"I have to check all possible leads and you know that Horatio." Rick sighed as they stepped through the vault door at Dade Trust.

"I would not steal Natalia's necklace and you know it." Horatio said and searched for his safe deposit box on the wall.

"I would not be doing my job if I didn't search everyone's things."

"Job" my ass." Horatio grumbled and fumbled with the key for a moment. He pulled the drawer out of the wall and set it on a glass table in the middle of the room. Rick pulled latex gloves onto his hands and gently searched through the box, placing every item on the table. He looked at a photograph for a moment and concluded the woman in it must have been Horatio's mother.

"I'm done," Rick said after searching every different item, from photographs to old jewelry.

"Good." Horatio said and rearranged the contents. Both men jumped as the vault door swung shut and locked at the other end of the room. "Hey!" He yelled and pounded on the metal.

"It's sound proof Horatio," Rick sighed.

"Did you see who shut it?"

"It might have shut on its own." Rick said and tried pushing it back open with Horatio.

"Damn it all." Horatio cursed. "I guess we are in here until tomorrow." Rick stayed silent as he paced around the room. He walked over and sat down in a chair. After a few minutes Horatio joined him. Rick tried to use his cell phone but there was absolutely no reception in the room. He turned it off to conserve battery.

They sat in an awkward silence for what seemed like forever to Rick. He tapped his fingers on the table.

"Do you have a box in here?" Horatio asked.

"Yes I do, why?"

"Can I see it?"

"Why do you want to see it?"

"For all I know you stole Natalia's necklace."

"I did not steal her necklace," Rick sighed and stood up to find his box. Once he did he unlocked it with a small key on his key ring and took the box to the table. He had a few papers, a book, and old bottle of Jack Daniels and a colt revolver.

"How old is this thing?" Horatio asked and picked up the long barreled colt.

"It's an 1871, do the math."

"Where did you get it?"

"It's been passed down through my family for years. I have it so if I have any financial problems I can sell it for a good chunk of cash."

"And the Jack Daniels?"

"Who doesn't love Jack Daniels? It's an old bottle I don't want stolen. I could probably sell it for some good money as well." Rick explained but Horatio didn't completely buy it. He picked through some papers and pictures before finding a small jewelry box. He looked through ornate necklaces and rings and didn't find the necklace he was looking for.

"Were these your mother's?"

"And my sister's." Rick said glumly.

"Did she pass away?"

"Yeah, eight years ago. She was in Special Operations."

"I'm sorry Rick."

"It's not your fault." Stetler said and they were both silent as he put all of the items back in the box.

"I have been thinking that you should move to CSI Rick," Horatio said.

"Are you kidding me? Your whole team hates me for reasons that aren't my fault." Rick snorted.

"You are letting your degree go to waste."

"If I move to CSI I will go up to Tampa or Orlando."

"You don't have to do that."

"Yes I do, otherwise work would just be stressful."

"If you are civil to everyone, I think they can get over the past." Horatio sighed. "Just please think about it."

"Alright I will, but I'm not making any promises." Rick grumbled.

"Great," Horatio said. They sat mostly in silence for the next hour before the door finally opened.

"I'm so sorry Gentlemen!" The harried bank manager gasped. "The door automatically shuts after five."

"It's okay. We are in no rush," Horatio said with his usual cool control. Rick was relieved and walked out with Horatio to their respective vehicles.