I really need to start updating this more often.
Heh, yeah I'm trying to break away from the script format for a while and see what else I can do, whether or not it's good. Besides, with the strike, it's always fun to delve into the show on a different level.
Thanks for the review.
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Chapter five
Miami, a city that welcomes freedom and sunlight, adorned with tourists, music and lavish foods. However, things may appear better at a distance--something Horatio Caine recognized as he entered the medium-security prison that was to house Stuart Otis during his continued sentence.
South west Dade seemed particularily hot today and Horatio decided to remain indoors, surrounded by the bulk air conditioning system similar to the one used at the crime lab. Nothing too fancy, but did the job.
"Lieutenant?" A burly old man in uniform questioned as he neared Caine, his brow dripping of sweat indicating he'd been outdoors most of his shift. He handed him a small manilla folder. Horatio glanced down at it.
"I hear Mister Otis was to be transfered here yesterday morning." He exclaimed, flipping the page to reveal Stuart's picture. He didn't look much different, aside from the length of his hair, which he'd apparently decided to grow out a few inches.
The correctional officer nodded and wiped his brow. "States attorney had him transfered here as part of a new rehabilitation program specifically designed for convicted pedophiles." The officer didn't seem so convinced as he spout off the information.
"Hm, and I suppose Stuart was the first to agree." Caine answered, taking off his shades to get a better look around.
"Well if he did, we never got a chance to admit him. The bus crashed five miles up the road. Otis was gone when we got there."
Horatio gazed at the CO.
Convenient, he thought to himself. Why anyone would let a convicted rapist and murderer out of a high level prison system baffled him but the government seemed to have many a solution for society's growing issues.
"Okay," Horatio began. "I'm going to need to take a look at that bus."
Confusion, bewilderment, anxiety. Benita Diaz awoke to the smell of grass and trees with a hint of nectar. Ducks, she could hear ducks. She was inside a structure, but not near her house. She couldn't hear cars or children playing. Her surroundings were dark, but not too dark. She was able to pick out small crimson nail heads that poked slightly out of the wood where she lay. She sat up, her delicate eyes searching the room and adjusting to the newly discovered light that emanated from a slit up above. Were those stairs?
Benita stood and placed her hand on the cold swollen wall beside her. Her small legs were weak and shaking. How long had she been asleep?
Her thoughts here prompty interrupted as two doors swung open above, revealing the shape of a person. She squinted as the sun's rays pierced her vision. Clip, clop, clip clop, were the sounds she heard as the figure started down the steps.
Outside, a rush of birds darted past the area, frightened by chilled screams.
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Chapter six
"Got an ID on the victim from the bathroom stall." Alexx explained to Calleigh, who had just walked into the morgue. "Samantha DeHavilland, one of the kids on the field trip. I was able to ID her using dental records." As Alexx explained this, her vision was still on the child, as if speaking to her directly.
Calleigh placed on a pair of latex gloves and steadied herself for the coroner's findings. "Cause of death?" She asked in her usual cheerful manner. She did, however not feel a bit how she sounded.
"Cervical spine fracture at C4. Very common in strangulations or at least attempted strangulations, especially in children."
Calleigh observed the child's neck. It definitely looked out of place. "Could it have happened by accident?" She asked, knowing that no crime could ever be 100% predicted. There were factors such as how old the victim was, how the victim would react or not react, how strong the attacker was, what the weapon could have been and any other outside factors.
Alexx shook her head immediately. "A fracture like this needed some kind of force. And because the bones were crushed, it was most likely perpetrated by a strong hand. I'll be able to tell more after I get the subcutaneous photos back."
The blonde bombshell turned her attention toward the clothing lying on the table near the body. They were wrinkled and dirty. She grabbed them and a small magnifying glass.
"You find something?" Alexx asked. Calleigh nodded.
"Looks like some sort of vegetation. It could have been passive transfer from our bad guy." She then observed the evidence in her hand before gently placing it inside a small brown envelope. A small smile creeped onto her face.
"I'll get this to Trace for analysis. Thanks Alexx."
The clearly lit layout room buzzed softly just as Eric Delko snapped photos of Samantha DeHavilland's clothes. Calleigh had brought them there to be analyzed and Delko offered to help out which by all means meant that Calleigh was free to investigate other aspects of their case instead of being tied to a room and a table. She of course, feigned disappointment over this but Eric knew she was itching to get out into the field.
His cellphone suddenly started to vibrate, breaking the harmonious buzz of the layout table. Eric reached for it and checked the caller ID. It read
Horatio Caine. Eric lifted the phone up to his ear. "Yeah H, I just got started on the victim's clothes."
Horatio's voice clearly rang through the earpiece. "Great let me know what you find. I've also got something else for you." He stated dryly.
Eric nodded, despite Horatio not being able to view this. "Sure H, what is it?"
"I'm sending over a video tape I recovered from the prison bus, I need you to take a look at it when you've finished."
Delko's eyes lit up. Anything to get him out of staring at fabric all day. "Yeah, sure I'll have Tyler help me out."
TBC...............