A Killer's Law
A/N: See, I told you I'd update sooner. Maybe I'll even post this chapter today… Anyways, I don't own CSI: Miami or any of the characters, etc etc.
Chapter SixHe stood in the early morning light, waiting. He wore his sunglasses again. He hated being outside, but his prey was always outside. So he had to adapt. The sunglasses helped immensely. Without them, the sun would blind him.
He stood watching the Sun rise over the ocean. A beautiful sight. He held Laura's badge in his hand. He watched it reflect the sun, fascinated.
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Calleigh had finally fallen asleep sometime after midnight. Her shift didn't start until nine and Horatio had told her not to be early. She frowned, knowing that her boss had most likely spent the night asleep on the couch in his office. She sat at her table, the files scattered over it. She looked at crime scene photos and evidence reports. The guy was smart. He left only what he wanted to be found.
She drank her first cup of coffee slowly, knowing that she would need the caffeine. She stifled a yawn as she looked out her apartment window. It was another beautiful day in Miami. Her mind wandered as the sky turned pink. She thought of the days she used to wake up early just to watch the sky change from midnight blue to steely grey to pink and then finally to pale blue. But, today, the sky turned red.
Red sky at morning sailor's warning, red sky at night, sailor's delight, she thought. This probably meant rain. She flicked on the T.V. as she thought about the weather. What better way to clear your mind than watching the weather from around the country? It wasn't as if she actually cared what the weather in Washington was, or how the drought was affecting Georgia. It was just something mindless.
She drank the rest of her coffee while watching the weather channel where they were talking about heat waves in Las Vegas.
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Natalia pulled into the parking garage. She knew Horatio had told her not to come, but she did anyways. She had slept horribly and refused to sit around her apartment for another few hours. She had to do something. She locked her car by pressing a button on her keys and set the alarm.
Her mind was set on only one thing: catching the cop killer. She walked into the building and didn't see the man brush past her wearing sunglasses. She headed to the elevator and rode upwards to the crime lab.
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He carefully infiltrated the home base of cops. Their "safe haven". He walked up to the desk and filed a report about his car that had gone "missing". He had actually driven his car way out of the way and rode back on a filthy bus. But now he had an excuse to be here.
He walked by a desk and discretely placed an envelope on it as he left. He kept his expression frustrated because, after all, his car was missing. As he left, he walked past a woman. She had brown hair and an interesting expression. She was determined.
He walked past her casually even though he was actually watching her closely. Maybe she would do…
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Calleigh was right, of course. Horatio had slept in his office. On his too short couch. In his clothes. He stretched as the first signs of light filtered in from the window to the outside world. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and stood.
He checked his watch and saw that it was now 6:30 in the morning. He had slept for four hours. Horatio walked over to his desk where he kept extra clothes for cases like these. He took them to the locker room.
He showered in the showers and shaved at the sink. His red hair was unruly as ever as he ran his fingers through it. He dressed in a white shirt and dark grey pants. He returned to the crime lab and saw Natalia in the evidence locker.
She was staring at a report but not really seeing it. She had fallen asleep with her eyes open. This only happened when she was extremely tired. After all, she had only gotten a few hours of sleep the night before and last night she got maybe one if she put together all the short naps she had.
Horatio watched her breath deeply for a minute. She was either concentrating a lot or asleep. He knew she had gone home last night; he had made sure of it. But, she looked exhausted as she stood staring. He opened the door to the evidence locker and Natalia jumped a foot in the air.
"Horatio!" she said rather breathlessly. She had been caught sleeping on the job by the boss himself.
"Miss BoaVista," he said, tilting his head the way he did when talking to small children. "How much sleep did you get?" As he expected, she looked at the floor and shrugged. "Come on," he lead her to the break room and grabbed them both a much needed cup of coffee.
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He sat in the coffee shop frequented by the cops. He drank his coffee, a disgusting drink that he would never understand, and read the paper, another useless action in his mind. Several uniformed cops were there, but most were men and bought coffee quickly and left. A few were women, but they didn't have the… spark that he wanted.
He watched as people walked by on the street, pretending to read his newspaper. He had gotten good at spotting the prey. The women he liked walked with a sense of duty. They always seemed to be headed somewhere. They weren't the type to loiter in the street.
He watched as a woman entered the coffee shop. She had long blonde hair and skin the colour of his love's. She had the same eyes, too. Her hair was a bit too light, but that didn't really matter.
She walked the right way too. But, she looked more like an actress or a lawyer than a cop. But, maybe he could make an exception. After all, he did want to grab someone before the idiots figured out his clues.
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Calleigh couldn't stand it. She left her house at seven thirty. She knew that she wasn't supposed to be at work until nine, but she would go crazy if she stayed home until then. She grabbed her keys, set her alarm, and locked her door. She took the stairs to her car (there was no telling whether the elevator would work today) and unlocked her car. She drove her personal car to work and traded it out for the department issue Hummer when she was on the clock.
She drove to work and figured that she would stop for coffee so that she wouldn't be too early. She stopped at the café down the street from the crime lab. It was where she usually bought her coffee. Most cops frequented this place because of its location and good, cheap coffee.
Calleigh opened the door and strode over to the counter. She ordered a coffee with a very long and complicated name (which turned out to be translated into hot coffee with caramel flavoring.). She glanced around as she waited for her coffee. She spotted several couples drinking, a few college students working, several cops going in and out, and a man reading the paper and drinking his coffee.
She took her coffee when they finished, thanked them and left.
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Ryan Wolfe sat on his bed in his spotless room. Actually, his entire apartment was spotless. He couldn't believe that one officer was dead and another was missing for almost twenty-four hours.
Statistically speaking, she was going to be dead soon if she wasn't already. Ryan's dreams had been haunted by the picture of Laura Lockhart. In all of them, she had been dead. She was positioned like Debbie Smithson. Her blood and brain matter scattered all over an unknown building.
He shuddered as he recalled his dreams. No, not dreams, nightmares.
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Eric walked into the crime lab, carrying a blank envelope. It had already been X-rayed and was deemed clean. He opened the envelope carefully. Inside was a letter, typed. It read:
"Dear Crime Lab,
"I'm sure you have this letter, since it is 'evidence' of a crime. I would like to help you solve your little puzzle, but the other cops were too stupid, so why should you be any different? I've been to almost thirty states and I have never found her.
"I've tried lawyers and judges and reporters. I've also targeted housewives and CEO's and senators. But, none of them have lived up to her. And, now, the cops aren't living up to my standards.
"I'm sad to say that I had higher hopes for them. However, Laura was a lot of fun. She understood me before she gave way to the fear. I think I'll stick with cops a bit longer. I have my eyes on a few. However, the only one that I've seen that will live up to her I suspect of not being a cop. This saddens me deeply. I may still take her, though.
"It depends on whether or not my next target is any good.
"Also, you may want to check out 8974 South Shore Street in the Everglades. I think you may enjoy what you find.
"Sincerely,
"Killer"
A/N: My killer is getting bold. Who's he after next? And, when will I update next? This will be answered the next time I update! Which will hopefully be soon because I have this weird need to write. And, I felt bad about leaving this fic for so long so I picked it up again. I finished this one on 5/3 so see, I AM keeping my promise to update! Wow, I think This was my longest chapter yet…
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