Promise This
Condo, Golf resort
Harold: *kicks Delko*
Delko: *lifts head slowly* Wh-...Where am I?
Harold: You're still here.
Delko: *looks at Harold* What the hell did you do to me?
Harold: You'll never be like us. You'll always be the lower class, no matter how hard you try.
Delko: What?
Harold: It's a shame that kid came across the resort. He wasn't allowed on the green. It's ours.
Delko: You don't own anything.
Harold: We had to get rid of him.
Delko: How?
Elaine: He jumped onto the fence, scratched his knee, and fell back down. We helped him up.
Delko: And poured bleach down his throat and everywhere else?
Elaine: Harold was going to set him on fire, but I knew it would lead back to us. Bleach would just disintegrate in the sun over time. So when he fell into the bunker, we dragged him out onto the beach.
Delko: Why are you telling me this?
Harold: Because you're going to die.
Delko: *stares at Harold*
Harold: *takes out large cord*
Elaine: He'll fight.
Harold: That's why I need you Elaine.
Elaine: *takes out needle*
Delko: What is that?
Elaine: A little sedative so you can't move as much.
Harold: *walks over to Delko*
Knocking heard on closet door
Elaine: *looks at closet*
Delko: *kicks seringe*
Elaine: Ah!
Harold: *runs to Delko*
Delko: *kicks Harold, stands*
Harold: *falls backward*
Delko: *punches Harold*
Harold: *falls down, passes out*
Elaine: Don't hurt me!
Delko: Get lost.
Elaine: *runs out of the room*
Delko: *runs to closet, opens it*
Calleigh: *falls out*
Delko: *kneels* Oh my God Calleigh are you okay?
Calleigh: Eric! *hugs Eric*
Delko: How did you end up in here?
Calleigh: *hugging Eric* I figured out what happened. I found the bleach. They killed him.
Delko: I know, Cal. I know.
Calleigh: Thank God you're here.
Delko: Did they hurt you?
Calleigh: They knocked me out and threw me in here.
Delko: But they didn't try to hurt you?
Calleigh: No. I think they were saving me for later.
Delko: Did you ever find the second part of the foursome?
Calleigh: I did, but I haven't talked to them. Apparently these people have a daughter who brought her boyfriend. Looks like she broke up with the boyfriend too.
Delko: What do you mean 'looks like'?
Calleigh: She came here, while I was in the closet.
Delko: Did you get her name?
Calleigh: It's Riley.
Delko: We should go find her while Harold's still out.
Calleigh: What about Elaine?
Delko: I-
Door opens, young woman walks in
Riley: *looks at Calleigh and Eric*
Delko: *stands*
Calleigh: *stands*
Riley: *looks at Harold* Dad? *runs over* Dad are you okay?
Harold: *moves head*
Riley: *stands, looks at Eric* What the hell are you two doing here?
Calleigh: Calm down, we're police officers.
Riley: I don't care. What the hell did you do to my dad? And where's my mom?
Delko: They...Attacked us.
Riley: What? What do you mean attacked you?
Delko: It's a long story, but if you'll come down to PD with us, we can explain it.
Riley: No. I'm not going anywhere.
Calleigh: Riley, I know this is confusing. But there was a murder on the golf course, and your parents are suspects. Do you understand?
Riley: So you beat them up? Yeah great crime fighting skills y'all have.
Calleigh: We were only trying to find out the truth.
Riley: Where'd my mom go?
Delko: She took off. We need you to go get her.
Riley: Why, so you can arrest her? I don't think so.
Delko: It could be a lot worse if you don't.
Riley: Look. I just spent 12 hours on a smelly cramped flight from Frezno, landed in the most humid state in the continental United States, was forced to play golf with my rich ass parents, broke up with my boyfriend, and found my dad beaten on the floor by Miami's finest. I'm having a bit of a bad week, so nothing could make it worse.
Delko: Could you please find your mom? We can end all of this right now.
Riley: ...Let me go give her a call. *walks few feet away, grabs cell phone*
Calleigh: *whispers* Eric.
Delko: Yeah.
Calleigh: Um, it might not be anything but...She looks a couple of years older than Lori was.
Delko: Yeah, so?
Calleigh: Her name's Riley...
Delko: So?
Calleigh: ...I don't know, maybe I'm crazy but...
Delko: You think that's the same Riley that died years ago in a car accident.
Calleigh: It wouldn't be the first time the wool was pulled over our eyes.
Delko: Nah, it's not her. It couldn't be.
Riley: *walks over* She's on her way here, officer...
Delko: Delko. Eric Delko.
Riley: What the hell kind of name is Delko? *walks away*
Delko: *tilts head* You might be onto something.
Calleigh: Yeah.
Interrogation room, next morning
Elaine: So are you going to arrest us, or what?
Horatio: Well that remains to be seen. You confessed to my CSI that you killed Cody Simons.
Elaine: ...
Horatio: We also aquired a sample of yours and your husband's DNA.
Elaine: Why did you even need our DNA? What could you prove with that?
Horatio: *places folder on table* As it turns out...You're not related to your daughter, Riley.
Elaine: Wh-
Horatio: She offered a sample as well.
Elaine: This is ridiculous. She's our daughter.
Horatio: DNA doesn't lie.
Elaine: We adopted.
Horatio: I checked your records, you've never adopted a baby.
Elaine: ...Alright. We found her on the side of the road.
Horatio: I had both of your medical records faxed over and it turns out neither your husband or yourself are able to have children, so here's what I think happened. You came to Miami on one of your many vacations during the winter. Your husband's a doctor, and probably had access if he wanted, to a paralytic substance. Small doses aren't harmful to babies, but enough.
Elaine: I have no idea what you're talking about.
Horatio: An autopsy wasn't performed, but there was a small injection mark in her arm. We weren't able to test the substance, but I'm guessing it was your fancy expensive medication. Which, by the way did a bang up job of hiding the fact that she was still alive. You stole her out of the casket.
Elaine: That's nonsense.
Horatio: We exumed the casket this morning and found it empty.
Elaine: *frowns* Who would steal a child? An injured child for that matter? Huh?
Horatio: You took whatever you could get your hands on. Car crash victim in a death-like state wasn't going to cause many questions to arise. So you took her back to California and raised her as your own.
Elaine: *leans back on chair* It's too bad you can't prove any of that.
Horatio: The DNA evidence alone puts her in our custody until we can match the DNA to her real parents. In the meantime, you're under arrest for kidnapping.
Elaine: What about the murder?
Horatio: I haven't even gotten to that yet so sit tight. *walks away*
Interrogation room B
Riley: What in God's name are you talking about! Of course they're my real parents!
Calleigh: DNA says they aren't.
Riley: *laughs* This is unbelievable. You took my DNA so you could test it, not rule it out. I've seen cop shows, I know how you people work.
Calleigh: We had reason to believe that you weren't related to them.
Riley: Why?
Calleigh: Well first of all, they both have blue eyes and your eyes are light brown. It's almost impossible for that to happen. And the fact that your DNA doesn't match them, was a dead giveaway.
Riley: So what, I was adopted?
Calleigh: We think you were kidnapped.
Riley: Kidnapped. Like, full on steal me out the window in my nursery kidnapped?
Calleigh: Something like that.
Riley: No, these people are my parents. I don't care what your damn DNA test says! I want to see them right now!
Calleigh: They're being questioned for a murder.
Riley: They didn't murder anyone!
Calleigh: Riley, I know this is hard to accept, but...It's the truth.
Riley: What difference does it make if I was kidnapped or adopted or whatever the hell happened? They've loved me, and took care of me. And in return I went on their stupid golf trip.
Calleigh: It's against the law to kidnap someone, Riley. You have parents, and it isn't them.
Riley: Yes it is. Being a parent has nothing to do with a blood relation. They love me, and I love them.
Calleigh: Your biological parents probably want to know what happened to you.
Riley: They probably think I'm dead.
Calleigh: Why would you say that?
Riley: Don't you think they would have come lookin' for me?
Calleigh: *sigh*
Riley: Say whatever you want. I love my parents.
Calleigh: *stares at Riley*
Riley: Can I see my parents now?
Calleigh: Your dad's out of the hospital, you can see him, he's here. But we're going to need to keep your mom for a while.
Riley: I thought my dad was wanted for this murder too.
Calleigh: We need more than my colleague's word, and right now we don't have enough evidence or staff to keep him here.
Riley: Can I go?
Calleigh: You can.
Riley: *leaves*
Calleigh: *shakes head*
PD
Harold: Riley.
Riley: *walks over* You okay?
Harold: A bump on the head from that stupid cop, but I'm fine.
Riley: *hugs Harold* I'm glad you're okay dad.
Harold: Me too.
Calleigh: *walks out of interrogation room*
Speed: *walks over* Hey where were you?
Calleigh: I was in his closet.
Speed: The suspect's?
Calleigh: Eric found me.
Speed: Oh good, I've been looking for him too.
Calleigh: Yeah he almost got killed by him.
Speed: *looks at Harold*
Calleigh: Um...And we found out his daughter was along for the trip.
Speed: *looks at Riley*
Calleigh: She's pretty.
Speed: *places hands in pockets* Yeah, she is.
Calleigh: Do you want to talk to her?
Speed: Why would I want to talk to her?
Calleigh: I don't know, you have an aversion to people or something?
Speed: It's not my case.
Calleigh: *shrugs*
Speed: What?
Calleigh: Nothing. Oh she's coming over.
Speed: *rolls eyes*
Riley: *walks over* Thanks, for bringin' my dad back and not arresting him.
Calleigh: *smiles*
Riley: I'm going to get him back to the condo. If you need him again, he'll cooperate with your investigation.
Calleigh: We'll be in touch.
Riley: Great.
Calleigh: OH! Have you met my colleague, Tim Speedle?
Riley: *frowns* No, I was stuck in a small room with you for three hours.
Calleigh: Well, here he is.
Riley: *looks at Speed*
Speed: *stares at Riley*
Riley: Nice to meet you detective.
Speed: You too.
Riley: *walks away*
Calleigh: I like her.
Speed: *stares blankly*
Calleigh: ...Tim?
Speed: *blinks* What?
Calleigh: You spaced out.
Speed: Um...Good luck on your case. *walks away*
Calleigh: *lifts brow*
TBC.............
Condo, Golf resort
Harold: *kicks Delko*
Delko: *lifts head slowly* Wh-...Where am I?
Harold: You're still here.
Delko: *looks at Harold* What the hell did you do to me?
Harold: You'll never be like us. You'll always be the lower class, no matter how hard you try.
Delko: What?
Harold: It's a shame that kid came across the resort. He wasn't allowed on the green. It's ours.
Delko: You don't own anything.
Harold: We had to get rid of him.
Delko: How?
Elaine: He jumped onto the fence, scratched his knee, and fell back down. We helped him up.
Delko: And poured bleach down his throat and everywhere else?
Elaine: Harold was going to set him on fire, but I knew it would lead back to us. Bleach would just disintegrate in the sun over time. So when he fell into the bunker, we dragged him out onto the beach.
Delko: Why are you telling me this?
Harold: Because you're going to die.
Delko: *stares at Harold*
Harold: *takes out large cord*
Elaine: He'll fight.
Harold: That's why I need you Elaine.
Elaine: *takes out needle*
Delko: What is that?
Elaine: A little sedative so you can't move as much.
Harold: *walks over to Delko*
Knocking heard on closet door
Elaine: *looks at closet*
Delko: *kicks seringe*
Elaine: Ah!
Harold: *runs to Delko*
Delko: *kicks Harold, stands*
Harold: *falls backward*
Delko: *punches Harold*
Harold: *falls down, passes out*
Elaine: Don't hurt me!
Delko: Get lost.
Elaine: *runs out of the room*
Delko: *runs to closet, opens it*
Calleigh: *falls out*
Delko: *kneels* Oh my God Calleigh are you okay?
Calleigh: Eric! *hugs Eric*
Delko: How did you end up in here?
Calleigh: *hugging Eric* I figured out what happened. I found the bleach. They killed him.
Delko: I know, Cal. I know.
Calleigh: Thank God you're here.
Delko: Did they hurt you?
Calleigh: They knocked me out and threw me in here.
Delko: But they didn't try to hurt you?
Calleigh: No. I think they were saving me for later.
Delko: Did you ever find the second part of the foursome?
Calleigh: I did, but I haven't talked to them. Apparently these people have a daughter who brought her boyfriend. Looks like she broke up with the boyfriend too.
Delko: What do you mean 'looks like'?
Calleigh: She came here, while I was in the closet.
Delko: Did you get her name?
Calleigh: It's Riley.
Delko: We should go find her while Harold's still out.
Calleigh: What about Elaine?
Delko: I-
Door opens, young woman walks in
Riley: *looks at Calleigh and Eric*
Delko: *stands*
Calleigh: *stands*
Riley: *looks at Harold* Dad? *runs over* Dad are you okay?
Harold: *moves head*
Riley: *stands, looks at Eric* What the hell are you two doing here?
Calleigh: Calm down, we're police officers.
Riley: I don't care. What the hell did you do to my dad? And where's my mom?
Delko: They...Attacked us.
Riley: What? What do you mean attacked you?
Delko: It's a long story, but if you'll come down to PD with us, we can explain it.
Riley: No. I'm not going anywhere.
Calleigh: Riley, I know this is confusing. But there was a murder on the golf course, and your parents are suspects. Do you understand?
Riley: So you beat them up? Yeah great crime fighting skills y'all have.
Calleigh: We were only trying to find out the truth.
Riley: Where'd my mom go?
Delko: She took off. We need you to go get her.
Riley: Why, so you can arrest her? I don't think so.
Delko: It could be a lot worse if you don't.
Riley: Look. I just spent 12 hours on a smelly cramped flight from Frezno, landed in the most humid state in the continental United States, was forced to play golf with my rich ass parents, broke up with my boyfriend, and found my dad beaten on the floor by Miami's finest. I'm having a bit of a bad week, so nothing could make it worse.
Delko: Could you please find your mom? We can end all of this right now.
Riley: ...Let me go give her a call. *walks few feet away, grabs cell phone*
Calleigh: *whispers* Eric.
Delko: Yeah.
Calleigh: Um, it might not be anything but...She looks a couple of years older than Lori was.
Delko: Yeah, so?
Calleigh: Her name's Riley...
Delko: So?
Calleigh: ...I don't know, maybe I'm crazy but...
Delko: You think that's the same Riley that died years ago in a car accident.
Calleigh: It wouldn't be the first time the wool was pulled over our eyes.
Delko: Nah, it's not her. It couldn't be.
Riley: *walks over* She's on her way here, officer...
Delko: Delko. Eric Delko.
Riley: What the hell kind of name is Delko? *walks away*
Delko: *tilts head* You might be onto something.
Calleigh: Yeah.
Interrogation room, next morning
Elaine: So are you going to arrest us, or what?
Horatio: Well that remains to be seen. You confessed to my CSI that you killed Cody Simons.
Elaine: ...
Horatio: We also aquired a sample of yours and your husband's DNA.
Elaine: Why did you even need our DNA? What could you prove with that?
Horatio: *places folder on table* As it turns out...You're not related to your daughter, Riley.
Elaine: Wh-
Horatio: She offered a sample as well.
Elaine: This is ridiculous. She's our daughter.
Horatio: DNA doesn't lie.
Elaine: We adopted.
Horatio: I checked your records, you've never adopted a baby.
Elaine: ...Alright. We found her on the side of the road.
Horatio: I had both of your medical records faxed over and it turns out neither your husband or yourself are able to have children, so here's what I think happened. You came to Miami on one of your many vacations during the winter. Your husband's a doctor, and probably had access if he wanted, to a paralytic substance. Small doses aren't harmful to babies, but enough.
Elaine: I have no idea what you're talking about.
Horatio: An autopsy wasn't performed, but there was a small injection mark in her arm. We weren't able to test the substance, but I'm guessing it was your fancy expensive medication. Which, by the way did a bang up job of hiding the fact that she was still alive. You stole her out of the casket.
Elaine: That's nonsense.
Horatio: We exumed the casket this morning and found it empty.
Elaine: *frowns* Who would steal a child? An injured child for that matter? Huh?
Horatio: You took whatever you could get your hands on. Car crash victim in a death-like state wasn't going to cause many questions to arise. So you took her back to California and raised her as your own.
Elaine: *leans back on chair* It's too bad you can't prove any of that.
Horatio: The DNA evidence alone puts her in our custody until we can match the DNA to her real parents. In the meantime, you're under arrest for kidnapping.
Elaine: What about the murder?
Horatio: I haven't even gotten to that yet so sit tight. *walks away*
Interrogation room B
Riley: What in God's name are you talking about! Of course they're my real parents!
Calleigh: DNA says they aren't.
Riley: *laughs* This is unbelievable. You took my DNA so you could test it, not rule it out. I've seen cop shows, I know how you people work.
Calleigh: We had reason to believe that you weren't related to them.
Riley: Why?
Calleigh: Well first of all, they both have blue eyes and your eyes are light brown. It's almost impossible for that to happen. And the fact that your DNA doesn't match them, was a dead giveaway.
Riley: So what, I was adopted?
Calleigh: We think you were kidnapped.
Riley: Kidnapped. Like, full on steal me out the window in my nursery kidnapped?
Calleigh: Something like that.
Riley: No, these people are my parents. I don't care what your damn DNA test says! I want to see them right now!
Calleigh: They're being questioned for a murder.
Riley: They didn't murder anyone!
Calleigh: Riley, I know this is hard to accept, but...It's the truth.
Riley: What difference does it make if I was kidnapped or adopted or whatever the hell happened? They've loved me, and took care of me. And in return I went on their stupid golf trip.
Calleigh: It's against the law to kidnap someone, Riley. You have parents, and it isn't them.
Riley: Yes it is. Being a parent has nothing to do with a blood relation. They love me, and I love them.
Calleigh: Your biological parents probably want to know what happened to you.
Riley: They probably think I'm dead.
Calleigh: Why would you say that?
Riley: Don't you think they would have come lookin' for me?
Calleigh: *sigh*
Riley: Say whatever you want. I love my parents.
Calleigh: *stares at Riley*
Riley: Can I see my parents now?
Calleigh: Your dad's out of the hospital, you can see him, he's here. But we're going to need to keep your mom for a while.
Riley: I thought my dad was wanted for this murder too.
Calleigh: We need more than my colleague's word, and right now we don't have enough evidence or staff to keep him here.
Riley: Can I go?
Calleigh: You can.
Riley: *leaves*
Calleigh: *shakes head*
PD
Harold: Riley.
Riley: *walks over* You okay?
Harold: A bump on the head from that stupid cop, but I'm fine.
Riley: *hugs Harold* I'm glad you're okay dad.
Harold: Me too.
Calleigh: *walks out of interrogation room*
Speed: *walks over* Hey where were you?
Calleigh: I was in his closet.
Speed: The suspect's?
Calleigh: Eric found me.
Speed: Oh good, I've been looking for him too.
Calleigh: Yeah he almost got killed by him.
Speed: *looks at Harold*
Calleigh: Um...And we found out his daughter was along for the trip.
Speed: *looks at Riley*
Calleigh: She's pretty.
Speed: *places hands in pockets* Yeah, she is.
Calleigh: Do you want to talk to her?
Speed: Why would I want to talk to her?
Calleigh: I don't know, you have an aversion to people or something?
Speed: It's not my case.
Calleigh: *shrugs*
Speed: What?
Calleigh: Nothing. Oh she's coming over.
Speed: *rolls eyes*
Riley: *walks over* Thanks, for bringin' my dad back and not arresting him.
Calleigh: *smiles*
Riley: I'm going to get him back to the condo. If you need him again, he'll cooperate with your investigation.
Calleigh: We'll be in touch.
Riley: Great.
Calleigh: OH! Have you met my colleague, Tim Speedle?
Riley: *frowns* No, I was stuck in a small room with you for three hours.
Calleigh: Well, here he is.
Riley: *looks at Speed*
Speed: *stares at Riley*
Riley: Nice to meet you detective.
Speed: You too.
Riley: *walks away*
Calleigh: I like her.
Speed: *stares blankly*
Calleigh: ...Tim?
Speed: *blinks* What?
Calleigh: You spaced out.
Speed: Um...Good luck on your case. *walks away*
Calleigh: *lifts brow*
TBC.............
