I am still using Libby but putting her in a very good light! And I am still writing stories with Stetler ext. ext. ext.
yeah i know i'm weird but this plot bunny had been killing me and i'm working on like 4 storeis at once be patient with me lol :D
I do not own CSI Miami but wish i did.
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Chapter 1
Horatio stood over the body of the third IAB agent to be gunned down in their own home in three weeks. The window had been jimmied and the murderer got in that way.
"TOD Alexx?"
"Eight hours, around 2am." Alexx said.
"Same as the others," Horatio noted. They all had been shot in the chest and torso as well. He walked around the room and looked out of the window that had been the escape. Calliegh had recovered foot prints. Ryan was busy dusting for prints in the bedroom. Horatio loved to see his team working together like this.
He headed back to the lab once the body had been taken by the coroner. While heading to his office, he passed a frazzled looking Stetler. To say the least he feared he was next.
Horatio watched him with a little concern and followed him.
"Rick are you ok?" he asked.
"And when did you start caring?" Stetler snapped.
"When you started being in danger of being killed."
"A little hopeful lieutenant?" Rick said and slammed his office door in Horatio's face. He stood there for a moment then went back to work.
Rick walked outside to his dually and felt himself being pestered by the red head once again.
"What do you want Caine?" Rick said impatiently.
"I just wanted to know if you have a safe place to stay until this blows over," Horatio said with genuine concern.
"I have a good security system, thank you."
"This guy is escalating quickly Rick," H said.
"I kno-" he was cut off by a gunshot. Rick fell to the ground holding his stomach.
"Rick?!" Horatio exclaimed and knelt beside him. Rick groaned in pain and blood poured from the wound. Horatio quickly called an ambulance and kept wary for the suspect.
"Stay with me," Horatio pleaded as Rick fell into blackness.
"Does he have any family?" Alexx asked after managing to get Stetler stable and in ICU. She handed him the bullet in an evidence bag and Rick's cell phone, keys, and wallet.
"Not that I know of, he has none listed," Horatio said and headed back to the AV lab to search the contents of the phone. It turned out the only contacts were work related and insurance and the like.
"Horatio we found a casing and footprints but nothing is hitting on IBIS," Calliegh informed him.
"Thank you ma'am. Please get the rest of the team, we are going to have to check his house for break ins and possibly find a family contact."
"Will do handsome," Calliegh chirped and found Natalia, Eric, and Ryan.
"I've always wondered what Stetler's house looked like," Eric chuckled.
"I bet it's a hole," Ryan chuckled.
"Gentlemen," Horatio scolded and drove to the address in the gables. They rode through a beautiful section of the neighborhood. It was the richest part of the Gables. The Hummer stopped in front of a good sized house with a nice lawn, flowers and a small horse statue in the yard.
"Are you sure this is Stetler's place?" Eric asked.
"Mail box confirms it," Horatio said, a little baffled himself. He opened the front door with keys taken from Rick's person. It swung open noiselessly into a nice foyer with a chandelier above them. The CSIs went in with guns drawn just in case. The first room the encountered was the kitchen with mahogany cupboards and marble countertops. An island also sat in the middle with stools around it.
The living room was large with a plasma screen TV, leather couches, a bookcase/cd record holder and stereo. The most interesting thing in the room was a horse skeleton suspended in the air above their heads. Several paintings adorned the wall, with in the bottom right hand corner.
"All of these are original," Calliegh remarked. "Except for this one." She indicated the biggest, a painting of a white stallion with brilliant light behind it in the clouds. Revelation 19:11 was calligraphed onto it. "For then I saw heaven open and behold a white horse was standing there. His rider is called Faithful and True. With justice he judges and makes war."
"Who is L. Winston? Rick must know he or she personally," Horatio guessed as he roamed the room. He gazed out onto the back patio and swimming pool. A tall fence sealed it the yard.
"Let's split up and search the house. Calliegh Natalia and I will take the upstairs, Eric and Ryan find any other rooms down here and be careful," Horatio said and they split up. They climbed up some spiral stairs to a landing. One of the rooms was Rick's bedroom. His bad was a large four poster with silk maroon sheets and a comforter. A desk stood in the corner along with a dresser across from the bed. The few pictures were of a young red haired girl. In the oldest she was standing with a black horse, about 12 years old. The next she was riding the same horse, about 13 or 14 years old. The last was one of her and a blonde haired boy. A large envelope was on the desk, already opened.
Ryan and Eric walked into one of the most beautiful bathrooms they had ever seen. Marble coated the floors and steps led up to a bathtub/hot tub. Mirrors and a long counter was on one of the walls. Behind the tub was a small hallway that led to a shower and toilet. The walls were burgundy with large burgundy drapes that hung on either side of a stained glass window. The glass was of a chestnut quarter horse standing in a green meadow.
"This tub reminds me of that Harry Potter movie," Ryan said and walked around it.
"And the chamber of secrets is below this sink," Eric laughed and examined it.
"That's where he keeps his wife," Ryan said with a straight face before they both burst into laughter.
Horatio read the letter.
Dear Rick,
This is a picture of me and Chaos at the fair Thursday. Sorry for using snail mail but I got the pictures done nicely for once. I hope you enjoyed the wedding. Aeon and Kendra flew over to Berlin for a few weeks. Are you still in the poll? (haha) Nik and I haven't got out much so I was thinking of heading down there for a few weeks over the summer. I'm sure you want to see him. We'll drive and bring the horses as well. Nothing more to say.
Talk to me soon, love your Libby.
PS, new number 724 770 4356.
All three of them read the letter and Horatio dialed the number.
Libertad Winston ran around her kitchen and pulled out garlic toast from the oven. Nikolai dished spaghetti and sauce onto plates and they went into the living room to eat. About halfway through Libby's new phone rang, she frowned at the unknown number but picked it up anyway.
"Hello?" Libby questioned.
"Is this Libby?" Horatio asked.
"It is she, and who might the owner of that sexy voice be?" Horatio chuckled and Nikolai gave her a whimper of protest.
"Lieutenant Horatio Caine of Miami Dade PD. What is your full name, just curious?"
"Well Lt. It's Libertad Winston. Spanish for liberty, anyway, what do you need?"
"How do you know Sergeant Rick Stetler?" Horatio asked.
"What happened to him?" Libby asked, a little panicked.
"Please answer my question ma'am."
"I have known Rick for years Lt. he taught me to ride horses and I lived with him for a little while. Please tell me, is he dead, comatose what?" Libby asked.
"He was shot in the abdomen 4 hours ago and is unconscious. They think he'll make it. Do you know any of his family?"
"He has a sister in Texas but they don't talk at all. Besides her I am really the only 'family' he has."
"Are you his daughter?"
"No, I don't have parents. I work for the FBI and have been in it for my whole life. I live with my boyfriend in PA so it's going to take me a few hours to get there." Libby put her plate in the sink and went rummaging in their bedroom for her suitcase. Nikolai took the hint and looked for his.
"The FBI? Really? Aren't you 16?"
"How do you make that assumption?" Libby asked.
"I'm in Rick's house and am looking at pictures of you," Horatio chuckled.
"No, I have that disease. I'm like 21…" she said somberly.
"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't know," Horatio said sincerely. Libby laughed.
"You are gullible Lt. it will be fun getting to know you."
"You are just a good actor," Horatio laughed.
"I am taking the first flight to Miami. Is there anywhere we can rent a vehicle?"
"I can pick you up there and give you a department Hummer to use."
"You are too kind. Do you mind dogs? I have a bomb dog and I just don't want to dump him on someone." Libby asked and began to shuffle through her dresser.
"That's fine."
"Oh, and one more question, how is the weather?"
"75 and sunny like it is most of the winter."
"Thank you Lt." after goodbyes they hung up. Horatio was still chuckling from their conversation.
"What is so funny?" Calliegh asked.
"She is different. And is flying here tonight from PA." Horatio said. "Now let's go find the boys, it's too quiet down there."