Title: The Collectors
Chapter 1 - Meet the Montgomery's!

Summary: We are collectors Lieutenant Caine. We collect the very best of everything. That is why you two are here. When Horatio and Calleigh are kidnapped, will they escape their bizarre world? Will their confinement reveal something between them?

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the CSI Miami cast. You know the rest write (grin)? All other characters are my own. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. Thanks

A/N: Okay so not my first CSI Miami fic but my first DuCaine pairing. I have been a closeted DuCaine fan (more and more as of late) and a request from a friend for this fic has given me the courage to try to write this. But am very nervous that none of you will like it. I have held onto this for a bit but am finally taking the plunge to post. Please be kind and if you must flame just leave. Not sure how long this will be but hope you like what I come up with.

"MDPD's finest will be honored at Mayoral Function. Two of the Best to receive Top Honors." was the morning headline that graced the Miami Herald that Friday morning. The fanfare was lost on the highly touted group of Crime Scene Investigators; their day starting as any other would. Their leader and this right hand were to receive awards, a modest compensation for their hard work and dedication in the line of duty.

But as they gather at the crime scene, two other people also are present; two people who don't belong; two people who offered a little more time and attention to the glowing headline that helped to cement their nefarious scheme toward the two in the spotlight.

From the outside Sterling and Miranda Montgomery would appear a normal, wealthy, in love couple. Both attractive and well put together; seemingly having been blessed with it all as it were. But looks are deceiving. Underneath their brand name facade lies, murder, deceit, deception and betrayal. Their lust for revenge has been allowed fester for the past number of years and inculcated in them a desire for payback in a very twisted manner.

Society has pegged them 'art collectors'; always at the shows and snapping up only the best of any collection; having it on display in their well kept Miami mansion showroom. But society once again judges what merely appears to the eyes; never seeing the violent fervor that brews beneath the surface.

They have planned, waited and now it's time to act. Their scheme of revenge is about to unfold.

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"Sterling are you sure they won't see us here?"

"Relax Miranda, we are in the shadows. They won't know we are here. Ah here he comes..."

"Mmm Lieutenant Caine," her voice purrs, forcing her husbands gaze to offer a quick inquiring glance. "Relax handsome you know my heart is yours," she winks as her fingers tease his warm smooth cheek. She locks her mischievous dark eyes with his bright green ones and then slowly looks away. "But..." she starts up again as she turns her gaze back toward their new target; a man unsuspecting of the two people watching his every move intently. "He is fascinating to watch in action."

"He is the best," Sterling notes as they watch Horatio emerge from the hummer, instantly commanding the attention of not only those that work for him but also those that have something to offer in the way of information.

"And only the best will do for us," Miranda smiles as her fingers move a bit lower, coming to rest on the top of his designer named dress shirt. "I will miss watching him in action."

"We have highlight reels my love."

"That we do."

"And now the rest of the team," Sterling nods toward the two others that exit the other hummer. "Are you able to take your eyes away from him?"

"For now if I must," she teases.

"Well my darling wife, his partner is not bad either if we must play this lewd game of ours," Sterling continues to stare at Calleigh as she heads for her part of the crime scene to process before Horatio walks up to her and distracts her attention for but a moment.

"Which part of hers isn't bad?" Miranda counters.

"Jealous my love?"

"Hardly. You know what I am capable of," she teases, her voice, however, holding a firm edge that tells him how serious she really is. "She would never stand a chance in a one on one with me."

"So right you are my love," Sterling chuckles as his hand leaves the middle consol and rests on her thigh.

"They will be the perfect addition to our collection."

"Just too bad we can't take them now," Miranda pouts as she watches Horatio lightly reprimand someone who obviously didn't do the task to his liking.

"We could, but I thought you wanted them in their finest?"

"Well I am sure the Lieutenant would look good no what he was wearing, or nothing," she lightly giggles, drawing the instant annoyance of the man to her left. "Oh stop is it Sterling, have I ever been unfaithful?"

"Your love and devotion are without question my love; you have been the perfect wife all our marriage."

"Then allow me my sordid fantasy. I want him in a tux when on display for us."

"Very well. And I do wonder what the fine Ms. Duquesne will be wearing for us tomorrow night?"

"Something black. Seems to be her color of choice, but it just adds to her mystique. Who knew blonds could have so much depth?"

"Yes who knew," Sterling quips in return as his hand lingers on her thigh, moving a bit higher. "And everything is set, correct?"

"Milo knows what he has to do tomorrow night. Trust me my love by the time they figure out what has happened, it'll be too late."

"For them," Sterling finishes with a small chuckle. His hand slowly leaves her thigh, Miranda arching a dark brow in wonder.

"Now I'm cold," she offers a mock pout.

"Just wanted a few more for our collection. Is that okay?"

"Very well," she rewards him with a smile.

Behind the tinted windows of their luxury SUV, Sterling slowly pulls out their high powered digital camera and puts it into position; fixing the special lens that would take the shots through the dark glass of the unsuspecting couple.

"Mmm now they are sharing a moment," Miranda smiles as she watches Calleigh walk back to Horatio with something in her hands.

"I still think it's a rouse," Sterling sighs. "What if there is no chemistry between them? For them to truly suffer they have to care about each other as you say."

"See how he turns his body into hers?"

"So?"

"He's not only protective but offering himself, all of himself," she pauses as her hand comes to rest on his upper thigh. "To her."

"Is that so?"

"It is. She how his face softens, glasses come down so he can look her in the eyes? Not even Detective Tripp garners that kind of personal attention."

"Well I hope so, will make for a much more interesting display."

"Oh trust me my love, we won't have to worry about these two. They might hide it in public, but I am willing to bet unleash it in private."

"And when they finally come to realize their despair and confess their love..." Sterling's voice trails off.

"Their lives will be over," Miranda finishes.

"Revenge," he sighs. "We have waited so long. Any doubts?"

"None at all. I like our plan a lot better than some simple revenge killing or dumping their bodies at sea. I want them to feel despair!" Miranda's tone sharpens and her fingers tighten.

"Darling?" Sterling gently touches her ringed finger; fondling the opulent diamond on display.

"Sorry my love, but it seems we have taken forever to get to this day."

"We had to wait; had to wait until society had seen us as one of its own once again."

"And now we are here, no more waiting," she answers with a happier tone. "I wonder how long it will take them to figure it out."

"We have changed, even our looks, well somewhat," Sterling reminds her.

"I guess we'll just have to see if Lieutenant Caine really can work under pressure."

"Course he'll have as long as we want," Sterling chuckles. "And then..."

"And then they'll die."

Sterling offers her another perfect smile before he casts his green gaze back through the lens and snaps a few more images of the two sharing a brief moment.

"Ah see that," Miranda pipes up.

"The touch? So? It could nothing," Sterling frowns.

"At a crime scene? I didn't see him give any kind of affectionate touch to any of the others. No my love, passion is stewing beneath the surface for those two. Just a pity the rest of their team won't be able to share it with them."

"Yes pity," Sterling concludes, his mild laughter joining hers in the quiet confines of the dark luxury vehicle. "Yes I really can't wait to see their faces when they realize just what they're in for."

"Ah Lieutenant Caine you really are very transparent at times," Miranda chides. "Too bad you'll have to watch her die."

"You forgot slowly," Sterling reminds her.

"No, I just didn't say it," Miranda retorts. "I want him to know what it's like to suffer, what it's like to watch someone you love die before your very eyes and you are helpless to stop it or save them!"

"I promise he'll know that," Sterling agrees as they both look back at Horatio and Calleigh.

Both watch as Horatio's hand slowly retreats from Calleigh's side, back to his own as another MDPD CSI team member joins them, the moment broken but surely not forgotten.

"Have you finished everything for their new home?"

"A few finishing touches that I'll add when we get back," Miranda replies as her dark gaze narrows briefly at Horatio. But her few minutes of silence quickly draws his attention back to her.

"What is it my darling?"

"Just remembering. All this talk has brought up the past."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be my love. They are the ones that should be sorry. They left us in disgrace! They publicly humiliated us! They..." her voice dies out.

"They will be. sorry All that will pass once we have them," Sterling assures her.

"Do you think he'll remember us?"

"After this long and that many other cases? No my love, I'm sure to Lieutenant Caine we are just a file number that was closed after..." his voice trails off with a slight choke.

"I didn't mean to bring up the past for you either," Miranda quickly apologizes.

"It doesn't matter now. All that matters is what we have become to society around us," Sterling reminds her. "That is why this is so perfect. They'll never suspect a thing. No one will until it's too late. We have planned everything perfectly."

"Perfectly. What could go wrong," she echoes in a soft whisper as she gives him a soft kiss on the cheek. "Well do we have everything we came for?"

"That and a bit more," Sterling adds as he slowly puts the camera back into its bag and then stows it away for the trip back home. "And you? Are you ready to leave this place?"

Miranda looks out the window once more, this time watching as Calleigh offers something to Horatio and his face lights up; rewarding her with an elusive smile in the grim setting. Her eyes watch as Calleigh leaves but the smile on Horatio's face remains.

"Enjoy it now Lieutenant Caine, because as of tomorrow night, you and Ms. Duquesne will never be seen or heard from again. That is until your dead bodies are found; on display."

With a nod to her husband the dark luxury SUV slowly pulls away from the cub, blending in with the rest of the afternoon traffic; heading for home, a destination that holds both misery and death; along with one special room, a trophy room. A room where one large empty display unit was waiting to be filled by the twisted collectors.

A/N: Okay so what did you think? Did you like it? Did it suck? Like this intro? Want to know more about this twisted couple, who they really are? Their past motive of revenge and their plans for H and Calleigh? Want to see how they trap them? What emotions are revealed and what kind of escape plan if any our couple comes up with to escape their captors? Please let me know and please be kind. Thank you all once again!