Disclaimer: I do not own CSI, I do own a pair of homicidal socks and a homicidal chair and those, working together, will bring the real CSI to my house. Shame I won't be there to meet them….

Sunset on Biscayne Bay; waves crashing on the shore, the lit skyline of Miami off to one side.

A man and a woman run across the sand. He grabs her arm and pulls her around to face him; she struggles, pulling at her captured arm without effect.

"Is this what you want?" he growls. "Is this what you want, huh, skank?"

"No, please, don't, please…."

Deaf to her pleas he takes out a knife; the six-inch blade glinting red in the light of the setting sun, and stabs her, just below her collar-bone. He releases her arm and stands, catching his breath, on the beach as the woman stumbles into the waves. A wave knocks her into the water; she stands up, looks down, and screams.

"What do we have here, Tripp?" Lieutenant Horatio Caine asked as he slammed the door of Miami Dade's beige H2.

"Biscayne's got bodies piling up, our second vic literally stumbled across the first," Detective Tripp replied as they walked down toward the flood-lit beach.

"Two victims? I thought dispatch said only one?" Caine said as he negotiated a maze of wires and sound equipment.

"It did, they were filming a scene for that show 'Crime Wave' when that actress over there stumbled across the body in the water."

Caine looks over at the blond woman wrapped in a blanket, sitting on the hood of a patrol car.

"Have you talked to her yet?" he asks.

"Nope," Tripp said, also looking over, "I was waiting for you to get here."

"Good, Frank, very good…" Caine moved off to the surf where he could make out Alexx's crouched form in the last vestiges of sunlight shimmering over the bay.

"Who is she?" he asked moving to crouch beside her

"Poor baby doesn't have a purse or a wallet, I'll take a photo at autopsy; somebody's missing her."

"Do we have a cause of death?" he asked, taking a peek over the top of his sunglasses.

"I'll know more when I get her back to autopsy, but right now it looks like exsanguination from a transected carotid artery," Alexx said, tilting Jane Doe #5643's chin back to reveal a deep gash in her throat nearly six inches long.

Horatio watched from a few feet away as two aqua-smocked coroner's assistants wrapped the body from the beach in black plastic and hoisted her onto a gurney. Tripp was right, there were too many bodies on the beaches in Miami. I'll take care of you, he thought, as he removed his sunglasses to watch the last sliver of the sun slip behind the bay, dyeing the water a deep, blood red.

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