Title: It's My Nature
Author: speed_cochrane
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Action/Drama
Characters: All characters from seasons 1-2
Summary: The team investigate a series of mysterious child disappearances when a break in the case points them in the direction of a former foe.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. No suing! >.<
A/N: This story takes place pre season three. I decided to write this fic so I could branch out a little from my current project. Besides, the writers' strike will have me wanting to keep myself busy.
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Fast. That was one word Horatio Caine would use to describe the city of Miami. The hustle and bustle was very remeniscent of the New York underground raves only these were at every block, advertised with large neon shapes, mostly looking like naked women or martini glasses and hyped up in a fashion that can only be described as simply 'Miami'. With every beat of the city, vibrance exploded into the atmosphere. It was a city where bright lights, celebrities, tricked out cars and beautiful women were seldom scarce. This, was a different heat than the temperature.
Sometimes Horatio became overly thankful for being placed on the Day Shift. Fitting in with the night lifestyle wasn't a desirable endeavour. He viewed a different Miami during the day, one where violence, gangs and delapidated communities shook the very fibres of the city. This was reality and not a drug-induced fantasty that the night seemed to portray.
The Miami Dade Hummer pulled into Opa-locka, a city within Miami known for having the highest violent crime rate in the United States. The Arabian nights theme decked around each building seemed to contradict with beauty and grace. However this beauty was devestatingly interrupted when the Hummer rolled to a stop on a small driveway facing a dirty cracker-box looking home.
Horatio exited his Hummer and met up with Yelina Salas who was standing behind the yellow tape guarding what was to be exposed by Horatio and his team in minutes.
"What have we got?" He asked, already pulling on a pair of latex gloves. The smell of recently brewed coffee flooded the area and was especially appealing to Horatio as a cup on the way would have made this easier.
"Mariela Diaz called in her daughter missing from her room two hours ago, a...Benita Diaz, seven years old." She explained briskly, not even needing a pad of paper for reference. Child abductions on this side of town were all too prevelant and the odds of finding the child were very slim, even Horatio knew that.
"Anyone talk to the mother?" He asked. Yelina nodded and turned her body slightly to reveal an older woman conversing with two patrol officers. Each of them had pens and papers, all the while trying to make out enough information through the woman's sobs.
Yelina turned her attention back to Horatio who was now looking upward at the large oval windows that inside harboured the only witness they had.
Calleigh Duquesne walked slowly into the child's bedroom, camera draped around her neck. Her crisp green eyes grazed every detail of the room before she started inward. The area was fairly large yet contained the normal items to be found in any small girl's room. A bed, dresser, toy box and an armada of stuffed animals. Calleigh observed the blanket on the bed had been pulled back, and took several photos of it.
She suddenly heard footsteps and the clink of metal near the door. Eric Delko and Calleigh exchanged glances for what seemed like minutes. Finally, Eric broke from his gaze.
"These cases never get easier." He stated as he opened his kit to reveal the fingerprint items. Eric made his way to the window, sure of himself that this was the easiest point of entry. The large plumes of the brush swept past the cracked lime green edges under the window.
"Got some partials here." Delko exclaimed dryly. Calleigh walked over and observed them for herself. "That's great but I have shoe treads." She retorted with an all too gleeful tone and smile. Eric laughed in response. It had always amazed him how she could light up a room even in the midst of the horror they view each day. Delko moved away from the window to get a better look at what Calleigh had described; Shoe treads. The female CSI's smile faded with her analysis of her findings.
"The only problem with these treads is they're nowhere near the window. They come into the room, up to the bed, and double back through the same door." She explained. Eric scratched his head. She'd disproved his earlier theory. "So the kidnapper came through the house, not through the window."
TBC...............
Author: speed_cochrane
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Action/Drama
Characters: All characters from seasons 1-2
Summary: The team investigate a series of mysterious child disappearances when a break in the case points them in the direction of a former foe.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. No suing! >.<
A/N: This story takes place pre season three. I decided to write this fic so I could branch out a little from my current project. Besides, the writers' strike will have me wanting to keep myself busy.
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Fast. That was one word Horatio Caine would use to describe the city of Miami. The hustle and bustle was very remeniscent of the New York underground raves only these were at every block, advertised with large neon shapes, mostly looking like naked women or martini glasses and hyped up in a fashion that can only be described as simply 'Miami'. With every beat of the city, vibrance exploded into the atmosphere. It was a city where bright lights, celebrities, tricked out cars and beautiful women were seldom scarce. This, was a different heat than the temperature.
Sometimes Horatio became overly thankful for being placed on the Day Shift. Fitting in with the night lifestyle wasn't a desirable endeavour. He viewed a different Miami during the day, one where violence, gangs and delapidated communities shook the very fibres of the city. This was reality and not a drug-induced fantasty that the night seemed to portray.
The Miami Dade Hummer pulled into Opa-locka, a city within Miami known for having the highest violent crime rate in the United States. The Arabian nights theme decked around each building seemed to contradict with beauty and grace. However this beauty was devestatingly interrupted when the Hummer rolled to a stop on a small driveway facing a dirty cracker-box looking home.
Horatio exited his Hummer and met up with Yelina Salas who was standing behind the yellow tape guarding what was to be exposed by Horatio and his team in minutes.
"What have we got?" He asked, already pulling on a pair of latex gloves. The smell of recently brewed coffee flooded the area and was especially appealing to Horatio as a cup on the way would have made this easier.
"Mariela Diaz called in her daughter missing from her room two hours ago, a...Benita Diaz, seven years old." She explained briskly, not even needing a pad of paper for reference. Child abductions on this side of town were all too prevelant and the odds of finding the child were very slim, even Horatio knew that.
"Anyone talk to the mother?" He asked. Yelina nodded and turned her body slightly to reveal an older woman conversing with two patrol officers. Each of them had pens and papers, all the while trying to make out enough information through the woman's sobs.
Yelina turned her attention back to Horatio who was now looking upward at the large oval windows that inside harboured the only witness they had.
Calleigh Duquesne walked slowly into the child's bedroom, camera draped around her neck. Her crisp green eyes grazed every detail of the room before she started inward. The area was fairly large yet contained the normal items to be found in any small girl's room. A bed, dresser, toy box and an armada of stuffed animals. Calleigh observed the blanket on the bed had been pulled back, and took several photos of it.
She suddenly heard footsteps and the clink of metal near the door. Eric Delko and Calleigh exchanged glances for what seemed like minutes. Finally, Eric broke from his gaze.
"These cases never get easier." He stated as he opened his kit to reveal the fingerprint items. Eric made his way to the window, sure of himself that this was the easiest point of entry. The large plumes of the brush swept past the cracked lime green edges under the window.
"Got some partials here." Delko exclaimed dryly. Calleigh walked over and observed them for herself. "That's great but I have shoe treads." She retorted with an all too gleeful tone and smile. Eric laughed in response. It had always amazed him how she could light up a room even in the midst of the horror they view each day. Delko moved away from the window to get a better look at what Calleigh had described; Shoe treads. The female CSI's smile faded with her analysis of her findings.
"The only problem with these treads is they're nowhere near the window. They come into the room, up to the bed, and double back through the same door." She explained. Eric scratched his head. She'd disproved his earlier theory. "So the kidnapper came through the house, not through the window."
TBC...............