AUTHOR'S NOTE: Here's chapter two. The only thing I have to say is you might find Eric a little bit OOC here, but like I said, I wrote them as different characters before, so that's why. :) And thank you so much for the reviews on the first chapter, I'll be replying to them later. :D Enjoy. And again if you see anywhere where I called a character by their "other" name, go on and tell me. xD

Paid to Kill - Chapter 2

Eric Delko ducked under the crime scene tape that surrounded the parking lot. He could see the dead body from where he was. It was a business man, dressed in a suit, with a suitcase he must have been holding before he was killed lying on its side beside him. Ryan was already there, photographing everything. The medical examiner Ava was kneeling near the body, lifting up random body parts and looking for anything incriminating. When Eric approached he could tell right away what the cause of death was: one bullet shot to the back of the head.

Ava looked up at him from what she was examining. "Yep, another one Eric. Cause of death is obviously this shot to the head, there's no broken bones or any signs of a struggle."

Eric sighed. These murders had been happening off and on for years, and they were always done the exact same way. Shot from afar, someone with perfect aim, maybe even sniper training. Sometimes there were two or three done within a few days. Since they were always done with one shot to the head, all they ever got was one bullet that could never be matched to any of the weapons already in system. Never had they been able to find fingerprints on the bullet, trace on the bullet, or anything at the actual crime scene. It was also impossible to figure out what direction the bullet came from, because the victims would fall, and could twist in any which way on their way down. Whoever was killing all of these people was an expert at what they were doing and never had to go anywhere near the body.

Ryan looked up at him from his camera. "Do you think we'll ever catch this guy?"

Eric shrugged, which wasn't a very positive gesture but not something he could help. "This person is so smart. They've killed a lot of people, and that's only since I've started working here. We know they've done it in other states, always the exact same way. Who knows if they do this in other countries? They're professional."

"So, in other words no?"

Eric sighed. "I don't know. There are the ones who get away, but it's amazing that not one crime lab in any state has ever found any evidence besides the bullet."

"You know the really bad thing about it?" Ryan started. "The only way we'll ever catch this person is if they keep killing. We can't hope they'll keep killing and finally make a mistake, but we can't hope they just stop and we don't get justice for the people they've already killed."

Eric nodded, agreeing. He snapped on a pair of gloves. "Let's just worry about this guy."

"Morning sir," Trey said, as he stepped out of the elevator, meeting Horatio, who had been waiting for it.

"Mr. Moore, good morning to you too. Plenty of work for you today. I'm afraid there was a murder at Lancaster Incorporated yesterday. Your shift was already over."

Trey shook his head, disbelievingly. "When are people not killing each other?"

Horatio gave a slight shrug and stepped into the elevator. "Ryan is in the trace lab working on some things. You two get along yesterday?"

Trey glanced at the floor and back up. "Perfectly, like old buddies in fact."

Horatio nodded. "Good to know. Have a nice day."

"You too, sir," Trey watched as the elevator closed on his new boss, before turning and making his way to the trace lab.

"Morning to you, sir!" Trey said loudly as he entered the trace lab.

Ryan looked up from what he was doing, quite startled, and looked around. Confused, he asked, "Were you talking to me?"

"Of course, who else?" Trey answered, grabbing a lab coat and throwing it on.

Ryan didn't laugh though he was very tempted to. No one had ever called him sir before and he wasn't sure he liked it. He was older than this guy but definitely not by much. "Uh, Trey, it's just Ryan. Please don't call me sir."

"Sorry, Ryan," Trey said, grinning. "So what's up?"

Ryan sighed. "Testing this bullet for any trace, unfortunately this killer is really good," he looked at Trey briefly, who seemed to be listening quite intently. "They've killed a lot, and I mean a lot of people. Same way every time."

Trey nodded. "Well there seems to be quite a bit of brain matter."

"Well yea, the guy was shot in head, Trey, glad you figured that out on your own," Ryan replied.

Trey raised his hands defensively. "So stating the obvious is frowned upon here, I see."

Ryan raised an eyebrow at him. "Think you could see if there's anything on this?"

Trey nodded. "Of course!" Trey was of course very happy to be of help, but Logan, Logan knew there wouldn't be a slight bit of trace on this bullet that would be useful in finding the killer of Mr. Robert Leon, the victim who had been identified this morning by his boss at Lancaster Inc.

Logan had made rules for himself when he had agreed to help Des in her plans. He would do everything by the books that he had been trained to do during the honest side of his double life. If there was trace on anything that could lead back to Des he wouldn't cover it up or contaminate it. He would of course resign and move as far away from Miami and the United States as possible, in case Des did eventually get caught and blame him for it. But he would not cover up evidence for any criminal or the one he himself worked for. Despite all the bad things he'd done in his life he had never killed anyone. Sure he'd seduced them, gained their trust, lured them or any other number of things in order for someone else to do the dirty work, but he had never killed anyone with his own two hands. He'd stolen, he had committed fraud more than a number of times, he lived a double life, but in his own mind none of what he had ever done had trumped anything Des and a number of other criminals he'd associated himself with had done. He wouldn't go down due to botching one case while he was disguised as a criminalist.

"I'll get on this right away," Trey said, smiling slightly and turning away.

Ryan sat at the table flicking through a magazine. He wasn't paying attention to what he was looking through, mostly just flipping pages and staring at the wall trying to look busy. It wasn't that he didn't get along with the rest of his team; he just wasn't the type to talk to people. He liked being alone and working alone. Unfortunately, Eric Delko took every opportunity he got to rob Ryan of this.

"Hey, how's it going? Oh, love the magazine dude; you keep one of those in your bathroom?"

Ryan looked down at the magazine, which was open to a page of women's bras. He flushed and closed the magazine, throwing it back onto the pile that was getting bigger every year. "I wasn't paying attention to it."

"Okay," Eric smirked. "So hey, you know the new guy? I figured we should take him out on the town, or something. This is Miami, plenty to do, plenty to see. Maybe show him some of the good clubs if you know what I mean," Eric said, nudging Ryan.

Ryan rolled his eyes. "You know I'm not into that sort of thing. Remember when I first started, you tried to show me those "good" clubs too."

Eric blinked for a moment and then laughed. "Oh yea. You were so scared! It was funny to watch you, you were so embarrassed! Half the people in the place kept giving you strange looks; they must have thought you looked underage."

Ryan sighed, wishing Eric would just go away. "Did you actually want something or did you just come in to bug me?"

"Well, now that you ask," Eric cleared his throat like he was going to say something important. "Trey found nothing on the bullet. It was clean. Completely."

Ryan sighed another time. "Really? Well that gets us nowhere."

"Did you expect it too? Remember what I said. Same killer, we know that for sure, and they have yet to be caught. We don't even know their identity."

Ryan nodded. "Mhm, well H isn't going to stand for this. You know that. He won't stop until we get them. Maybe I should test the bullet too, just in case."

This time Eric rolled his eyes. "No, Trey knows what he's doing."

A shrill ringing sound filled the room, along with the song LoveGame by Lady Gaga. Ryan grabbed his cell phone, giving Eric a strange look. This time it was Eric who blushed, looking at his phone as Lady Gaga sung Let's have some fun this beat is sick, I wanna take a ride on your disco stick from it.

Ryan hid a smirk. "DB. Wanna ride together?"

Eric nodded. "Yea, sure."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: So it was pretty short but hey. Reviews always make me happy. :D