A Sudden Arrival
Horatio's Little Niece?!
The clock on the wall ticked slowly as Horatio Caine sat behind his oak desk. He tapped his foot impatiently as he finally stood up. He walked over to the huge glass window, that over looked Miami's busy streets. His mind was zooming through conclusions and assumptions as he just waited. The clock continued ticking as minutes seemed to turn into hours. "Mr. Caine there's a girl waiting for you. She says her name's Samantha…" "Dunlap." Horatio interrupted her as he waltzed past her and down the long corridor. As he rounded the corner, he was stopped in his tracks. There she stood, her light chestnut hair hung loosely around her shoulders as she stood in front of a window. To Horatio's surprise, he noticed she was in a short jean skirt, wearing a black sleeveless top, and black leather boots that ended a little before her knees. Horatio had to admit that she had grown up over the years, and she wasn't a little child anymore.
Samantha had caught Horatio's reflection in the polished glass. Turning on her heel, a bright smile creased her lips. "Uncle Caine!" She almost squealed as she ran into Horatio's open arms. 'On second thought, she hasn't changed a bit.' Caine thought to himself with a small chuckle. "How have you been, Sam?" He asked when they finally let go of each other. "I've been alright." She nodded, still holding onto the tip of his dress jacket. He caught her little jester and it reminded him of when she was just a kid. She'd always hold the tip of his sleeve when she was nervous, instead of showing it like other's might. "How about I give you a tour around?" He offered, motioning down the hallway. "It's not needed, I just want to get to work as soon as possible." She smiled lightly. "Yes, but I'd like to personally introduce you to the team…" He trailed off, beginning to walk away. "Uh! Alright, Mr. Caine!" She jogged after him quickly. "Mr. Caine?" He echoed her last words with a raised brow. "Well… It'd be unprofessional if I went around calling you 'Uncle' while on the job. Plus I don't want you to treat me any different then you'd treat other people." She spoke proudly as they walked. "Alright. Deal." He nodded, a grin on his face.
The two came to a stop in front of one of the labs. Inside the lab was a fairly good looking young dark haired man and a very pretty blonde woman. They looked up at Samantha and Horatio, rather surprised. "This… Is Samantha Dunlap. Starting today she'll be on our team." Horatio began, "Sam, this is Eric Delko and Calleigh Duquesne. Some of our finest." "It's nice to meet you, Sam." Callie reached out and shook her hand, "You too." She nodded. Eric also extended his hand and grasped hers, "Nice to have you aboard." He flashed a charming smirk. She nodded again, "Thank you." "Mind showing her the ropes?" Horatio asked as he slipped on his signature sunglasses. Sam gave him a cross glance, feeling she didn't need help to understand something she spent years in collage for. "No, not at all." Eric spoke up, still having that smile on his face. With that Caine nodded and fled the lab; leaving his nervous little niece to stare at the strangers.
Callie could sense the girl's nervousness, having been new on the job at one point as well, she could relate to Sam's uneasiness. "How about I show you the shooting range?" Callie volunteered, "I need to check out this Jericho 941 anyway." She motioned for her to join her as she walked out. "Uh, alright." Sam followed quickly, obedient to her superiors. Eric watched her leave as another smirk came to his lips. Just as Callie and Sam had left, Tim Speedle came waltzing into the room, a file in hand. "Look at this. It's a report of the evidence from the Kidnapping case that Horatio's working." He almost slammed the flimsy file on the counter in front of Eric. "What is it?" He asked, flipping the file open. "Notice anything off?" Speed took a seat on the other side of the counter. After a few moments, Eric perked a brow, "The glass was found on the outside of the window?" Speed nodded at Eric's question, "Exactly. That means the kidnapper broke the window from the inside out." "Why would they do that?" Eric asked as he stood. "I don't know, but I think we should talk to the dad again." Speed hissed as he stood up and left the lab, Delko following behind him.
"So why'd you decide to transfer from New York?" Callie inquired, trying to spark a conversation between the two quiet women. "Uh, heard my Uncle was having some problems… So I thought I'd come and try to be useful to him." She answered quietly. "Problems? You mean personal or work related?" Callie's interest was sparked. "Just those agents, is all." She mumbled. Callie sensed she was uncomfortable again, "Well I'm sure you'll do well here, Sam." Sam nodded silently. As the two entered the range, Callie's pager began to vibrate. She glanced down at it, "Well looks like you're starting today. We'll have to save the shooting for some other day." "You mean… I get to go out on the field?" Her eyes lit up with passion. "Mhm. As long as you think you're ready." A small smirk came to the delicate woman's face. "Think? I know I'm ready!" Sam was so determined to prove herself to her Uncle that she nearly ran off in the direction of the parking lot. Callie had to jog to keep up with the smaller girl. As Callie jumped into the driver's seat and Sam into the passenger's of the silver Hummer; Callie's cell phone began to ring. She flipped it open, "Hello? CSI Duquesne speaking." "We've got an emergency!" The urgent voice of one of her co-workers was clearly heard on the other line. "Right. We're on it." Callie clipped the phone shut, revved up the engine, and spend out of the lot like a bat out of Hell.