A/N: I hope you like the first chapter and I'll try to update when I can.

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI: Miami or the characters associated with the show, I only own OC Anna Matthews. The story is written in her point of view.

Chapter 1

The smell of death hit me like a ton of bricks when I walked through the door. Proof of the crime committed within these cream colored walls. The living room of the medium sized apartment was crawling with police officers and crime scene personal. I made my way across the room, crime scene kit in hand.

The medical examiner, Dr. Alexx Woods, an attractive African American woman was kneeling beside the corpse of a young male. The victim had short blonde hair and dull blue eyes that were now lifeless. He was laying face up in a pool of blood, his head titled to the side slightly.

Lieutenant Horatio Caine stood in front of the medical examiner, his hands on his hips in his trademark sideways stance. I approached the pair, my heart racing at the sight of him. The redheaded lieutenant was wearing a black tailored suit with a blue pinstriped dress shirt underneath. He was lean and tall, standing at 6 feet. He looked over at me, nodding his head in greeting.

I simply smiled back and placed my crime scene kit onto the hardwood floor. I opened my kit retrieving my camera and gloves while listening to Horatio and Alexx's conversation.

"Do you have an ID on the victim Alexx?" He asked.

Alexx dug into the victim's back pocket, fishing out a black leather wallet and a folded piece of white computer paper. She opened the wallet using gloved hands and glanced at his ID.

"Brett Thompson, 22. Poor baby, died so young." Her voice was soft and full of sympathy for the victim. That's one reason I liked Alexx , she cared for the victims and liked to speak to them. Some find that creepy, I disagree.

"Do we have a COD"? The redhead questioned.

"Gunshot wound to the chest, I didn't find any defensive wounds or bruises on his body but I'll know more once I get him onto my table." The medical examiner explained and stepped aside letting me photograph the victim's wounds at different angles. Alexx motioned for her blonde-haired assistants to take the body away.

I picked up the folded note resting beside the victim's wallet and carefully opened it. The note read:

"We cannot truly face life until we face the fact that it will be taken away from us".

- Billy Graham

This is only the beginning.

I photographed the note, getting Horatio's attention. "Hey Horatio, come take a look at this note."

He walked over to me and I handed the note over. His piercing blue eyes scanned the note silently. " Interesting qoute, the killer could be leaving us a message. Tell Eric to process the note for prints please."

"I'll tell him. But the killer might be telling us to watch out for more bodies." I stated, placing the note into an evidence baggie.

"I hope not."

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Calleigh Duquesne collected and photographed two bullet casings, placing them both into evidence baggies. The victim had been shot with a 9milimeter according to the bullet casings. The platinum blonde scanned the living room floor with her sparkling green eyes looking for any valuable evidence.

A wave of nausea passed over her as she rounded the corner into the kitchen. She froze in her tracks until the feeling passed. Eric Delko, a young Cuban CSI looked over at her from his spot by the sink with concern.

"Are you alright Cal?" He asked, worry creeping into his tone.

The blonde nodded. "I'm fine Eric, just feeling a little nauseous." She reassured him and herself. The truth was she had been feeling nauseous for the past few days.

He looked unsure but let the subject drop, returning his attention to his task. Eric knew she was lying to him about her emotions but he couldn't force her to open up to him. The Cuban CSI shook his thoughts about the blonde away but it was hard with her standing in the same room as him.

Calleigh surveyed her surroundings. The kitchen was small, the walls painted a cream color like the rest of the apartment. A photograph hung on the wall to her left of the victim and a pretty brunette. He had his arm wrapped around the unknown female's waist, both were smiling into the camera.

A small, black round table stood in the corner of the kitchen, the tabletop made of glass. She walked over to the table, her eyes resting on the beer bottle left opened on the table. Photographing the bottle from various angles, the blonde ballistics expert placed it into an evidence baggie.

"Looks like someone didn't finish their drink." She stated.

"That's not all the occupants left laying around." A male voice said from behind her. Calleigh spun around, coming face to face with Ryan Wolfe.

The brown-haired young male was holding an evidence bag containting a pack of opened condoms up. "Whoever was here last night with the victim left a mess."

Calleigh cracked a smile. "Time to find out who crashed this party."

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"Brett had a party here last night. He invited some of his guy friends over and their girlfriends." Samantha Thompson told Horatio and Detective Frank Tripp with a shaky voice. She was the victim's sister and had discovered her brother's body when he wasn't answering his cell phone. Samantha had long black hair that she kept in a neat bun, her green eyes were red from crying.

"Take your time Ms. Thompson." The tall Texan told her, his notebook opened to a clean page.

"What time did you find the body?" Horatio gently asked her.

The black-haired female wiped a tear away with her small right hand. "This morning at 10 a.m, I called Brett on his cell and he wasn't answering."

"Do you know anyone who would want to hurt your brother?" The redhead questioned.

She shook her head silently, the tears now flowing freely down her pale face.

"Thank you for your time Ms. Thompson and we're very sorry for your loss." Frank said flipping his notebook shut. The victim's sister walked away leaving the two men to talk privately.

Frank turned to his face his friend. "What do you think Horatio?"

"I think, He paused, "this is only the beginning."

………to be continued…