Disclaimer: don't own anything but my thoughts… and even that's up for debate ;) actually Greg's cats are mine, while one is. The other is my grandmother's cat.

A/N: Thanks to Heatherjwood. You're my first and only reviewer. I've been thinking someone should write a story with his 'sixth sense' for while so I got tired of waiting.

Greg and Sara processed the area, but didn't find much. The rain that had been threatening to turn into a downpour all night had washed away much of their evidence, and the inky darkness seemed to permeate the desert. The flashlights helped, but there was no moon, and little illumination beyond a few feet in front of them.

"That could have been a tire thread." Greg had somehow noticed a set of grooves in the mud. They were about the right distance apart for an SUV to be what they were looking for, but there wasn't enough detail to go beyond that.

Sara walked over to check out the threads Greg had found. She handed him a tape measure to confirm the size of the vehicle they were looking for. "Nice catch. It will help when we get something to compare it to." Suddenly, something else caught her eye. "Shoe impressions." she pointed out to her partner.

"To bad we don't have enough detail to get more then size." Greg commented as Sara photographed them. "Looks like the killer got out of the truck with body, dumped it, and walked away. The impressions going away from the body aren't as deep."

Sara agreed with him, but they didn't find anything add to as they finished processing the scene. They headed back to the lab, hoping that their John Doe was in AFIS, or some other database. Otherwise, they didn't have a lot to go on.

David greeted them as they walked into the post mortem exam. "Hey, guys. I think we've got an ID. His prints were in AFIS for illegally selling firearms, among other things. His name is Manuel Rivera. He was arrested in Miami a few years back, but skipped out on bail. Arresting officer's name was Lt. Horatio Caine. Maybe he can tell you more."

"Thanks a lot." Greg was glad that they had a name to work with.

"Did you get the bullet?" Sara knew they would need more than a name to solve the case.

"Right here." David handed her a small caliber bullet. She put it an evidence envelope. "Greg, why don't you see if you can get somewhere with the tattoo, and see if you can get a hold this Lt. Caine. I think Cath and Warrick worked with him a few years ago.

"Are you kidding? It's like three in morning, when normal people are trying to sleep." Sara just gave him that look. The one that could shut him up without a word. He went to comply with her request.

Greg decided to look into the tattoo first, not wanting to wake up Lt. Caine himself. He ran it through the database, to find exactly why it seemed so familiar. It turned out the tattoo was from a very dangerous gang called the Mela Noches, who were currently active in Miami. Sanders remembered seeing something about them in the news. He remembered Caine had lead a huge bust around the time Manuel had been arrested.

Sara popped her head in. "Hey, did find anything?"

Greg filled her in on what he knew about the Mela Noches. She nodded in agreement. "Makes sense. The bullet traces back to gun stolen in Miami when our vic skipped out on bail."

"Guess that's where we're going." Greg sighed. They would have to wake up Det. Caine anyway. Greg grabbed his phone, hoping Horatio was a morning person.

A/N: Sorry to leave you there, but I need to go to class. I will update again ASAP, and our friends in Miami are in there, I promise. Pretty please would review my story? Thank you.