The warehouse was dark. The only sounds came from mice scurrying across the floor and the metal creaking as it started to cool off in the Miami evening. A young man was standing in front of a group of men, who were tied up and sitting on the floor. A loud bang caught his attention as he moved swiftly behind a pillar. Shouts could be heard, but because of the distance they were not audible. Soon, you could hear the stomping of feet as a group of people started walking.
One man turned the corner, followed by a woman behind him.
"Miami-Dade PD!" shouted the woman. She had her gun in front of her, held in both hands. When she saw the group of men, she put it down and back into her holster. "Horatio, what happened here?"
"I do not know, Calleigh," MDPD CSI Lieutenant Horatio Caine said, calmly. "But I intend to find out." He reached over to one of the men and pulled off the cloth that was around his mouth. "What happened?"
"T-The guy just came from nowhere!" shouted a confused man. "He was so fast, that we weren't able to see his face. The next thing we knew, we were tied up and on the ground."
MDPD CSI Level 3 Calleigh Duquesne walked around the area and then looked back at Horatio. "Well, whatever happened or whoever did this was either helping us…" she said, in her southern belle accent.
"…Or setting a trap," Horatio finished. He motioned to the police squad that had come with him and Calleigh. "Get them out of here. Calleigh, let's look around."
And with that, the police came over, undid the chains holding the fugitive men, and arrested all four of them. About that time, MDPD Homicide Detective Sergeant Frank Tripp walked up to Horatio.
"I heard everything," he stated. "What's the plan?"
"Calleigh, you take the left side; Frank, you take the right," Horatio said. However, they didn't make it four steps when a voice called from behind them.
"It sure has been a while since I last saw you," said the voice from behind them. Both Frank and Calleigh turned around with their firearms out in front of them. Horatio just casually turned around.
There, before them, stood a young man. He was leaning up against the pillar with his right foot and back touching it, facing them. His arms were crossed. He wore what looked like biker gear. He was about 6' 3" with green eyes and sandy blond hair. The young man's hair was long in the back, but not long enough to put in a ponytail. He had hair going from his lower lip to his chin, just like Shaggy from the Scooby Doo T.V. series.
"Who are you?" asked Calleigh.
But before the young man could respond, Horatio responded. "Cameron Rye," he told Calleigh and Frank. They both looked at him, very confused.
"What? They don't know about me?" Cameron asked. "I'm disappointed in you, Uncle Horatio."
Both Frank and Calleigh almost jumped as they heard the last thing Cameron said. Horatio didn't even blink.
"Before you began asking questions," Horatio began. "Why don't me move to a different location."