An hour after the truck collided with the restaurant, the critically injured had been transported to the hospital. The patrons with minimal injuries were outside by the remaining ambulances, being treated. Several uniformed units had arrived and tapped off the rear exit and entrance of the restaurant. News crews and passersby watched outside the tape at the damage.

Horatio was standing by one of the remaining ambulances, standing with Kyle and Marisol while they were treated. Kyle seated on the gurney whilst Marisol sat on the steel bumper. She'd sustained several facial cuts, but nothing deep or serious. Kyle, on the other hand, sustained a deep cut from lifting the wall, and there was a possibility of infection accompanying his need for stitches.

The paramedic cut off one final strip of adhesive tape and secured the last edge of Marisol's bandage. "Done."

Marisol smiled to the paramedic and stood. "Never a dull moment in Miami, is there."

"It doesn't look that way." Horatio said.

"I've cleaned what I can of the cut, but the hospital will be able to do more." The second paramedic said.

Horatio turned to Marisol. "I want you to go to the hospital with Kyle."

Marisol frowned. "You sure?"

Horatio nodded. "CSI's Wolfe and Boa Vista are on their way. They'll take your statements and whatever trace they can find."

"What about Eric?" Marisol asked.

"I'll talk to Eric, but I need him here."

Marisol nodded. "Okay."

Horatio turned to Kyle.

Kyle nodded. "Alright."

"We're ready to go." The paramedic said.

Horatio helped Marisol into the ambulance. "And Kyle, you only come home once the hospital releases you. Not before, is that understood?"

"Yeah dad." Kyle called.

Horatio looked back to Marisol. "I'll call you later."

Marisol nodded. "I love you."

"I love you too. Both of you." Horatio replied. He closed the door and slammed his hand on the back. The ambulance started up and drove toward the nearest hospital.

"H!"

Horatio turned to see Eric, Calleigh, Walter and Doctor Loman making their way toward the front door.

"What's going on?" Eric asked.

"We have a truck in the middle of Versailles dining hall." Horatio explained. "Tom, we have two accounted fatalities inside the hall. One of which is underneath the truck."

Tom nodded and walking through the entrance of the restaurant.

"Calleigh I want you on the truck. Collect as much trace as you can before we tow it back to the lab." Horatio ordered.

Calleigh nodded, her blonde hair bobbing with her. "I'm on it."

"Walter, I want photos of the crime scene, we may need to reconstruct." Horatio said.

"You got it."

"Guess that means tires and truck directionality." Eric said. He turned, heading for the back of the restaurant.

"Yes, but Eric, moment." Horatio said.

Eric walked over to Horatio. "What's up?"

"I don't want to alarm you, but you need to know. Marisol is a witness in this case."

Eric paused a moment. "Mari was here?"

"Yes she was. She was myself and Kyle when the truck crashed." Horatio explained.

Eric shook his head. "Is she alright?"

"She has a few cuts but nothing serious. She's on her way to the hospital with Kyle as we speak. I have Ryan and Natalia on their way. They will talk to her." Horatio replied.

"H, she's my sister I should-"

"Our personal connection with Mari is exactly why neither of us are with her right now. Now believe me, I understand that you want to be with her. But I need you working this case here." Horatio explained.

Eric sighed. H was right. If he talked to Mari on the job it could compromise her as a witness. It would cause the case more harm than good, not it mention what it could do to both of their careers. "You got me."

"Thank you Eric. See if you can find where that truck came from, and f the driver ever tried to stop." Horatio said.

Eric nodded. "I'm on it." He walked around the restaurant, toward the back.

Frank walked from his squad car to Horatio.

"My turn?" Horatio asked.

Frank nodded. "You're a witness Horatio. Every statement counts."

"Okay then." Horatio replied. "Kyle and I were meeting Marisol for lunch today at twelve thirty. We arrived half an hour late."

"How long would you say you were here?" Tripp asked.

"Forty minutes to an hour."

"Anything catch your attention at all? Server, guests?"

"Nothing." Horatio answered.

"Anything take you away from your table during your time here?" Trip asked.

"Yes there was. Two phone calls, ten minutes apart. The first one was from the DA and the second from you." Horatio explained.

Tripp nodded as he wrote. "Phone logs will agree with that." He looked up from his pad and shook his head. "Of all the places to crash, why a restaurant?"

"I intend to find out, Frank." Horatio said. He started walking into the restaurant. He passed through the lobby. "Did we find the registered owner of the vehicle?"

"Yeah, belongs to a Josephina Caballero. Registration was in the truck." Frank explained.

It held minimal damage to the structure. But once he passed through the archway into the dining hall, the damage was clearly visible. Tables and chairs from the far wall were tossed onto their sides, the ones that hadn't been crushed by the truck anyhow. Glass from the walls, windows, and lights littered the floor beneath their feet.

Calleigh was standing beside the truck, leaning in. From a distance Horatio could see she was pulling something from the seat of the truck, placing it into a small envelope.

"Calleigh." Horatio called.

Calleigh turned. "I found a few hairs on the driver's seat. Could be from the owner or our driver. I also found from trace on the petals. Probably from the drivers shoes. I'll know more when I run it through trace."

Horatio nodded. "Okay let's this truck back to the lab, run trace, DNA, and find the owner of this thing. We to move this truck before we can move the bodies."

Calleigh nodded. "I'm on it."

"Walter, reconstruction."

Walter turned from one of the tripods. "I've got the tripods set for a full three hundred and sixty degree radial turn. Soon as this place is clear, I can start the program."

"Let me know when you've finished reconstruction." Horatio said.

"You'll be the first one I call, H." Walter said. He turned back to the tripod and went back to work.

Horatio walked past the truck, stepping out onto the back street. He noticed the area where the ground reappeared from beneath the glass. He walked out into the street. On the opposite side was Eric, kneeling over a set of skid marks.

"Eric." Horatio called.

Eric looked up from the ground. "I've got plenty of skid marks. Looks like the vehicle turned sharply. Rear wheels skid over the front wheels as the driver tried to keep control of the truck."

"And from there it's a clear shot to the restaurant. Eric how many sets of skid marks?" Horatio asked.

"Just one." Eric answered.

"Estimated speed?"

"Skids about forty feet. Miami asphalt reaches a point six zero for surface drag. Tacoma's are rear-wheel drive; point four. Multiply that all and thirty is thirty-four fifty-six. And the square root is roughly fifty-eight." Eric explained.

"So our driver made the turn at sixty miles an hour before crashing into the restaurant." Horatio said.

"That ain't all H. I found acceleration marks about a hundred feet down the street." Eric explained.

"Good work Eric. See what you can do with Walter on reconstruction."

Eric nodded. "I'm on it."


please note that i have no idea how walter acts. i haven't seen many episodes with him yet.