Disclaimer: I do not own CSI Miami. Anthony E. Zuiker and his team does. I do not own Power Rangers. Saban owns them.I do not own Sentinel. Pet Fly does. I own Sarra Torrens-Lee. Any songs I use I will list artist and song title. Now on with the Drama!

Rated: PG 13- Violence and Language.

Silver Daylight:

Ch 1: Silver Shadow:

There was a phone call from a team out in Miami. Sarra answered the call and talked to a man named Horatio Caine. "Sir." She said, as she looked at the time on her clock. It was late for her, and early for Horatio. "Sorry to be calling you so late, Lieutenant Torrens." Sarra smiled. "Its alright, Lieutenant Caine, what may I do for you?" She asked.

Sarra listened. "I was wondering if you would come out?" Sarra sighed. "What's going on?" She asked. He sighed. "There's a rash of murders in the last few days. There's been some talk that it is your area of expertise." Sarra sighed dramatically. "Alright Lieutenant Caine. I should be out there as soon as tomorrow morning. I need four hours to get things ready to come. There'll be a few bags, but most of that will be based on work." She said. He smiled. "Thank you Lieutenant." Sarra smiled.

"I will leave a message with the flight day and time. I will need a pickup." He smiled. "If I can't one of my people will." Sarra relaxed. "Fair enough." She said. Sarra closed her eyes as she heard Horatio Caine say, "Thank you for your help." He said. She smiled. "See you soon Lieutenant, things are never easy in Occult cases, so hang in there." Horatio smiled. "You too." His voice made her heart tug.

Sarra smiled as she shut the phone down. She set her alarm after she packed, and it took her a couple of hours. There were three bags, mostly work related stuff, and two bags for clothes. Including some party things, even though she didn't think she'd get enough time to party. One bathing suit.

She had made a couple of months reservations worth at a condo, in Miami strip, near the ocean as she made sure that her truck was going to be transported as well as her motorcycle. She had been living in the city of New York, visiting some old friends, so the travel for her and her belongings and her vehicles wouldn't be a hassel.

Sarra smiled as she slid her laptop and the programs for the lunar and sun cycles of the Aztec and the Howia. 'Maybe, just maybe this will give me advantage for some voodoun exploration, maybe some of the Cuban people...' She tapered that thought off as she shut down her mind as she hit the bed. She had her mail transferred to her place in Miami, had her bills all pre-set in her bank account so she didn't have to deal with that.

She made sure that she had enough in her account for the almost two months she would spend in Miami. She contacted her friends in Angel Grove. Tommy was contacted in Reefside, who'd smiled and said, "Stay safe Silver..." She smiled. "Stay safe Shadow." She called him and he smirked at that.

Sarra sighed. He signed off. "If you need me?" He asked. She smiled. "I'll hollar." She said. He smiled. "Good." She heard him say. "You too, O, no excuses." He smiled. "Get some sleep." He told her. She rolled her eyes. "Yes Mother..." He chuckled at that. Sarra smiled. "Night O." She said. He smiled. "Night Silver...sleep well." She smiled. "You too, babe." She said. He chuckled as she shut the phone off.

She slept, and it was well, for the first time in several months. She had made sure that she got her cellphone and laptop charged the night before, and took the chargers and set them in the laptop bag for when she was able to get her belongings organized. Checking her e-mail on her home computer before she left, and printing the ticket, she was able to shut things down and off within two hours of her being needed on the plane. She made it to the airport, and went through to Miami, without problems.

Miami was alright, and she didn't get dinged for anything, and she made sure she had a temporary visa ready for her in Miami, not to go through, but on the other side, waiting for her with her ride. She was let through, just fine and she smiled at the man that was waiting for her at the airport. Sarra smiled as she saw the man waiting for her. He had a sign with Sarra Torrens on it. She went up to him.

"I am Sarra Torrens." She said. He smiled. "Eric Delko." He said his Cuban features smiling at her. "You have things?" He asked. She nodded. "Aye. My bags." She said as she had them on a bag trolley. Her weapons went in without problems. Sarra got through to the car they had set aside to transport her to her condo. "My own vehicles are coming to me inside of a week." She said. He smiled. "Cool. What do you drive?" He asked.

"A Ford F-250, and a Harley Davidson 2500." "Lowrider." She said with a grin."Woah. If only my friend Tim Speedle was still alive, he'd love to coast with you." She smiled sadly. "Lost friends. Never easy." She said and clasped his shoulder with her good hand. He smiled. "Thanks." She loaded her things into the truck. "Lets ride." She said, and gave him the address.

He repeated it, and then she nodded. He smiled. "Get some rest, maybe." He mentioned. She noted it with a smile on her face. "Yes." She said. Sarra closed her eyes. He got her to the condo. As he stopped, she woke up. "Hmnph." She said. He smiled. Sarra smiled. "I am alright." She said as she took off her seatbelt. He smiled.

Authors Note: Bad babe!!bad!!!