Murder at the Convention: ALL CSI:'s (An RP) **UPDATED**

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"I think I know what I saw Danny. There was 2 guys shooting at me. The second guy couldn't hit the broad side of a barn with his eyes closed." Danny said as he looked at his friend. "I'm scaried Danny. What if he finds out I'm not dead and comes back after me."
 
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Ryan nods his head not realizing it," ok H then I'll be seeing you later. Take care and I'll let you know if I find anything more out." He flips his cell shut and crosses his arms," ok Cal tell me what is so funny." He says in a demanding voice with a grin.
 
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Horatio slowly makes his way out of his house, not feeling up to wearing his usual suit jacket and slacks. He threw on a blue and white pinstriped shirt, and a pair of jeans (hottness!) and walked out of the house. He climbed into his personal car, the dark blue convertible mustang he loved so much, and drove off to his home away from home.
 
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Calleigh was still laughing about what Grissom said when Horatio called Ryan. After a few minutes he hung up, and Calleigh was still giggling, so Ryan asked her what was so funny. Calleigh shook her head smiling, "No, it's nothing." Ryan just sat there with his arms crossed, letting Cal know he wasn't going to let her get away with not telling him. Calleigh rolled her eyes. "Fine. Quote on quote he said he found 'something long, purple and shiny' under one of the beds in our room." She smirked at him and Ryan gave her a weird look. "It's not mine!" He still didn't look convinced. "Ryan, we're in a bulletics lab. You don't want to go there." She warned him, trying to keep a serious expression.
 
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Calleigh finally tells Ryan what Grissom found," no way." He starts laughing uncontrollably. She tells him it's not hers and warns him not to go there." He covers his mouth trying to hide his laughter," if it's not yours then who's is it?" He cocks his head grinning widely then his eyes get huge,” Sara’s…no wonder she got over me so quickly.” His hand slams back up to his mouth,” I didn’t say that.”
 
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Calleigh told Ryan what it was and he figured out who it belonged to. He said that was why Sara got over him so fast. Calleigh started laughing, "Ryan Wolfe, you are one of a kind." She shook her head, still laughing. She calmed down a bit and went back to working mode, "Now are trying to distract me from my work? Can't you see I have a bullet to compare?" She went over to Ryan and grabbed him by the arm, leading him out of the lab. "I'll see you later with the results. Oh and by the way.. I'd keep your mouth shut the next time your talking to Sara. Wouldn't want that to slip out next time would you?" She said smirking.
 
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I hope use all relaise I'm still finding it ver yhard to not let grissom dye his hair jet black and do the moon walk out of the room...... :D
 
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"What about Shane? He's still locked up, though as far as I know. Was there any record of him having any accomplices or anything where he might be able to pull strings as they say from prison?"

When his phone rang, Mac picked it up. "I can't talk too long, I'm at the hospital with Hawkes, but I want you out of that interrogation. I know you want this guy, we all do, but we have to stay hands off or it'll all be thrown out and he'll walk."
 
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Sheldon looked at Mac and said, "That's the SOB! That's who was the second shooter." He began to cry and shake. "He might come after me Mac." He said as he tried to look at Mac straight, but he was finding it hard as he was crying hard.
 
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Ryan can’t stop giggling at the thought in his head. Calleigh grabs him by the arm dragging him out of the ballistics lab. “Ok, ok I’m going.” He turns back at her,” I’ll take all your stuff to my room, um are you sure you don’t want me to grab that other thing for you?” He says with a grin while raising his eyebrows.
 
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Horatio arrived to the lab after what seemed like ages. He got out of his sports vehicle and quickly brought his hand to his mouth, practically coughing up a lung. He grabbed a convieniently located hankerchief out of his glovebox and stuffed it into his back pocket, leaving a little untucked for easier access. He continued making his way to the building, when he saw a dark figure duck around the corner.

"Who's there?" Horatio called out into the night. There was no response. He reached for his gun, carefully removing it from the holster, and slowly persued the stranger. He hoped the second shooter would be stupid enough to go to the lab, to try to mess up any evidence.
 
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Ryan said he would bring her suitcase to his room, but wanted to know if she need the other thing. She glared at him, "Yeah, I'm sure." She said sarcasticly. "Just go. Please." She joked before turning back into the lab to finally compare the bullet.
 
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Ryan rubs his chin, he can't believe he joked around with her about that and he's more surprised she didn't hit him. He heads to the hotel to try to retrieve her suitcases and to check on Delko and Greg's progress at the crime scene. He gets to the lobby and sees Greg standing not far from him but no sign of Delko.
He walks up to Greg tapping him on his shoulder,” hey Sander’s right? Do you know where Delko is?”
 
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Horatio slowly rounded the corner of the building only to stare down the barrel of a .22 caliber revolver.

"Drop it," the silohuetted figure ordered.

Horatio slowly bent down, the perp's gun following him until Horatio's gun rested on the ground. The man kicked it away. "Now... you're going to take me into the lab and let me clear my name, or I'll blow your freaking brains out. If anyone tries to stop us, I'll blow their brains out, then yours."

Horatio carefully stood up and started walking back to the front of the building.

The two men were next to a bush near the front, when a squirrel ran out in front of Horatio. Both men jumped, and Horatio quickly took advantage of the situation. He elbowed the man roughly in the gut. The man fell to the ground clutching his stomach. Horatio was about to attack again, when he heard the distinct shot of the gun. The sound of his voice cried out and it was less than a second later, that he felt the stinging pain rush to his left arm. He doubled over clutched the spot where he had been shot, grimacing in agony. The man who shot him, got up off of the ground and took off before anyone came out in response to the shots.
 
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Danny gently grabbed Hawkes' shoulder, trying to make the man lie still. "Calm down, Sheldon, you're going to tear out your stitching. We'll get the guy, don't worry," he said in the most soothing tone he could muster.
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Flack nearly growled over the phone. "Taylor, keep in mind I was one of the detectives hired to be undercover," he shot back, walking at a brisk pace down the hall. "I have legal rights at him. He didn't cough anything up anyways, and I'm outta that room. Bloody ready to wring his neck."
 
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