SEMINOLE WIND

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN EITHER SHOW(CSI:MIAMI OR NCIS). CBS DOES.

'It's good to be home.' That was the thought that kept repeating and echoing in Gunnery Sergeant Samuel Bearcloud's mind. See, GySgt Bearcloud had just gotten back from a six-month tour in Iraq. He was in the Marines, on leave, and had eagerly picked up where he had left off, as a tribal police officer. One more thing you should know is that Samuel was a full-blooded Seminole, known throughout the Marine Corps as "Coyote" for his tracking skill. Samuel had just walked into his home when his phone rang.

"Hello, this is Samuel Bearcloud."

"Mr. Bearcloud? This is Thomas Denvers with the Bureau of Indian Affairs. We here at BIA have been going over original tribal lands for several tribes on the East Coast, the Seminoles included. It seems that there are several hundred acres on the original map, that has not been claimed by anyone. The land has been examined, and it is perceived that it is quality land."

"Well, why are you telling me this? I am not in charge of tribal land."

"Yes, well the number of the person in charge of tribal lands on your end was not listed."

GySgt Bearcloud became suspicious suddenly. "Okay, well, I can bring this information before the tribal council at the next meeting. Do you have a number where I can reach you?"

"Just dial the BIA and ask for me." Now Samuel was even more suspicious. He decided to bring in some help on this. He calls the Miami-Dade Crime Lab. Paula, the receptionist answers. "Hello, this is the Miami-Dade Crime Lab. How may I help you?"

"My name is Gunnery Sergeant Samuel Bearcloud. I am looking for a CSI by the name of Jesse Thunder."

"CSI Thunder should be clocking out any minute now. Let me page him." Paula dials the number for Jesse's pager, and it goes off while Jesse is talking to Eric.

"Hey Jesse, I need some help man."

"Eric, what's up? Everything okay?"

"Yeah but-" Now comes the pager. "But what? We can talk on the way to the desk."

"Okay. It's about Calleigh. When she almost died after that fire, in that hospital not breathing, all the doctors swarming around her, I felt like I was being ripped apart. I'm not sure I can go through that again without her knowing how I feel about her."

"Just tell her man. I know it seems like it's something that is so hard to do, but you have to do it. You might not get a second chance. I doubt Calleigh has left yet, so just go wait by the locker room. Talk with her, invite her over for dinner sometime, I don't really know what else to say. Hey Paula, what's up?"

"Jesse, a call for you."

"Thanks. Jesse Thunder here."

"Jesse, it's me. Samuel Bearcloud."

"Hey, Sam. Everything alright?" "Yeah, but I got a weird phone call a little bit ago. Some guy claimed he was from the BIA and had found several hundred acres of quality land that originally belonged to the Seminole tribe, and yet the tribal land manager did not have a listed phone number in their database. Then, I asked if he had another number where I could reach him. He said just call the BIA and ask for him."

"Huh. That does sound a little hinky. Tell you what, I'll drive out there with some backup right now. See you out at the reservation."

Jesse turns around and gets Eric to go with him. They encounter Calleigh along the way, and she joins. Jesse finds Frank Tripp about to leave. "Hey, Frank. How'd you like to earn some overtime?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I got a fraud case. Just one problem. I don't know any fraud detectives. You interested?"

"Yeah, I could use some overtime." Jesse then encounters Horatio. "Hey, H. I'm heading out to the reservation with Calleigh, Eric, and Frank."

"What's the purpose?"

"We have a possible case lead."

"Okay, I will go with you."

Meanwhile, the man known as Thomas Denvers is on the phone with a malicious grin on his face.

"Yeah, boys the injun bastard is taking the bait. We have to make a move tonight. As in, five minutes."

The problem for Samuel Bearcloud was that Thomas Denvers was not from the BIA. Mr. Denvers was from a newly formed terrorist organization that had taken the name Second Confederacy. The other problem for GySgt Bearcloud was that the Second Confederacy was much closer to him than the Miami-Dade CSI's were. Which meant Samuel Bearcloud was about to die.

Thirty minutes after leaving the crime lab, the mini-convoy of MDPD officers arrives at Samuel Bearcloud's residence. Jesse senses trouble immediately. Going to the door, he notices blood on the handle. "Guys, we have blood on the door knob." The CSI's draw their guns and enter the residence. A chorus of yells of "Miami-Dade Police!" reverberate througout the house. Jesse moves forward and clears room after room. He finds Samuel Bearcloud on the floor of the kitchen. "Call rescue! We got a live one! Sammy, hang in there for me. Stay with me, brother."

"Not.. not going.. to.. happen, man. I'm... dying. Do..me.. one.. last.. favor. Call.. Special.. Agent.. Gibbs.. at.. NCIS."

"I promise I will, Sam. Just try and hang on." His words prove worthless, however, as GySgt Samuel Bearcloud, proud Seminole, and reknowned Marine let go of life.

SO HOW'S THAT FOR A STARTING CHAPTER?