A/N: Hey everyone sorry it has taken me so long to post something; anyhow this story should be a good one. I had requested some help from two other writers, hopefully they will accept the invitation anyway this is the first chapter. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Seriously if I had any part in making CSI: Miami; do you think I'd be sitting in my weird ass house on this slow friggin' computer writing stories? Well I can't say that cuz I love all you guys, with all the support you've given me. Now! On with the story.

Warnings: Coarse Language, disturbing subject matter, gore.

Rating: Rated T for everyone's well being.


Chapter 1: Shocking Discovery

Horatio was generally cruising down the causeway when his mobile device started to vibrate, fetching it from the inside breast pocket of his navy blue blazer. Glancing at the caller I.D he smiled lightly at the name, Calleigh. "Ms. Duquesne." He greeted kindly, keeping his left hand firmly on the wheel and eyes on the almost empty road ahead of him.

"H, There is a double homicide at 91 Halstead."

"I'm on my way." Horatio stated calmly, hanging up he turned his lights on; sirens blaring above his head. Picking up speed he made his way to the destination that Calleigh provided him with. 'So much for a quiet morning.' He thought to himself before taking the off ramp.

He then dialed Ryan's number, it rang twice and then he received an answer. "Wolfe." Came the greeting.

"Mr. Wolfe, I need you to meet me at a crime scene. At this address; 91 Halstead repeat, 91 Halstead."

"Alright I'm close by I'll head on over there."

"Alright Mr. Wolfe." He hung up.

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Ryan was on his way to the address that Horatio had given him, he took a deep breath as he turned into the drive way. Getting out of his vehicle he grabbed his kit and walked over to the officer that held the clipboard, "Morning, John." He greeted as he grabbed the pen and signed the log with a sigh.

"Wolfe." John greeted with a nod, "It's quite a mess over there."

"Oh joy." Ryan stated sarcastically as he ducked under the yellow tape. He noticed Calleigh right away; she waved him over to her. "Good Morning, Cal." He greeted offering her a light smile; she smiled back taking his hand in hers and giving it a light squeeze. "So what have we got?"

"Well lets find out, all I know so far is it's a double homicide." She answered him with a sad expression on her face; Ryan noticed this and thought about asking her what was wrong but decided not to because the ME was calling them over.

"Tom, what do we have here?" Horatio asked as he came up behind Calleigh and Ryan causing them to both jump slightly, Horatio noticed this and smirked.

"Well there is male about mid thirties, and the female about the same age." Tom replied.

"Do we have an I.D?" Ryan and Calleigh asked in exact unison; Tom looked up at them with confusion. They both visibly blushed afterwards they glanced at eachother with smiles on their faces.

"Ahem." Horatio cleared his throat causing Ryan and Calleigh to pay attention. While Horatio is looking at the two prone bodies with uncertainty and shock, he took his shades off to get a better look as he stood over the DB's with his hands on his hips showing his badge and firearm.

"Nope. There's no identification."

"So we have a John and Jane Doe then." Calleigh muttered as she took a quick glance around the yard for anything that could be useful as evidence.

"Tom… would you lift her shirt please?" Horatio started.

Tom gave him a skeptical look as he nodded and lifted it just under her bust line; he noticed a birthmark just above her belly button. Tom looked at it then back at Horatio; "It's a birthmark." He responded confused.

Horatio looked down and put his shades back on, "Her name is Sophie Preston, and that is her husband Randy Preston." Horatio stated glumly.

"H, you know these two?" Ryan asked with a look of concern.

"I do."

"How?" Calleigh asked dumbfounded.

"She knew Kyle. He used to baby-sit…." His eyes widened, as he remembered something. He glanced at Ryan and Calleigh; "Their 9 year old daughter." He finished as he flipped open his phone dialing Frank's number as he walked away.

Ryan's blood went cold as he visibly paled, "9 year old?" He repeated, suddenly he found a blood trail on the sidewalk leading to the house. His blood started to boil; he began to follow the trail. Ryan grabbed a pair of latex gloves from his kit and pulled them on; opening the sliding patio door he continued to follow the blood. He stopped as he came to a door that had an engraving in the wood; "I will find you." He read out loud raising an eyebrow as he looked beneath it; there was a carved image of a pitchfork.

"What you got Ryan?" Jesse asked as he came up behind his friend, "What the fuck?" He caught the message and carving as he took a picture of it, "That's not something you see every day." Jesse stated with a frown. "I wonder what's beyond this door." He inquired unknowingly echoing Ryan's very thoughts of that moment.

"Well, there's only one way to find out I guess." Ryan pursed his lips; sighing he extended his hand to the door knob. He turned it but it wouldn't budge, Ryan frowned; trying it again he got the same result. He glanced over at Jesse; "Call H, get him to come take a look at this."

"Right." He flipped open his mobile device and pressed his speed-dial, walking out of the room.

Ryan took out a q-tip and swabbed the blood on the floor, deciding he might get lucky and catch a killer.

"Mr. Wolfe. What have you got?" Horatio asked with a look of dread and surprise on his face.

"Not a clue, H." Ryan took out his flash light and began roaming over the surface of the door; he stopped as something caught his eye. "Well would you look at that." He stated a brief moment of relief washing over him.

"What is it?"

"I believe that our killer left a calling card." Ryan retrieved a pair of tweezers from his kit and pulled something from between a loose piece of wood; he brought it to eye level so he could study it.

"A fingerprint?"

"Even better than a finger print, it's a fingernail." Ryan grinned as he placed it in an evidence envelope; standing he glanced back at his boss who had a look of approval on his face. "I'll get this to Natalia at DNA."

"You do that Mr. Wolfe. I'll see you there." Horatio walked back to his hummer.

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Back at PD; Ryan opened the door to DNA, "Hey Natalia did you get anything off the fingernail?" He glanced at her with a hopeful look.

"Yes I did as a matter of fact; fingernail belongs to one Henry Cooke." She looked at the screen, her jaw dropped at the record. "Ryan take a look at this guys' rap sheet; he was charged with assault on a police officer, assault with a deadly weapon, attempted murder." She looked up at Ryan in disbelief.

"Okay, I'll let Horatio know. Thanks Natalia." Ryan walked off in search of Jesse to see if he found anything that would be relevant.

"Mr. Wolfe, what'd you get from the fingernail?" Horatio asked as Ryan came up to him.

"Hey, H. Yes I was just about to come find you after I went to see Jesse." Ryan stated calmly.

"Excellent what do you got for me?"

"Uhm… fingernail belonged to a Henry Cooke."

Horatio went pale in the face; "Mr. Wolfe; Bring him in."

"You got it." Ryan responded with a sigh. 'I sure hope we find that little girl.' He though to himself as he made his way to the elevator signaling to a couple officers to follow.

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Oh joy! There's the first chapter of this story. I hope you liked it! R&R let me know what you guys think!

Should I continue?