Chapter 1: Miami
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Midday was well on the go and the heat was at an all time high in the beautiful city of Miami, much to the discomfort of MacRae Williams, a British national. These years, a decent summer was rare if it actually existed and even then, the heat was nothing compared to this. He just hoped that his work place had decent air conditioning, or at the least a lot of deodorant for sweat. A man of twenty seven, he his face was handsome, features well defined and pale, though that would change whilst he worked here. He made the mistake of wearing a black tee with jeans instead of white, absorbing more heat than before. He also wore jeans and sneakers, he had yet to acquire the gun and badge of a CSI agent. He had brown hair with Heterochromatic eyes, one a soft green and the other a very deep blue and his body was lithe yet defined, his muscles toned and a tribal tattoo running the length of his arm. A final distinguishing feature, one that he loathed to carry as there were more on his body, was a scar on his cheek.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for Horatio Caine" he said with a small smile to the receptionist.
"Ahh, you're the new team member. Can I take your name to confirm on our database?" she asked, returning the smile.
"MacRae Williams" he said and she typed away on her computer.
"Yeah, you're on. Give a moment whilst I let the team know you're here and they'll head to the break room to meet you" she said and he stood patiently whilst she spoke. Soon the call was over and she got up. "Follow me" she said. The walk was short and they soon entered, the team looking at the new guy. "I'll leave the introductions to you" she said and walked out.
A red headed man stood up and despite his stern appearance, his small smile was reassuring.
"MacRae Williams?" he asked for confirmation and the man nodded. "You're just in time. We'll make this quick and you can get to know the others later" he said. "I am assigning you with Eric Delko and Ryan Wolfe. We were about to head out to a scene" he explained and the Brit gave a simple nod. His two team mates have a small grin before gesturing for them to follow.
(Scene)
The house was large and beautiful, marred only by the cruisers and Hummer that were parked just outside of it, officers all over the garden and holding back crowds. The three CSI's ducked under the tape and entered the house, the murder having occurred upstairs and they soon entered the room that was remarkably clean for a murder scene.
"This isn't good" Eric said as they walked into the centre of the room.
"It's far too clean. No signs of a struggle, if there even was one" the Brit said, looking around for anything. "Vic suffered a slash across his neck, yet i see no blood on the sheets" he said, looking at the body which lay on the bed.
"Looks like our perp even had the courtesy to tuck him in" Ryan said, noting the quilt over the body with a note of disgust. "Had this man been sleeping and without that cut across his neck, he would look peaceful" he added, taking pictures for the investigation.
"Needless to say, this guy was good at covering his tracks. Now this is a private residence. Surely there are cameras we can get footage from" he said and Eric walked back in, neither man noticing that he had even left.
"Already done. We can look it over when we get back. Anyone have any idea as to what knife was used in this?" he asked, and the Brit looked in closely.
"I've seen wounds done by this knife many times. I have some experience with identifying blades from wounds" he explained. "If I had to guess, I would say this was done by a British Royal Air Force survival knife" he said and the others looked confused.
"That's not possible. Miami, or many cities for that matter rarely sell knives belonging to British armed forces" Ryan said and MacRae raised a brow.
"Database search when we get back. I think we should do another sweep of the room" he suggested and the other two nodded. They looked through all the nooks and crannies, searching high and low for anything that could be of use and were about to give up when all of a sudden... "Bingo" the Brit said, catching the attention of his colleagues. Behind the curtain was a shard of glass, from what they didn't know, and on it was blood.
"It's not much evidence. But it's all we've got" Eric said, taking it and placing it in a bag. "We'll get the body sent to Alexx's morgue and see if you're right before we do that search" the Russian-Cuban added before they made their way back to the Hummer.
"Let's hope that this is the perps blood and not that of the victim, otherwise we'll have already hit a dead-end" MacRae said, sitting in the middle seat behind the other two.
"Yeah. We're dealing with a methodical killer. And he even does the cleaning" Ryan said with pure sarcasm dripping from his mouth. "I really hate cases like this. They're a pain in the ass" he added and the other two nodded in agreement.
(Crime Lab)
MacRae made his way down to the morgue when Alexx paged him, yet that surprised him as he was only just starting out and she would most likely want to speak to one of the veterans. He entered the room and she looked up with a warm smile, one that he couldn't help but return, Heterochromatic orbs warm.
"Hey Alexx" he said as she walked to him.
"Hey babyboy" she said and grabbed him in a hug, much to his surprise, but he returned it. "I have something you'll want to hear" she said and he followed her to the table where the autopsy was been conducted.
"And that is?" he asked.
"You were right. The wound corresponds to that of a Royal Air Force survival knife. How'd you guess?" she asked.
"Back in Britain I used to hunt and knives were needed. My cuts were precise" he said and she nodded.
"However that opens up a problem" she said and he beat her to it.
"Most places don't sell British knives" he said and she nodded, before producing one.
"I got this from a British friend just so I could make sure the blade fit the wound. This is an actual knife" she said, and then produced another one that was the same shape, yet there was a difference in colour and material for the handle, the blade ever so slightly shorter.
"And that is a replica" he said.
"If you do this database search you need to search for both any rare sales of the replica and the real thing. It's not impossible to find one here" she said, putting both blades away.
"Great, thanks Alexx" he said with a warm smile and left with a wave. Alexx looked down at the body and spoke.
"This one is growing on me. Babyboy will bring you justice" she said with a sad sigh and continued her work.
MacRae grabbed a tablet and headed up to the room where Ryan and Eric were to find them looking at the monitors intently. They noticed his presence and he answered their question before either one could voice it.
"It was indeed a Royal Air Force knife that killed Andrew Watson. We just can't identify whether or not it was a replica or actual blade" he said and began to tap in commands on the device that was in the crook of his arm. "What about the blood stained glass?" he asked.
"Well we have a search on the go. We know it's not the blood of the victim" Ryan said and the Brit breathed a sigh of relief. "It'll take time before we can identify the perp" he added. The tablet made a beep and he looked down.
"No sales whatsoever. That means we're looking at imported goods which we then have to trace all the way back to the UK and then to the store. We then have to comb through all the sales made of the blade recently" he said and sighed in frustration. "There are God knows how many importation companies out there. Please tell me someone found a knife somewhere" he pleaded and they both looked a little sheepish. "Son. Of. A. Bitch" he said.
"Late night for us" Eric summed up.
"More like overnight for me. Loads of companies and I can't trace the knife as I don't know which one it is" he said and the others looked at him sympathetically.
"We ain't leaving" Eric said.
"Oh no. You two are not taking time out of your own time to stay here" he protested immediately.
"And we aren't leaving you to spend you free time working alone" Ryan said, just as resolute as his co-worker and yet the Brit remained indignant.
"I can't ask you to do that" he said, and yet he knew he had lost.
"Good, because we're volunteering" Eric said with a grin and MacRae thought of all possible ways to dissuade them, to get them to go home and enjoy the rest of the evening, but no matter what he'd say, they'd remain resolute.
"Fine. But I have to grab something from my car" he said and they both raised a brow in question. "In fact, I'll need your help. I always anticipated working overnight, and thus packed some essential things, so to say" he explained, leading them out of the lab and into the parking lot. He managed to get his Land Rover sent out to him thankfully and thus stored what he would need in there.
"You keep bedrolls in your car?" Ryan asked.
"No. Bedrolls are made of uncovered foam and feel horrible to the touch. These are futons. Pretty comfortable mattresses if I do say so myself" he said, handing one each to his co-workers.
"Better than sleeping in the morgue" Eric said and the Brit couldn't help but look shocked.
"You've slept in the morgue?" he asked.
"It's that or the floor" Eric said. Ryan and MacRae looked to one another and spoke in perfect unison, so much so you'd swear they were non-identical twins.
"Floor" they said, earning a raised brow from the Russian-Cuban man.
"I think I'll start keeping these in the lab, just in case" the Brit said as they walked back in. "I'll fetch quilts later, right now, I need to search for companies that handle the importing of blades so I can start tracing" he said once he had picked out a spot to sleep in. He was soon buried in the tablet as the others continued to analyse the photos for something they didn't catch the first time.
(Hours later)
Ryan and Eric had flopped none to gracefully onto their futons an immediately fell asleep, much to the amusement of the Brit. He left the lab quietly to grab three blankets from his jeep, making sure that it was locked when he passed Horatio.
"Late night?" the redhead asked.
"Yeah. Ryan and Eric were insistent on staying" he said with a smile.
"Make sure you don't run yourself ragged" the man advised with a small smile of his own before turning away and walking to his destination. Soft snores greeted his ears once he returned and he unfurled one of the blankets, gently draping in over the expert trace analyst and he repeated that for Eric. He smiled softly at them before leaving the tablet to work on gathering data. He lay down and buried his head into the comfort provided by the futon, the blanket around his shoulders. He could shower and change tomorrow, now he wanted rest and soon the comfort and gentle snoring lulled the Brit to sleep.
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