A/N: I hope the people who read this story, will tell me what they think. It's my first one about CSI: Miami, so I could really do with some feedback…
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from CSI: Miami, unfortunately. And I don't think I ever will, too.
It was hot outside: the sun was shining, and there wasn't a single cloud in the sky above. It was a day full of promises, full of opportunities.
Eric Delco, however, had little time to think of it. He was on the job. And being on the job, for him, meant driving towards a scene of a crime. Today, he was summoned to examine the death of a young girl that had been found death within a distance of hundred meters of a hospital. What he new, was she was called Andrea, and that she was in her early twenties.
He reached the hospital, parked the car and grabbed his equipment and putted on gloves. His camera dangled from his neck while he walked toward Horatio and Calleigh, who were awaiting his arrival.
'Okay, let's get started: the deceased is called Andrea Newland. She was twenty-two years old and lived tree blocks away. You know what to do.' Horatio said. They both nodded and set of to collect evidence.
Eric took pictures from Andrea's body while Calleigh scanned the environment for blood or any traces she might have not been murdered here but dumped by whoever murdered her.
'Eric, come here, will you?' Calleigh suddenly called. She was bending low over a path made out of grey stones some fife or six foot further.
'What does that look like to you?' she asked him.
'Blood,' he replied, simply.
The examined the trace of blood, but couldn't make out whether it was leading to or away from the victim.
'We'll have to figure it out, but there is no hurry to do it here; the lab's a better place for such things, isn't it?' Eric said.
Calleigh nodded her agreement.
An hour later, the CSI team headed of to the lab, ready to examine every small detail that could possibly lead them towards the killer.
Yenna fell down onto the lawn. She was exhausted: she had been playing "catch me if you can" and "hide and seek" with her godson for the past hour. It was very tiring to run around the house and garden in this kind of weather. She wondered where the kid seemed got the energy from; he didn't look tired in the least!
Jason, the six year old that was her sister's son, ran over and unexpectedly threw a balloon filed with water at her. Spluttering, she got up: were had he gotten such a balloon from? Than she saw her next door neighbor Peter, who was roaring with laughter.
'Thanks Pete, for showing him how to cool me down,' she smiled warmly.
'It was my pleasure, really,' he said, and winked.
While he was disappearing inside again, she grabbed Jason and spun him around above her head. Giggling so hard he forgot everything else, Jason had the best time of his life. After some moments, Yenna said: 'Why don't we get inside, too, just like Peter? Than we can drink some soda…'
'Can I have an ice-cream, too?'
'Of course you can! It's weekend, after all.' Yenna replied.
She did spoiled the little boy, but there were some rules she never broke: he couldn't have any ice-creams or hamburgers during the week, except when it was his birthday. That might seem a bit odd, or strict, but it was ever so pleasant for Jason the get them in the weekends.
Sitting at the table, both eating a bowl of strawberry ice-cream, Yenna felt a bit sorry for Jason: her sister had been barely seventeen when she'd had him, and hadn't been a very good mother. She had more than once forgot to pick him up from primary school or left him in daycare without warning anyone, just because she had been going out with friends. Yenna had been the one to drive around town to pick him up on those occasions. And she had –uncountable times- drove around at tree A.M., in search of her sister, whom she then would fine on a bench in the park, sleeping of the alcohol and whatever else she took.
But there was nothing she could do: her parents ignored her completely when she tried to tell them she was doing this stuff, and she was an expert at concealing it for all those around her. Her boss hadn't got a clue, her friends were either down the same road or oblivious. And she had only found out because she had been the one her "friends" had called to the time she'd had a bad trip and had been sick and had even collapsed. But Inis had promised to stop taking drugs and quit her drinking habit. But, as time had shown, her sister had been lying. The only thing within her power, was taking care of Jason herself as much as possible, for else, she was sure, when things got out of hand, Inis would hurt him. Hurt him badly…