Hi, and welcome to my first fanfic. I decided to write this because I LOVE
CSI: Miami and everything about it. Even though I love it, I don't own it,
or any of the characters except for Jon and Joel. Plus, if I even did own
any of the real characters, why would I be writing this? But, onwards!
Jon Sorensen walked out of his Miami house only to be greeted by the harsh morning sun. Shielding his eyes, he turns around to see his wife picking up all of his belongings and throwing them in a box. At that moment, she saw him looking in on her and gave him the finger. Jon swiftly jerked his head around and quickly walked to his parked black Lexus. He got in and started it up. The clock flashed 7:23.
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Horatio Caine walked into his office with a cup of coffee and sat down behind his desk. He started looking some paperwork on an old case that had just been opened up again at the request of the district attorney. After about five minutes his head started to cringe so he decided to turn on the radio.
"...orning Miami," a familiar voice greeted him. "I'm Corey Ofendahl and here's your 7:30 weather report. It's a balmy 78 degrees outside this 12th day of August. This morning is looking great so far, not a cloud in the sky. Beware later today though, a storm is going to roll in sometime between 9 and 10 o'clock and it sounds like it's going to be a nasty one. It also looks like we're all in for a daytime high of about 99 degrees, wow it's going to be a hot one. Stay tuned to WROK for all of you severe weather needs and cooling announcements. Now, back to the rock of 70's and 80's with Deep Purple and Smoke on the Wat..."
Horatio went back to reading his report, but didn't get much further into it before another disruption.
"Hey H," Eric said walking in the door. "Is there anything happening"
"Not that I know of at the moment, why?"
"Because," Delko said looking at the floor. "This place, which is usually on fire, is dead right now and Speed and I are bored."
"Ah," Horatio replied, still reading. "But when this place is dead, that means no one else is dead."
"Good point," He said nodding and heading towards the door.
"So there's nothing in any of the labs?" Horatio asked looking up from the document.
"Not a thing, Alexx has nothing on her table and even Calliegh is complaining of being bored."
Horatio started nodding and reading his paper again. "If anything comes in, you'll be the first to know." He added coolly.
"Thanks H," Delko's faint voice echoed as he was leaving the room.
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Jon's black Lexus pulled up to his brother's house. Joel was an ex-marine who liked living in Miami with all of the excitement. He was a big man and one of his favorite things to do was going to clubs and getting in fights with the thugs. But, even though he liked to do that, he was one of the major arms dealers to those same thugs.
"Joel!" Jon yelled while he pounded on his door. "Joel! Wake up! Let me in! I need your help!"
A man that was about four inches taller that Jon opened the door.
"What the hell do you...JON!" he said looking down at him.
"You need to help me Joel, she's gone too far this time."
"Come in brother. Watch out for Scylla though, he's a vicious one," he said, point at the dog.
"Scylla?" Jon asked.
"Yeah, the six-headed monster from "The Odyssey". It ate as many men as it had heads, a natural killer," he said rubbing the dog behind the ears and listening to it growl. "Anyways brother, what did you need?"
"Guns," Jon said coldly. "I need guns, ammo, a disguise, and an accomplice."
Joel was a bit taken back by what his brother had asked of him. After a few seconds of letting it sink in, he walked over to him and gave him a hug.
"I knew that my accountant brother was part of the family, no matter how much he tried to hide it," he said as he released his younger brother. "So, when do you want to do this?"
Jon looked up and was thinking.
"When this storm rolls in. Call this, the calm before the storm."
Jon Sorensen walked out of his Miami house only to be greeted by the harsh morning sun. Shielding his eyes, he turns around to see his wife picking up all of his belongings and throwing them in a box. At that moment, she saw him looking in on her and gave him the finger. Jon swiftly jerked his head around and quickly walked to his parked black Lexus. He got in and started it up. The clock flashed 7:23.
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Horatio Caine walked into his office with a cup of coffee and sat down behind his desk. He started looking some paperwork on an old case that had just been opened up again at the request of the district attorney. After about five minutes his head started to cringe so he decided to turn on the radio.
"...orning Miami," a familiar voice greeted him. "I'm Corey Ofendahl and here's your 7:30 weather report. It's a balmy 78 degrees outside this 12th day of August. This morning is looking great so far, not a cloud in the sky. Beware later today though, a storm is going to roll in sometime between 9 and 10 o'clock and it sounds like it's going to be a nasty one. It also looks like we're all in for a daytime high of about 99 degrees, wow it's going to be a hot one. Stay tuned to WROK for all of you severe weather needs and cooling announcements. Now, back to the rock of 70's and 80's with Deep Purple and Smoke on the Wat..."
Horatio went back to reading his report, but didn't get much further into it before another disruption.
"Hey H," Eric said walking in the door. "Is there anything happening"
"Not that I know of at the moment, why?"
"Because," Delko said looking at the floor. "This place, which is usually on fire, is dead right now and Speed and I are bored."
"Ah," Horatio replied, still reading. "But when this place is dead, that means no one else is dead."
"Good point," He said nodding and heading towards the door.
"So there's nothing in any of the labs?" Horatio asked looking up from the document.
"Not a thing, Alexx has nothing on her table and even Calliegh is complaining of being bored."
Horatio started nodding and reading his paper again. "If anything comes in, you'll be the first to know." He added coolly.
"Thanks H," Delko's faint voice echoed as he was leaving the room.
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Jon's black Lexus pulled up to his brother's house. Joel was an ex-marine who liked living in Miami with all of the excitement. He was a big man and one of his favorite things to do was going to clubs and getting in fights with the thugs. But, even though he liked to do that, he was one of the major arms dealers to those same thugs.
"Joel!" Jon yelled while he pounded on his door. "Joel! Wake up! Let me in! I need your help!"
A man that was about four inches taller that Jon opened the door.
"What the hell do you...JON!" he said looking down at him.
"You need to help me Joel, she's gone too far this time."
"Come in brother. Watch out for Scylla though, he's a vicious one," he said, point at the dog.
"Scylla?" Jon asked.
"Yeah, the six-headed monster from "The Odyssey". It ate as many men as it had heads, a natural killer," he said rubbing the dog behind the ears and listening to it growl. "Anyways brother, what did you need?"
"Guns," Jon said coldly. "I need guns, ammo, a disguise, and an accomplice."
Joel was a bit taken back by what his brother had asked of him. After a few seconds of letting it sink in, he walked over to him and gave him a hug.
"I knew that my accountant brother was part of the family, no matter how much he tried to hide it," he said as he released his younger brother. "So, when do you want to do this?"
Jon looked up and was thinking.
"When this storm rolls in. Call this, the calm before the storm."
