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CSI Miami is property of CBS, Jerry Bruckheimer and the other dudes whose names escape at the moment :P. All the other characters that are not mentioned on the show belong to me. This is my first CSI: Miami fanfic, but not my first fanfic. I hope everyone enjoys it as much as I have enjoyed reading all your stories here . I'll try and update as regularly as I can, so stay tuned. Cheers!
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"Betrayal is the only truth that sticks" – Arthur Miller
8 am...
It was a yet another uneventful day on the Miami beach coast as people went about their morning, whether it was jogging, walking their dogs or just enjoying the warm sun as it slowly rose up to the horizon. Bob and his partner Sam made their way below the piers along with the cleaning equipment they would need in order to pick up any garbage people may have left the night before. It was usually drunken college kids that left "little presents" for them now and then, but it was cleaning up the vomit on the sand that both Bob and Sam hated doing most. It was a dirty job, but someone had to do it. The pay wasn't bad either, and at least they'd be working in the beautiful beach today picking up trash while gawking at Miami's finest bikini models.
"So how bad do you think it's going to be today" Sam asked Bob
"Well, the weekend just ended so probably pretty bad." Bob answered nonchalantly
"I really hate those college kids always partying down here, leaving their empty beer cans all over the place and the vomit reeks. Kids today, they don't have any respect for anything anymore" Sam complained
"I hear ya, but if it weren't for them, we'd be out of the job now wouldn't we. Besides it's not that bad, just check out that hot little number over there" Bob turned and pointed to a woman wearing a bikini that left little towards the imagination. Bob smiled but his good mood was cut short as he bumped right into Sam, causing to trip onto the sand.
"Dude, what the hell is wrong with y..." Bob started and paused as he stared up at Sam who was staring straight ahead of him and looked paler than a ghost. Bob then turned around to see what Sam was staring at and instantly joined Sam's pale complexion at the sight of the 6 mangled bodies that lay before them.
"Son of a bi..." Bob began to say.
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11 am...
Horatio Caine stood in front of the crime scene before him as his team went about collecting evidence and examined the crime scene. The news that six bodies had been found below the piers had spread quickly as a large section of the crime scene had to be closed off 60 feet back in order to keep the press out. However, it was no use as a large crowd of spectators and the press stood behind the blockade as Horatio heard the press reporting off to their respected stations, while the rest of the crowd snapped pictures with their phone cameras or were recording whatever they could with their video cams. Just as Horatio was about to walk off to see how Calleigh and Eric were doing, the familiar voice of Frank Tripp called his named, and walked towards to where he was instead.
"Frank, what have we got so far on the victims?" Horatio asked.
"I'm afraid not much H, I just talked to the witnesses that found the bodies – a Bob Molina and Samuel Edwards. They're cleaners hired by the city that were on their way here to clean up the trash when they stumbled onto the vics this morning. But what I can tell you is that this looks like its gang related; do you think we could be dealing with the Russian mob again?" Frank asked.
"Gang related yes, but it's not the Russian mob" A woman answered as she approached Horatio and Frank Tripp.
"Please explain" Horatio asked the woman as he took off his sunglasses.
"Well all the victims were shot within close proximity of one another then mutilated, and after reviewing all of your last M.E's case files that were Russian mob related, this doesn't look like their usual M.O. Oh, and another thing is that the victims (judging from height and body mass) were all males of Asian descent. They're way too small to be guys from the Russian mob." The woman answered
"And you got that all just by looking at the bodies?" Tripp asked surprisingly.
"Yeah I did, I spent 3 months in Hong Kong as an intern. However, I won't be able to tell you the true cause of death and the possible weapons used to kill them until I get them to post. But what I can tell you is that it's possible that you're dealing with the triads. By the way I'm Doctor Leslie Armstrong, your new Medical Examiner" The woman answered.
"Thank you doctor, and welcome aboard" Horatio answered.
"So that's Dr. Price's replacement, she's pretty impressive. Do you think there's a possibility that these supposed triad members have any connection whatsoever to the Russian mob? Frank asked
"There is that possibility Frank, and it looks like we, are going to have to find out what exactly that is." Horatio said as he put his sunglasses back on.
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**Author's note: ha ha! I wrote that last part with the opening credits in mind...I just couldn't resist!