The Warehouse Chapter 1

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Disclaimer: CSI:Miami is not mine...Emily is...you know the drill.

Here goes.

The mole smiled as he hung up the phone on his desk.

He had just scored big time.

He was the kind of person that would give up anything for money, or information that would serve his selfish purposes.

He prided himself on his cunning. He had managed to secure a job at one the best crime labs in the world.

He was in a position where he knew everything about the lab, but he liked garnering information on Horatio Caine and his precious team of CSIs.

At first he had used his quick eyes and ears to just spread rumors around the lab, and stir up a little trouble. It was mostly innocent and all in good fun.

He had the kind of personality where people trusted him, and wouldn't blame him if their secrets got out.

At first, his knowledge had given him a sense of superiority, even over the CSIs who seemed to be the elite around here. However, he knew he wasn't really above any of them. He knew he wasn't in authority.

They used him and he hated it.

His jealousy of the elite, or so he called Horatio and his team, had driven him to cause real trouble. He had begun by leaking information to the press. When he discovered he could get money as well as really unsettling the team, it became his habit to know everything about anything that was happening in the lab; from the most miniscule disputes, to the biggest secrets.

Of course he was helped a lot by fools like Rick Stetler. Anyone who had an emotional grudge found in him a listening ear and sometimes, if they paid enough, a helping hand.

Still, he was rather annoyed by the fact that no one around here seemed to recognize his superiority, his cunning and his talent. If only they knew what he could do.

He had constantly tried to prove himself the CSI team, but they were self- centered, uncaring. Still every time they ticked him off he knew how to get his revenge. He had a hundred ways to pull some strings and cause major problems for the CSI team without them ever knowing it was him. He prided himself on his secrecy and intelligence. They would never know.

Today had been an especially good day for him. Of course it had started out bad enough. The first thing he got this morning was the newest CSI coming into his office and giving him a bunch of crap to do. This had really angered him. He was older than her, why should he take her orders? He had, however, done what she asked of him.

He had been brainstorming just how to take his revenge for unjust treatment, when the call came in on his Cell Phone.

"Hello?" he had answered.

"Hello," a deep voice answered. "I need a favor."

"Who is this?"

"Someone who is looking to clear up some trouble."

"What kind of trouble?"

"I have a...problem...with Horatio Caine. I need help fixing it."

"And why should I help you?"

"Let's just say it would be for our mutual benefit."

"How?"

"I want every movement of the CSI team tracked and reported to me. I also want you to make sure, by whatever means possible that Horatio Caine is left alone to attend to a certain case which will come in later this week."

"What's in it for me?"

"Twenty-five thousand dollars."

"Twenty-five thousand? That's it? Oh I think you could do better than that."

"Why should I?" the deep voice answered.

"I'll tell you why. I am in a very good position to give you more information than you could possibly get anywhere else on Horatio Caine. By doing this, however, my position in the lab could be compromised. Horatio is being cautious; it will take a lot to do this.

I just want to be…insured, in case anything goes wrong." The mole replied.

There was silence for a moment. Then the deep voice spoke again.

"I will raise my offer to thirty-three thousand. I believe that will keep you…insured."

"I agree."

"Do we have a deal."

"Yes."

"Call me back tonight."

"I will."

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