Disclaimer- I do not own CSI Miami nor am I a writer for them :P I watch :D
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A New View
I knew the blood-spattered mirror reflected my killer. If I turn my head just a bit I would know whom it was. But it too late now. It's dark, so dark. Slowly I'm fading away…
"Alexx, can you determine a cause of death?"
"I don't know Horatio. This girl has too many major injuries to know for sure. I'll know more at the post."
"Ok. Calleigh, find anything yet?"
"Two casings, blood spatters on the mirror and judging by the high velocity spatter the bullets should be, ah, here…" What? Where? Where am I? Who are these people? "Um, hello?" I ventured. No one responded. There was a blonde pulling something out of the wall and then started talking to the orange haired guy.
"Well, I've got one nine millimeter here, I'll keep looking Horatio."
So the orange head is Horatio?
"Mr. Horatio?" No answer. I walked over and tried to tap his shoulder and my hand went right through it! Like a ghost! What? A ghost?! Oh my gosh. Oh no, no. wait is that body their putting in the body bag… Oh my crapping Julia no, no, no… Ok it's going to be ok, it's ok. I'm sure it will all be alright after I do something right? Ok, ok it will be fine. Calm, ok uh I'll follow Horatio. That way maybe I'll find out who killed me then, then I get to go to Heaven. Streets of gold, ok yes, lets go.
He asked this Mr. Wolfe guy if he had found anything and Mr. Wolfe lead him over to a broken glass door. They agreed it was forced entry and then Mr. Wolfe started looking for things in the glass shards. He found a white piece of something and held it up with a pair of tweezers to examine it.
"Got a white fiber here, I'll send it over to Trace." He said
As they looked for things that I guess were used in my murder; I tried to remember all the things about it. I came in through the back door; my aunt always loved to have me over and so I came through the back door quiet often. There was a crash, oh that must have been the glass door! Then, then I can't remember anything. Maybe I should let the police tell me. Or let the killer do that once they've caught them.
"What's going on?" A women asked. I looked back… Oh Auntie. "Is that Silver? What happened? What happened?!" She cried.
"Miss? Calm down Miss." Horatio said.
"No, no Silver," oh no, I wish my aunt hadn't seen my body. Auntie, poor Auntie; I'm sorry, so sorry.
"Miss I'm Horatio Caine, are you this girl's mother?"
"No," sob, "no I'm her aunt. Oh my, no, no."
"Ok Miss, it's ok. I'll need to ask you a few questions but for now can you go with this officer? Can you do that for me? Thank you." Horatio said as she walked away, escorted by a brown haired female police officer.
"Alexx did we get an ID?"
The Afro-american lady replied, "Ya, a Silver Howe."
"Alright guys, lets go."
Yes that sounds like a good idea Horatio. Lets go, besides, the faster we catch them the faster I get to see God!