Thanks guys.
And I'm not sure if Kristin will be back. I haven't heard much from her, so I'll keep her out until I make some sort of contact with her.
Ten Percent Luck
[Autopsy]
Calleigh: So, what's the cause of death?
Alexx: Cause of death was asphyxiation.
Calleigh: From what?
Alexx: He suffocated. With this. *pulls out material from throat*
Calleigh: Fabric?
Alexx: I know. Not your average murder weapon.
Calleigh: So he was gagged.
Alexx: If we're going with the theory that he was kidnapped.
Calleigh: So he gets this piece of fabric shoved down his throad, suffocates on it, and then...He gets eaten?
Alexx: Tooth marks are human.
Calleigh: Why would someone eat him after killing him? Maybe some sort of...Fantasy?
Alexx: Well honey that's for you to find out.
Calleigh: Do you have time of death?
Alexx: Over 120 hours ago.
Calleigh: Five days? He seems to be in pretty good conidtion.
Alexx: Dust from the asylum partially mummified his corpse.
Calleigh: So our killer could be long gone by now.
Alexx: Who called it in?
Calleigh: Security guard.
Alexx: I did find a business card in his pocket. It's been water damaged.
Calleigh: Well I'll see if I can get anything off of it.
Alexx: I got his ten card and sent it upstairs for you already.
Calleigh: Great, thanks Alexx. *leaves*
[AV lab]
Calleigh: *walks in* Hey. Are you running the prints that Alexx sent up here? *sits*
Speed: Yeah. AFIS hasn't kicked anything out yet.
Calleigh: These are new computers.
Speed: Yeah miss priss jumped up the budjget with her magic grant.
Calleigh: Are you sure you know how to use these?
Speed: Calleigh, I've uh..I've done this before.
Calleigh: Oh I know, it's just that...Well you're more of a thinker, not a...Do-er.
Speed: I know how to use a computer.
Calleigh: I know, I'm sorry. You're very capable of anything that you put your mind to.
Speed: What's that supposed to mean?
Calleigh: Nothing. I was just...Making an observation.
Speed: *frowns* Well why don't you help me do this instead.
Calleigh: Alright what did you need?
Speed: For you to keep the thing that makes you expell words, SHUT.
Calleigh: My mouth?
Speed: Well you ruined that burn.
[Computer beeps]
Calleigh: You got a hit?
Speed: *types* Our victim is Tom Paisly. He's from Miami, lived in Biscayne, and disappeared over 10 months ago.
Calleigh: Alexx found a business card in his pocket. You want me to run it through ESDA?
Speed: Why are you asking me?
Calleigh: *smiles* You are the senior CSI. That's a...Big responsibility right? I mean, for such a capable man.
Speed: Are you hitting on me or making fun of me?
Calleigh: I have to go run that business card. *leaves*
Speed: *angry sigh*
[Random room in..The lab]
Delko: Hey Cal, is that from Alexx?
Calleigh: Yep, I was just finishing it up.
Delko: Can you get a name off of it?
Calleigh: Well it's a good bet that this card is over 10 months old so it's probably going to take a while.
Delko: Is that a filter camera?
Calleigh: *smiles* Only the best.
Delko: Natalia's grant got us some pretty impressive toys.
Calleigh: I'm sure we would have bought the new 'toys' sooner or later.
Delko: Yeah but this way we get it faster right? We can solve crimes quicker.
Calleigh: I'd rather it be done right, rather than quicker.
Delko: I was just saying.
Calleigh: So was I.
Delko: Hey, there's some letters forming.
Calleigh: Great, let's filter it out with the computer.
Delko: *types* I've got an O, I, C...A logo...
Calleigh: Looks like it says 'Miami' on the card.
Delko: Good, so it's local.
Calleigh: Can you filter out the grey? Maybe we can see more.
Delko: Sure. *types*
Calleigh: Wait, stop. I see it.
Delko: Yeah it's...Whoa.
Calleigh: This might be a problem.
Delko: So uh...Who do we call for this?
Calleigh: Don't call anyone. I'll take care of it. Go get a cup of coffee.
Delko: No problem. *leaves*
Calleigh: *dials cell phone*
[10 minutes later]
Horatio: *takes off shades* Tommy Paisly.
Calleigh: Horatio, your business card was in his pocket.
Horatio: He uh...He was arrested last year for obstruction of justice. The charges were dropped but I left him my card.
Calleigh: And now he's dead.
Horatio: And that makes me the only connection to this boy.
Calleigh: Did he have any enemies?
Horatio: Both his parents were abusive if that's what you mean by enemies.
Calleigh: He could have been a runaway.
Horatio: Not this kid. The last time I saw him, he was beaten into silence by his father.
Calleigh: So he wasn't the type to run away.
Horatio: I don't think he was.
Calleigh: Did you want me to process the murder weapon?
Horatio: Which is...
Calleigh: Fabric.
Horatio: Fabric...What kind of fabric?
Calleigh: Neoprene.
Horatio: Neoprene, like the stuff divers use.
Calleigh: Or lifeguards, gymnasts...
Horatio: What color is it?
Calleigh: Black.
Horatio: Let's get over there.
Calleigh: Alright.
[Layout room]
Horatio: Now, you said this fabric was neoprene, and it's black right?
Calleigh: It doesn't exactly stand out.
Horatio: *looks down, turns over fabric* But this does, doesn't it?
Calleigh: Yellow, chalky writing. I can't make out the letters.
Horatio: What kind of divewear does our recovery team use?
Calleigh: Black neoprene with...Yellow writing.
Horatio: *nods* Someone killed our victim with the same diver suits that PD uses.
Calleigh: I'll talk to Eric.
Horatio: Good. I'm going to check the rest of the clothes.
Calleigh: Okay. *leaves*
Horatio: *opens box*
Natalia: *walks in* Hey, need a hand?
Horatio: Always.
Natalia: Are those the clothes from our victim?
Horatio: One in the same.
Natalia: What are you looking for?
Horatio: I'm not sure.
Natalia: Anyway I can help?
Horatio: Sure. Tell me what this is.
Natalia: It's a tire gauge.
Horatio: Mhm. What is it doing in his pocket?
Natalia: I don't know...He doesn't drive?
Horatio: Not that I know of. You know, this is pretty big. It's probably only used for bigger vehicles like a large SUV or-
Natalia: Hummer?
Horatio: Go take this outside and fit it to the Hummers. I want to see who was driving it.
Natalia: Yes Lieutenant. *leaves*
[Hallway]
Speed: Hey H, where are you going?
Horatio: I'm going to inform the parents. Would you like to join me?
Speed: Is there a reason for me to be there?
Horatio: Well unless you'd like to be cooped up here.
Speed: No way, I'm comin' with.
[Parent's house. Beat up old shack, weedy lawn, broken mailbox, rusty truck out front]
Horatio: *knocks on door*
Speed: I can see why the kid ran away.
Horatio: *takes off shades*
Man: *opens door* You again.
Horatio: Jim, it would be in your best interest to let me in.
Jim: Alright fine, but you're not going to find anything.
Horatio: Is your wife home?
Jim: She went to get groceries. Who's he?
Horatio: He's a crime scene investigator.
Jim: *laughs* There are no crime scenes here.
Horatio: *nods* Not yet.
Jim: Are you threatening me?
Horatio: That depends on what I find out.
Jim: Is this about the complaints from the neighbors? They didn't see me drinking outside and they know it.
Horatio: This is actually about a murder.
Jim: Yeah? Who's?
Horatio: Your son.
Jim: Tommy? I haven't seen that little rat in almost a year.
Horatio: That's right, he went missing over 10 months ago.
Jim: Well I didn't kill him.
Horatio: *steps closer* You've been killing him for ten years, maybe more so telling me the truth would be a good start.
Jim: The last time I saw Tommy...He was telling me how he was going to start a new life and get out of here.
Horatio: Did that make you angry?
Jim: Yeah right. You think I wanted him hanging around here forever? The sooner he was gone, the better.
Horatio: Okay, here's what you're going to do. You're going to let my CSI take a look around while you step outside. How would that be?
Jim: Against my rights.
Horatio: We can always call a judge.
Jim: You got nothin'.
Horatio: Okay. I'm going to be back with a warrant. So don't leave the proverbial town.
Jim: Couldn't if I wanted to Lieutenant.
Horatio: Good. Come on Speed, let's head back.
Speed: You got it H.
TBC.........