A/N: My very first CSI: Miami fanfic so any tips are more than welcomed and so are flames. Mostly tips.

Warnings: I'm really not sure if this counts as slash but Speed and Eric are dating so I guess the only warning is M/M. Any tips on this is more than welcomed because I'm sure everyone agrees with me that there needs to be more S/E stories. Also, I guess Speed will be a little OC in this one but you guys tell me if he is or not.

Disclaimer: ME DON'T OWN! Never have and never will.

The man looked down at his victim as she took her last breath before her body became suddenly still. He dropped the metal bat and let out a laugh as he walked over to a thick book and opened it to the where his pen had saved the page and started writing. He then closed the book with a sigh and turned back to the bloody and beaten body of the women he had played with for a week. She lasted longer than the rest but was sadden when he realized he wasn't able to use his new toy but he just shrugged and walked over to her lifeless body and picked it up, throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He walked out into the hot Miami sun and opened up the back of his van, throwing her inside before shutting the door and walking to the driver side. He drove the van down the dirt road, away from his hideout, and got onto the main road, heading to the nearest woods. As he drove, he remembered the reason why he was even in Miami and that made him drive faster, wanting to get this body in place so she could be found. Yes, he wanted this woman found because that means he'll be contacted. The one who had him locked away for thirty years. He pulled off to the side of the deserted road and got out, walking to the back of the van and opened the doors. After dragging the woman for five minutes, he found a clearing and threw her down at the base of a tall tree. He looked at his watch and had three minutes to get out before the high school joggers came by for the afternoon jog. He knelt next to the woman, upset that his pet had broken, but happy to finally be able to show the man he was back. He stuck something in the woman's pocket and then took off out of the woods to wait.

Horatio walked down the hall towards the Trace lab. It was a quiet morning and an even quieter afternoon. No calls on body dumps and he knew Eric was happy to not have to go diving. He told his team that unless they get an urgent call to go ahead and get caught up on some other cases that would be handed to them and not to rush things. To him, his team were the hardest workers Miami Dade Police Department ever had. They were so dedicated to their work and getting things done that he really didn't know how he could ever make it without them. He stopped in front of the lab and watched as Eric and Calleigh were laughing at something and Speed shaking his head and holding his hands over his eyes. He gave a small smile and walked in. "I see you guys are hard at work."

"Oh Horatio. You know how much we love to work," Calleigh said.

"And you know how much these two love to fill my mind with things I'd rather not picture," Speed said. "Especially this one." He pointed an accusing finger at his boyfriend and went back to work.

"Innocent until proven guilty," Eric laughed, holding up his hands.

"From what I was told, you're not so innocent," Calleigh laughed. He left himself right open for the comment and she even got a chuckle out of Horatio. "Anyway, are you boys going to accept my offer or not?"

Horatio raised an eye brow and wondered what she was talking about. It seems that ever since Speed and Eric had come out to them a year ago, his team has been getting closer and closer as time went by. Not that he minded but he also knew their young minds and was afraid to be asking the question. "And what, pry tell, is this offer?"

"I ask them if they wanted to go to the bar after work and I was going to ask you of course, but these two won't give me an answer." Calleigh put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot, waiting for them to answer.

"Speed, if we don't take her up on her offer, you know she'll be bugging the crap out of us until we accept," Eric said. He heard his lover sigh and nodded his answer. "Okay Cal. We'll come." He backed up when she gave a squeal of joy and turned to Horatio, who just smiled and nodded as his answer. He was going to comment on something when Horatio's phone rang. Holding up one finger, he watched as his bosses face went from happy to serious.

"We'll be right there." He hung up and looked at his team. "Looks like we have a case on our hands."

"Group of high school joggers found her a few minutes ago and called it in," Yelina said, walking Horatio and his team towards a large tree with a young girl lying at the base. "By looking at her, I would say she's been beaten to death."

Horatio nodded and stopped in his tracks and stared down at the woman before them. Yelina was right. She was beaten. He knelt down as Alexx started to examine her while the rest of his team did what they did best. He took in the back eyes, bruised lip and cheek. Her arms were all cut up and burn marks could be seen on her skin.

"Poor baby. Doesn't look a day over twenty," Alexx said, moving the woman's head to the side. "Marks around the neck indicate someone tried to strangle her. Either with their hands or a rope. Blood is still wet and fresh so I'm guess she's been dead for nearly an hour, give or take. Can't move her without more blood coming out of these wounds. Right arm is clearly broken, some broken ribs as well. Severer burns on her upper torso along with multiple bruises all over her body." She then held up the woman's wrist and showed Horatio a long cut along her vain. "She tried to free herself from whoever did this. Poor baby just wanted the pain to be over."

"Can we ID her?" Horatio asked. For some reason, this all seemed familiar to him. He watched as Alexx reached into the woman's pockets and then pulled out two objects from the right pocket. A wallet and tape recorder. He took the objects and stood up. He opened the wallet and took out the drivers license. "Rebecca Wing, age twenty-four and she's a local. Doesn't tell us what she's doing all the way out here when she lives further north of here."

"What about the recorder?" Yelina asked.

He looked down at the recorder, shaking a little. Everything was familiar to him and he was actually afraid to see what was on this tape, but he knew he had to play it. He hit play and listened as a familiar voice spoke out. To him.

"Good afternoon, Horatio Caine. Or is it Lieutenant Caine? I've been keeping up with the news and when I heard you were Lieutenant of the Miami Dade Crime Lab, I just had to send you a congratulations gift. Isn't she lovely? She lasted longer than the rest and her cries were like music to my ears. Thirty years is a long time to go without hearing the screams and cries of your victims as you slowly sink a blade into their soft skin. Thirty years, Caine. Thirty years in that hell hole of a jail you sent me to. If you thought I would sit there and learn my lesson, then you are sadly mistaken. It only made my obsession stronger. I did always love the way blood flowed from an open wound and the way bone and metal sounded. Some women look beautiful with bruises on their bodies, just like Rebecca here. My favorite pet. She almost won, Horatio. She only had to live for two more hours and then she would've been set free but I guess she just couldn't hold on. She even lasted longer than Mr. Wissman and we know how well he tried to stay in the game.

If I had known your number, I would've called you personally, but I guess I wanted to show you that I'm back and better than ever. What I've done in the past is nothing compared to what I can do now. So, until we meet again, Lieutenant. Let the games begin."

Horatio just stared at the recorder while everyone stood there staring at him. He collected himself and knelt down next to Alexx, and has calmly as he could, he turned his face to hers. "Alexx, could you please turn Mrs. Wing over so I can take a look at her back?" He waited for Alexx to turn Rebecca over and he lifted the shirt up, praying it wasn't there, but he was met with what he feared. From the shoulder blades to the hip was the letter "M" branded on her dark skin. He dropped his head and sighed.

"Horatio. Do you know what's going on?" Yelina asked, worried about her brother-in-law. She's never seen him like this before and one look at his team meant neither have they. "Horatio, who was that psycho on the tape?"

"Exactly that," he said, standing up to put his shades on. "A psycho."

Okay. So how was that for a first timer? Remember, tips and flames are welcomed.