Chapter One
Isabelle Evans reached over and turned her alarm clock off. she rolled out of bed, and stumbled to the bathroom. she started the water, and peeled her pajamas off.
she stepped into the shower, and let the warm water wash over her, for a minute. she began wahing her hair. she was beginning to wake up.
After she was finished, she towel dried her hair, and wrapped one around her body.
She went back to her room to find something to wear.
She found a tee shirt and a pair of black pants, then she slipped on a pair of black heels.
she brushed her long raven black hair, grabbed her badge and gun, then headed for the kitchen.
she attached her badge to her pants, and set her gun on the table. she went to get the paper from outside, then returned to the kitchen, where she made a bowl of cereal, sat down, and reading the paper as she ate.
once she finished eating, she washed her dishes, then checked the time. she grabbed her cell phone from the charger and picked her gun up. she put it in her holster, grabbed her purse, then left her house.
she drove to the Miami-Dade Crime Lab. she parked, and headed in. once inside, she headed to the locker room.
she opened her locker, put her purse in and hooked her cell phone to her pants. she shut her locker, then headed for the break room.
Eric Delko was sitting on the couch, reading the paper. she went to the fridge and grabbed a drink. she sat down next to Eric.
"Hey Belle, how is it going?" Eric asked.
"Oh, you know, another day, another dollar." Isabelle said.
Eric just looked at her.
"Or, if you would prefer, same shit, different day." Isabelle said.
Eric laughed.
"I guess that you're right." Eric said.
"Of course I'm right, I'm smart like that" Isabelle said, smiling.
"There's not arguing with that." Eric said.
their cell phones buzzed at the same time.
"Miami Park." Isabelle said.
"Me too, let's go." Eric said.
the grabbed their kits, and headed for the park.
when Isabelle got out, she saw Tim Speedle pull up behind her and Eric. Isabell headed for her boss, the others followed her.
"What do we have?" Isabelle asked.
"An arm." Horatio Caine said.
"No body?" Tim asked.
"Not yet." Horation said.
"Where is it?" Isabelle asked.
"It was next to a bush. A jogger saw it when she was running this morning." Horatio said.
"Lets get started." Eric said.
Isabelle headed over to the arm. she bent down to take a closer look at it.
"What is the world coming to?" Isabelle sighed.
"That, I don't know." Eric said.
Isabelle put on a pair of latex gloves. she turned the arm over to see the top of the arm.
"Eric, look at this, someone did something to it. It looks like a cut." Isabelle said.
"And it's in a circle. Interesting." Eroc said, as she held the arm up, so he could photograph it.
"What's that by the wrist? It could be blood." Eric said.
Isabelle set the arm down, and grabbed a cotton swab. she swabbed the red, circular spot. she dropped a clear liquid onto the swab. It turned pink.
"Have I ever told you that pink was one of my favorited colors? It is blood, and i don't think its from the arm." Isabelle said.
"The killer's, maybe?" Eric said.
"Most Likely." Isabelle said.
"I want that arm to get to Alexx." Horatio said.
Tim took the arm away, as Isabelle stood. she looked around, and something white caught her eye. she walked over to it.
"Eric, get a picture of this." Isabelle said.
Eric took a picture of it.
Isabelle picked it up.
"I think it's a latex glove tip. Maybe there's a suitable print on it." Isabelle said.
"Let's bag it." Eric said.
Isabelle put the glove tip into an evidence bag.
"Isabelle, Eric, get evrything to trace." Horatio said.
Isabelle and Eric packed their things up, put everything in the back of the hummer, then headed back to the crime lab.
They did find a print on the glove. they ran it through the system. No more than five minutes had passed when they got a match.
Isabelle's heart plummeted into her stomach. Eric looked at her, then back at the picture on the screen.
"There must be a mistake." Eric said.
"I don't know, fingerprints don't usually lie." Isabelle said, frowning.
Eric got out his cell phone, and dialed a number.
"H, we have a problem. It's about the fingerprint." Eric said.
Eric listened for a minute, then hung up.
"H is on his way. We will figure this out." Eric said, putting his hands on her shoulders.
Isabelle nodded.
A minute later Horatio walked into the room. almost immediately he saw the picture of Isabelle on the screen.
"This is not good." Horatio said.
"I swear to you, Horatio, I did not do this." Isabelle said.
"When was the last time you went to the dentist, Isabelle?" Horatio asked.
"What? Why?" Isabelle asked.
"I was just down, talking to Alexx. The circular mark on the arm is a bite mark." Horatio said.
"And you think that I bit that arm?" Isabelle demanded.
"Calm down Isabelle. It's one in one million chances that your teeth match the bite marks on the arm. We just need to rule it out. Alexx will make a mold of your teeth, then we will run it against the bite mark." Horatio said.
"Fine, let's get this over with." Isabelle said.
Isabelle headed down to the medical examiner.
Alexx took a mold of Isabelle's teeth, the Isabelle returned to the trace lab.
"Now, the chances of your teeth matching the marks ar slim to none." Tim said.
"That's what I've been told." Isabelle mummbled.
"Belle, there's no way that they are going to match." Eric told her.
Tim pressed a button. the bite mark appeared on the screen. He pressed another button, and a set of teeth appeared.
"Those are your teeth, and that's the bite mark. Let's see if they match." Tim said.
He pressed another button. Isabelle could feel her blood run cold.
"Okay, this is what we're going to do. We are going to find out who that arm belongs to. We will look through every case that Isabelle worked on, look for anyone that could possibly have a grudge on Isabelle." Horatio said.
There was a knock on the glass doors.
"This could not get any worse." Isabelle said, once she saw who had knocked.
"How did Stetler find out?" Tim asked.
"I don't know. Excuse me, please." Horatio said.
Horatio talked to Stetler for a moment, then returned.
"Isabelle, Stetler has some questions for you." Horatio said.
"He wants to interrogate me." Isabelle said.
"No, question you. drag it out." He said, a little more quietly.
She looked over at Stetler, and frowned. She decided to get it started. She walked over to Stetler. He led her to an iterrogation room. He put a tape recorder on the table, and started recording.
"Isabelle Evans, Where were you last night?" Stetler asked.
"I was at home." Isabelle said.
"Can anyone verify that?" Stetler asked.
"No." She said.
"Okay, why don't you run through your night." he said.
She put a finger to her chin, in thought.
Stetler gave a small cough.
"Oh, out loud!" She said.
"That would be nice." Stetler said, oviously annoyed.
"Okay, after work I went home, took a mile run, after the run, i took a quick shower, made macaroni and cheese, watched my favorite show, Charmed, then went to bed early." Isabelle said.
"What was it about?" Stetler asked.
Isabelle chuckled.
"You're good Stetler, you're making sure I watched the show." Isabelle said.
"Just answer the question Evans." Stetler said.
"It was one of my favorite episodes. the sisters try sending Chris back to the future, but Gideon hinders the, and Chris and Leo switch worlds. Then reality changes, any small, bad, offence gets punished to the fullest extent. Then the girls meet their evil twins. It's a great episode." Isabelle said, with a smile.
"Is this a joke to you? There is a severed arm with your tteth marks on it, and a glove with your print on it." Stetler said.
"Don't you think I know that? Someone is setting me up!" Isabelle said.
She needed to calm down, getting angry or excited now wouldn't solve anything.
"You think that you're being framed, is that it?" Stetler asked.
"Of course. I certainly didn't do it." Isabelle said.
"Really, and who would do that, and why?" Stetler asked.
"I don't know, anybody that I put away has a motive to get back at me, not to mention any of their family members." Isabelle said.
Stetler studied her for a minute.
"I have a question for you, how did you find out about the bite mark on the arm?" Isabelle asked.
"What?" Stetler said.
"How did you know about the bite mark on the arm? I mean we had just found out the results." Isabelle said.
"I'm asking the questions, Evans." Stetler said.
"Then ask a question." Isabelle said.
Stetler siged.
"Give me your gun and badge." Stetler said.
"What? You've got to be joking!" Isabelle said.
Stetler just looked at her.
"You're not joking." Isabelle said.
Stetler shook his head.
She did what she was asked.
"Am I finished here?" Isabelle asked.
"Yes." Stetler said after a moment.
She left the interrogation room, and went to find Horatio.
"He took my badge and gun." Isabelle said, when she found him.
"We will figure this out." Horatio said.
His cell phone rang.
"Be right there." He said, hanging the cell phone up.
"They've got a hit on the blood." Horatio said,, walking towards D.N.A.
Isabelle, Tim, Eric, and Calleigh Duquesne, followed.
Horatio ran into Stetler on the way to the D.N.A. lab.
"How did you find out Rick?" Horatio asked.
"I told Valera to let me know when she had something." Stetler said.
when they got to D.N.A., Horatio grabbed the results first.
He studied the results, then looked up at Isabelle. Isabelle felt sick. What the hell was happening?
Isabelle looked at Valera, and she looked genuinely sorry. she looked at Valera's intern, April. April was expressionless, and that made Isabelle uneasy.
"Isabelle Evans, you're under arrest." Stetler said.
Stetler handcuffed her. She wanted to die.
"Don't worry, we will find who is behind this." Calleigh said.
"Hurry, please." Isabelle said.
Isabelle kept her head up and gaze straight ahead. Stetler put her into the back of a police cruiser.
