:lol: Thanks for all the welcome backs.
It's good to come back and update. I was going nuts up in the mountains.
Everything's The Same
[Jail cell, Dade County Jail]
Horatio: *walks in* Mister Wolfe.
Ryan: *looks up* Mister...Caine.
Horatio: It's Lieutenant.
Speed: *walks in, Places kit down*
Ryan: What do you need that for?
Speed: Where's Trevor?
Ryan: I don't know.
Speed: Fine, where was he going?
Ryan: I don't know.
Horatio: *takes off shades* You both planned this, and he destroyed evidence in a murder investigation.
Ryan: So?
Speed: So stand up.
Ryan: Why?
Speed: *takes out swab* Open up. I'm sure you're used to it.
Ryan: *opens mouth*
Speed: *swabs*
Horatio: When was Trevor placed here?
Ryan: A week ago. He was supposed to be transferred to a federal prison but they were over-crowded. My cell was empty so they put him here.
Speed: *grabs ALS*
Ryan: What are you doing?
Horatio: Mister Speedle is doing his job.
Ryan: Why are you using that?
Speed: *frowns*
Horatio: We found blood in the woodchipper and since Trevor was at the scene, we need to confirm who's DNA it was.
Ryan: His DNA wouldn't be in here.
Speed: *stares at Wolfe, turns on ALS*
Ryan: Come on man, you don't need that.
Horatio: *looks around* Hey Speed.
Speed: *looks up* Yeah H?
Horatio: *walks over to wall, takes picture off wall* It's a picture of a woman.
Speed: *stands up*
Ryan: Yeah he brought that in when he got here. He was ranting about how he was going to kill her and stuff. I figured since he was in jail, it wasn't going to happen.
Horatio: Well he's not in jail right now is he?
Ryan: ...No sir.
Speed: *looks down* Oh crap.
Horatio: *looks at Speed* Oh crap? That's not exactly a forensic term.
Speed: *drops ALS*
Horatio: Something wrong?
Speed: That's Sandra Mullins.
Horatio: The bait at the FBI office.
Speed: Yeah.
Ryan: Yeah he kept saying she put him away and he was going to get her.
Horatio: I want you to tell me how he got out.
Ryan: What do I get?
Horatio: I'll put in a good word for you to your parole officer.
Ryan: He wanted me to distract the guard and then he grabbed his gun and shot him with it. Then we both ran out and he pushed the girl in after he paid off the owner of the woodchipper. He told me to wait out on the street for the CSIs and then he'd come back and destroy the evidence.
Speed: *frowns* And you just followed him like a good little boy right?
Ryan: I didn't think he was actually going to do it.
Speed: *grabs gun*
Horatio: Tim, get back to the lab.
Speed: ...Sure. *leaves*
Horatio: Do you know where he went at all? Did he tell you anything?
Ryan: He said it was an FBI matter and that he was undercover as an inmate. He said if I cooperated, he'd get me out of here.
Horatio: Okay thank you.
Ryan: You're not going to ask me where he went?
Horatio: Do you know where he went?
Ryan: No but I-
Horatio: Then have a nice stay. *puts on shades, leaves*
[Lab]
[Layout Room]
Calleigh: *looks up* Hey Tim. *smiles*
Speed: *walks in* Hey are these the pictures from the crime scene?
Calleigh: Eric just finished taking them.
Speed: Did we haul in the woodchipper?
Calleigh: Eric's processing it right now. We confirmed the finger belongs to Sandra Mullins, and the blood belongs to Trevor.
Speed: So she fought him.
Calleigh: It looks that way. Did you get anything out of Wolfe?
Speed: Just a headache.
Calleigh: *laughs* Don't worry he gives everyone a headache.
Speed: *frowns* Woodchipper huh? Trevor's a standup guy.
Calleigh: It's brutal.
Speed: How did no one notice two guys wearing jail jumpsuits running around South Miami?
Calleigh: Who knows.
Speed: Okay...Hold on a second.
Calleigh: What?
Speed: The owner said she fell in?
Calleigh: Yeah.
Speed: How could she have fallen in if Wolfe said Trevor went over there to kill her?
Calleigh: Well Trevor paid him off. The owner wouldn't exactly tell the truth about it.
Speed: Right, okay I should have known that.
Calleigh: Are you okay?
Speed: I'm fine.
Calleigh: Is this going to be one of those cases where you're going to run rough shot over the evidence?
Speed: No. And you know what? I'm not perfect. I don't know everything. I didn't speak with the owner of the woodchipper. You did. And you were the one who phoned me AFTER I caught Wolfe to tell me they had escaped.
Calleigh: So this is my fault she's dead?
Speed: *sigh* No. Look, I'm sorry Cal, I didn't mean to bl-
Calleigh: It's fine Tim.
Speed: I'm going to go check out the woodchipper with Eric.
Calleigh: Call me if you need anything.
Horatio: *walks in* Calleigh, status on the case.
Calleigh: Based on the pictures, and the gravitational droplets on the woodchipper, Trevor was facing East, and the trail of dirt leads back out to the road.
Horatio: So he headed back North. Okay let me know if anything changes.
Calleigh: I'll page you.
[CSI garage, 15 minutes later]
Speed: Eric what have you got?
Delko: I called you 15 minutes ago.
Speed: I was leaving the layout room.
Delko: It doesn't take that long to get down here.
Speed: Can you just tell me why you paged me?
Delko: I found crack.
Speed: Oh Eric I don't need to know about your sexual orientation.
Delko: *laughs* No, cocaine.
Speed: Inside the woodchipper?
Delko: Yeah.
Speed: Alexx ran tox on the body parts. There weren't any drugs in the vic's system.
Delko: That's because she wasn't drugged.
Speed: It also explains why she was able to fight Trevor enough to make him bleed.
Delko: That's what I got to thinking.
Speed: *crosses arms* That's a miracle.
Delko: *smirks* You found drugs on Wolfe right?
Speed: Yeah 5 pounds.
Delko: ...Yeah...And?
Speed: And...What?
Delko: Aren't you suppose to be the smart one?
Speed: Can you just tell me already?
Delko: I think Wolfe and Trevor did this together. The drugs probably fell out of Ryan's pocket when they both tried to push her in.
Speed: So the drugs place Wolfe at the scene. He lied.
Delko: Exactly.
Speed: Well that's something, thanks.
Delko: Whoa, hey where are you going?
Speed: Um...Away?
Delko: I'm not finished.
Speed: Well you stopped talking. Usually when people are finished speaking, they just stop talking.
Delko: I found a strand of hair on the woodchipper.
Speed: Did you send it to DNA?
Delko: I just did.
Speed: Good.
Delko: Are you okay? Your eyes are all red.
Speed: Maybe I'm allergic to the soap in your clothes.
Delko: I always wear these clothes. Are you upset?
Speed: No.
Delko: *gets out of woodchipper* You seem kind of hot. Are you sure you're okay?
Speed: It's 80 degrees outside and I'm wearing black.
Delko: I'm wearing black.
Speed: I have a low tolerance for heat.
Delko: You've lived in Miami how long?
Speed: I have to get back upstairs did you have anything else?
Delko: No.
Speed: Okay, I'll check in later. *leaves*
TBC..........
