"Fuck off idiot," the suspect seethed. The two detaining officers were having trouble keeping a handle on the petite blonde. She slammed her bare heel into one of the officer's feet making him let her go. "Looking to catch a felony assault charge?" The other now held both her shoulders and led her reluctant body forward. "I didn't do a damn thing you have no right to kidnap me asshole," she growled before the officer pushed her into the interrogation room and down into a chair.
"We've got it from here," Calleigh told the officer sharply. Ryan Wolfe had almost enjoyed watching the scenario play out before him until Calleigh had informed him he'd be helping in interrogation. Ryan had been the one to find the murder weapon at the crime scene. An image of the murdered Robby Mendez flashed in his mind. Could this girl really have killed him?
"Miss Love, care to explain how your fingerprints match those found on the weapon used to kill this man," Calleigh pushed forward the autopsy photo of Mendez. The suspect stayed quiet and lacked any sort of emotion as she peered down at the photo. "Nothing to say," Ryan accused raising his eyebrows expectantly at the young woman. "You're looking at murder Miss Love," Calleigh added.
"Aren't you too handsome to be a police officer," Love laughed. "Now is not the time for games Nikki," Calleigh hissed. "I'm not sure I like your tone," Nikki Love's low voice sent chills up both the CSI's backs. "Noted," Calleigh shot back. "You need to tell us what you know," Ryan Wolfe demanded staring down the suspect. "I know how much I'd like to take you home," she paused, "I could elaborate if you wish."
Ryan frowned while his partner slammed down her fist on the table. "Explain why we found your fingerprints on our victim's murder weapon!" Ryan touched Calleigh's shoulder letting her know she needed to calm down. Ryan glanced back towards Nikki and she sent him a playful wink. Detective Calleigh had enough and walked out of the glass interrogation room. "Just me and you then," Nikki said seductively.
"What can you tell me Nikki," he said much more calm than either of them expected. "You first," Nikki smiled. The detective's puzzled look only added to her enjoyment of the situation. "Tell me what you know about me," Nikki laughed. His frown returned as he opened her case file and began skimming over her profile.
"Nikki Marie Love, born in Miami, twenty eight years old, no relatives..." He read out bored. "Went to a juvenile center for assaulting a boy and almost killing him when you were fourteen." Nikki snarled cutting him off and making him look back to her twisted expression, "fuckhead deserved it." What did he do to her? She looks as though she would do it all over again; maybe finish the job this time around given the chance.
"Did Mendez deserve it; is that why you killed him?" Nikki merely nodded towards the file, "Keep reading detective." Ryan studied her face for a moment longer before finding his place on the page once more. "You did twelve months for armed robbery before going back for another eighteen for assault with a deadly weapon. Did you decide to escalate to murder this time?" His accusations made Nikki's skin crawl and she turned away from his demanding gaze.
"I'm wasting your time detective," Nikki said just above a whisper. "A jury will take one look at your past and you'll get a needle in your arm," he threatened. Nikki smiled and breathed out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. "I'm not innocent but I'm not guilty of this particular crime." Nikki spotted the ginger headed lieutenant heading towards the interrogation room his eyes locked on her.
"Are there any other murders you're guilty of?" Nikki laughed meeting his eyes with a dark gaze. The lieutenant took this opportunity to walk in and stare down Nikki with a rather soft expression. "Nikki is there anything you can tell me about the man approximately six feet tall and left handed that killed Mendez?" Nikki's laughter stopped immediately; she'd never expected the CSI team to learn so much so quickly.
"I knew Mendez; he offered me the .45 for protection but it was too heavy. That's how my prints got on it. I don't have anything to do with his murder," Nikki lied. "We'll see about that," Eric Delko, another CSI, came into the room with his kit. He reached for her right hand cuffed behind her seat and she flipped him the bird as he swabbed her. He tested Nikki's hand for GSR but the test came back clear.
"No GSR H," Eric declared. "Thank you Eric," Horatio stepped aside allowing Eric to leave the room. "Detective Wolfe you can uncuff Miss Love and escort her out of the building," Horatio said leaving as well. Nikki smiled at the detective as he made his way around the table with a cold glare. He uncuffed her hands from behind her back gently surprising them both yet again. Nikki stood quickly making the man stiffen and watch her closely.
Nikki shot the weary detective a smirk before he caught up with her and walked her towards the elevator. CSI Calleigh made no move to hold the elevator and merely glared at the suddenly stopped Nikki Love. "Doesn't our system just disgust you," Nikki toyed just before the doors closed. "You know you're not really helping yourself," Ryan Wolfe declared while pushing the down button to the elevator. "I'm taking the stairs," Nikki said flatly as she walked away.
"Its protocol for you to be escorted out Nikki," Ryan rolled his eyes stepping to the side of her. They took the stairs slowly and Nikki enjoyed how the detective held his gaze on her just waiting for her to make a move. "Why the stairs I figure you'd want to get out of here as quickly as possible," he finally asked. "I hate elevators; they scare the shit out of me," she admitted freely. Ryan gave no reply but couldn't help but smile at her honesty.
Once outside Ryan stopped at the top of the steps leading down towards the street and CSI parking. "You're not allowed to leave town," Ryan started but Nikki stopped him with a quick glare. "I'll see you soon detective," she smiled sadly? And made her way to her vehicle - a large pickup with a Hispanic male driving. "I hope not," Ryan Wolfe whispered to himself watching the two closely as they drove away. He didn't even notice his colleague in a silver car tailing the pair; he was too focused on the blonde staring back at him from her side mirror.