*
Miami Beach
Speed: *looks around*
TBC.........