I don't own CSI Miami etc. etc.

And also, I tend to change timelines up a little.

Rick sat at his desk, doing paperwork and listening to the chatter coming from the bull pen. He was ready for his lunch break, but wanted to get through the pile in front of him. He sipped on a Red Bull and hastily scribbled things down.

"Rick." He looked up at Michelle, his middle aged, but attractive supervisor. She threw a bag down on his desk. "Do you know what that is?"

"Yes." Rick sighed and looked at the burned roach.

"It was found down at the crime lab."

"Where?"

"On the back steps."

"Who had the balls to tattle?"

"I can't tell you that."

"So what do you want me to do about it?"

"Go get urine samples from everyone."

"But-"

"No buts. You can find cups down in the booking area, and have Lowman run tox."

"Aye aye captain." Rick drawled as she left his office. He put his head down on his desk before summoning the will to get up and walk out. He headed down to the crime lab and dreaded the chewing out he would receive. After finding enough cups he walked into the lab area and called for every one of the techs.

"What is this about Rick?" Horatio was the first to walk up to him.

"Someone found a roach on the steps out back and it is my duty to get everyone to pee." Rick sighed.

"You can't be serious."

"I'm sorry." Rick shrugged. "Boss's orders."

"I thought you were the boss."

"If I were the boss I would be out eating lunch right now."

"Good point." Horatio sighed as Rick handed him a cup. "Listen up. Everyone get a cup, go into the bathroom and pee."

"What for?" Eric asked, clearly nervous.

"Mandatory." Stetler growled and whisked him, Ryan, Jesse, Walter, and a few others into the bathroom. "Is Kyle here?" Rick asked Horatio quietly.

"It couldn't have been his." Horatio shook his head.

"Okay." Rick nodded, and decided not to test Kyle. It might get him in trouble later, but Horatio was his friend, sort of. Stetler sighed as the grumbles continued to echo in the bathroom. He was glad when everyone finished and he could walk down to the morgue. He didn't know Lowman well, and was glad when he didn't ask too many questions.

He watched Kyle assist with an autopsy for two hours before he got all of the test results back.

Horatio Caine: Clean.

Calliegh Duquesne: Clean.

Ryan Wolfe: Oxycontin. Antibiotics.

Eric Delko: Low THC Level.

Natalia Boa Vista: Something I can't pronounce let alone read.

Maxine Valera: Clean.

Walter Simmons: Clean.

Jesse Cardoza: Antidepressant. That can't be good.

"Kyle." Rick called to the teenager.

"Yes sir?" he asked timidly after coming to the door.

"I'm Rick Stetler, IA." He said and they shook hands.

"Nice to meet you."

"Same to you. If I gave you a drug test would you pass?" Rick asked and laughed at his deer-in-the-headlights look.

"I don't know how to respond to that."

"It's alright, I wouldn't pass either." Rick chuckled darkly. "Alright, you can get back to work. And don't tell your dad."

"Don't worry, I've learned my lesson about being a nark."

"I bet you have." Rick nodded as he left. He put his face in his hands and went upstairs to interrogate.

So what do you think?

Please give me some feedback, I might write a few more chapters.