Chapter 1:

Natasha Duquesne put on the final touches of her makeup. She looked in the mirror and rubbed her lips together. "Perfect," she announced quietly to herself.

"Natasha, are you ready?" Calleigh said. "I need to drop you off at school and get ready to go to work myself."

"Give me one minute," Natasha yelled. Natasha was Calleigh's sixteen year old niece. Her father, Calleigh's brother sent her to Miami to live with Calleigh. He wanted Calleigh to put her motherly touch on the girl as she had did for him and his other brother when they were growing up.

"We don't have a minute," Calleigh said, sticking her head inside the door. "You need to come now."

"Okay," Natasha dragged. She glanced in the mirror once more and walked over to the nightstand with her mom's picture on it. "I love you." She kissed the photo softly. Natasha's mom had died a year ago in a horrible traffic accident. Since then, she had become a problem child.

She finally left the room and walked out the apartment to the hummer. Calleigh was in the driver's side checking her watch and set the radio station. Natasha opened the door and climb in the passenger side.

"It's about time you came out," Calleigh said.

Natasha ignored her and started on a new topic. "It's Friday. Can't I stay out of school and visit your job?"

"No," Calleigh said simply. "You need to be in school."

"But I've been in school all week," Natasha protested.

"Well finish the week off," Calleigh replied back.

Natasha threw her head back in exasperation. "And what are you listening to?" She reached up to turn the station.

"Don't touch that," Calleigh said.

"Ahh, I can't do anything."

"You can sit back and ride," Calleigh said.

Natasha looked at her crazy. Calleigh looked at her and smiled. "Okay we're here. Have a nice day at school," Calleigh said. "And don't even think about leaving because I will call and make sure that you are in school."

"You don't trust me, aunt Calleigh?"

Calleigh smiled. "Just be there."

Natasha turned around and began walking in the school. She got close enough to the door to make it look like she was going in. She watched Calleigh drive away then she went around the side of the school.

"Hey," she called. She spotted someone in her homeroom. "Mark me present on the attendance sheet, okay?"

The boy nodded.

"Okay, thanks." She continued walking out the school's court way.

Calleigh was on her way to CSI when her phone started ringing. She answered it immediately. "Duquesne. Okay. Be right there." She turned her turning signal on to turn around. She was on her way to a crime scene. She got there as soon as possible and jumped out the car.

"Hey Alexx, what do we got?" Calleigh asked.

"Female. Late teens, looks like she could be 17," Alexx stated.

Calleigh's heart immediately jumped. "Do you have an ID?"

"Yep. Her ID says she's Breanne Washington."

Calleigh moved her hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ears. "Do you know how she was murdered." She shuddered as she spoke those words.

"Well I know one thing, she didn't go down easily. She has skin underneath her nails. She was strangled. I'll know more about her when I get to the post."

Calleigh nodded and went off to began looking for evidence on the crime scene.

Eric was also on the scene.

"Find anything so far?" Calleigh asked.

Eric turned around and smiled. "Hey Cal." Then his face got serious. "I found the victim's under garment over here under this tree. Tell me, what kind of person can murder a person in clear daylight and no one sees it?"

Calleigh's own emotion was started to come, so she began walking to look for more evidence. "I don't know, but we'll definitely find him."

Natasha had left school with some friends and with her cover, she knew nothing would go wrong. They sat at a nearby park and began smoking.

"I heard you're better than all the other boys," Natasha said to one of the boys. It was her, two other girls and two boys.

"Baby girl, I know you're new but let me tell you what I will do to you.." He leaned over and began whispering in her ear.

"Show me then," Natasha whispered seductively.

"Come on." He grabbed her hand and one of the other girls yelled out, "go do your thang."

The two of them began walking across the grass when a man stopped them.

"Hey, hey, you're walking over my crime scene."

"Dude, last time I checked this was a public park," the younger boy said. Natasha laughed.

"Well if you don't want to go to jail for truancy, I suggest you get off my crime scene right now."

"What's going on over there?" Calleigh said, getting up to see what all the commotion was about.

Natasha recognized her aunt's voice and tried to turn around but it was too late.