"Miami Dade PD," Horatio sounded off. He kicked down the door and sure enough, John and Micheal had yet another victim. At least she was still living though. Horatio closed his eyes in disappointed, thinking it could have been more that he could do before it got to this point.

The patrol men arrested them and escorted them down to the police station. There, Horatio obtained a warrant for John Mackey's DNA to run it against the sample that Calleigh had. Giving Mackey's DNA sample to Natalia, he headed towards interrogation to hear the rapists statements.

Natalia, prepared the sample and ran it right. When the results came up, she stared in horror at it. She called Horatio and Horatio came to the lab.

"What is it Ms. Boa Vista. The sample is a match to Mr. Mackey."

Natalia shook her head no. "No Horatio. The sample is still unknown. The semen in Natasha isn't a match to any of our known suspects."

"Okay," Horatio said, thinking about everything he knew about Natasha. "Maybe it's not a known sampled on our suspects because it's not from our suspects."

"So are you saying that we have a third rapist?" Natalia shook her head in disbelief. Never have she encountered so many rapists on one case.

"Not at all. I'm thinking it's possible that she had sex before she was raped."

Natalia didn't understand. So what's the difference between sex and rape. What sex is consensual and rape is forced? So. She spoke up. "I don't understand."

"I'll explain it to you later. Right now, we need to pay a visit to Natasha."

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Calleigh found herself back in the hospital, this time though, she would have to ask the questions that she knew for sure were going to be hard on Natasha. She walked in the room and Natasha was sitting up in the bed, watching TV. She was shocked to see her aunt again.

"When you say you care, you really aren't lying are you?" Natasha said.

Calleigh smiled. "Yeah, I brought you something." She handed her a card and a teddy bear. "How are you doing?"

"Great. My lip was hurting a bit, but I took some aspirin. It's fine now."

It was silent for a moment and then Calleigh spoke up. "So...we have the men in custody that did this to you."

Natasha nodded her head.

"Okay, I know this is going to be hard on you but I need you to tell me exactly what happened to you."

"Well," Natasha started. "I was heading to the apartment when the men attacked me from behind. The threw me in the van and drove to an abandon building. Then, we got out, I screamed and my lights were punched out. I woke up and I was tied to a bed in the basement. And that's when the real attack happened."

"Okay," Calleigh said. "So did more than one man rape you?"

Natasha swallowed hard. "I believe before you guys showed up that the other guy would have had his turn on me, but it didn't happen."

Calleigh looked at her confusingly. "Are you saying that only one of them raped you?"

Natasha nodded. "Yeah."

"Well, we have the samples from your sexual cavity and two semen matches came out. One of Micheal Hogart and another one unknown. Do you know anything about that?"

Natasha looked around and sighed. She lay her head back against the bed. "Yeah, I know something about that. It could be from this boy named Travis. I can't believe he would burn me like that."

"What?" Calleigh asked. She already knew the answer but she wanted Natasha to spell it out to her.

"Travis and I had sex before the whole attack. I was going home to take a shower."

Calleigh stayed in silence before a moment. "You know we are going to have to get a sample from him to confirm your story."

"What you don't believe me," Natasha said. She got defensive.

"It's not that," Calleigh said. "We're trained to follow evidence and protocol."

"Yeah, whatever," Natasha said. "I knew you came here for something. So if you don't mind, I would like to be by myself right now."

Calleigh stared at her for a moment. It was so much that she wanted to say to Natasha, but she was sure she wouldn't understand. She got up silently, looked over at Natasha again, and left out the room.

Back at CSI, Calleigh headed towards Horatio's office. Calleigh was forced to tell him exactly what Natasha had told her. He had patrol bring in Travis.

"What history do you have with Natasha Duquesne?" Ryan asked.

"She goes to my school," Travis stated.

"Is that it?" Ryan asked.

"Yeah, what else do you want me to tell you," Travis said smugly.

"How about the truth," Horatio said, stepping in. "We found your DNA inside her."

Travis had a smile on her face. "Okay, she asked for it. Did you think I would turn it down?"

Horatio looked away. "You took advantage of a young girl."

"Trust me, she's not a little girl," he said with a smile on his face.

Horatio looked away in disgust. "Get him out of my face." One of the officers took him away.

A lab test confirmed that the unknown DNA sample was indeed that of Travis.

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Calleigh came to pick Natasha up from the hospital about 1:00pm the next day. She had been grateful that Horatio had actually allowed her that time out. She stepped in the room and Natasha was already ready. "How you doing?" Calleigh asked.

"Fine."

"Okay then, let's go." After signing papers they left.

Natasha sat in the passenger's side of the hummer, just dazed out. A picture, taped to the dashboard caught her attention. It was a picture of Calleigh, Eric and Speed. Speed was looking straight at the camera while Eric was looking at Calleigh, smiling and Calleigh was looking off to the side. There was a picture next to it and it was of the entire team. Eric and Calleigh were in the center and the team were surrounded around them, smiling at the camera. Natasha smiled as she thought about Eric again.

Calleigh pulled into the parking lot of her apartment complex. Natasha was the first person to jump out. When Calleigh opened the front door of the apartment, Natasha headed straight for her bedroom. Once there, she closed the door.

"Okay, what would you like for dinner?" Calleigh asked through the doors. This was becoming really beneath her. Normally, she would have just said forget it and watched a movie, but considering what Natasha had been through, she decided against her better judgment.

"Whatever you want," Natasha yelled.

"How about take out?" Calleigh asked.

"Fine."

Calleigh sighed heavily and began talking. "Okay, I'll be back in a few." She grabbed her car keys and left out the apartment. She jumped in her hummer. She could have easily just ordered take out and have them deliver it to the house, but she felt a long drive would do some good. Calleigh was beginning to lose her patience with Natasha but she didn't want to be like all the rest of Natasha's aunts who sent her back whenever things got too hard.

Natasha was back at the house, lounging in the living room watching television when the bell ranged. She got up and answered it, thinking it could be her aunt. The expression on her face turned shocked. "Eric, what are you doing here?"

I want him so badly, Natasha began thinking.

"I'm here to see your aunt. Where is she?"

"She went out to get dinner, but your more than welcome to stay. She should be back in about five minutes. She's been gone long enough to be back." She lied but she figured that would be perfect time for her to get to know Eric.

Eric didn't really want to come in but he came in anyway. He just wanted to see Calleigh. Natasha closed the door behind him. "Can I get you something to drink?"

Eric sighed and agreed. "Yeah. Water will be fine."

She went to the refrigerator and grabbed two bottles of water. She came back to the living room and handed one to Eric. It was awkwardly silent so Eric decided to break it. "So how are you holding up?"

"Pretty good," Natasha said, trying to figure out the best approach to Eric. He seemed gentle but tough. Sweet but sour at the same time. "So what is your main job at CSI?"

Eric smiled. "I specialize in fingerprints but I do a bit of everything. My main job is to bring these perps to justice."

Natasha smiled and flipped her hair aside. "I would like to be a CSI when I get older. What do you have to do to become one?"

"A CSI's job is not glamorous at all," Eric started. He started explaining to her all the education that was needed. "Do you aunt know?"

"Do my aunt know what?" Natasha asked.

"That you want to be a CSI," Eric said, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. He sat up a little straighter on the sofa.

"I haven't talked to her about that yet. She's always babbling on about other things. My aunt Calleigh is so much of a perfectionist that if she used the bathroom out of order, it'll go against her whole life."

"Calleigh's not like that," Eric said. He rubbed his lips together, wishing her hadn't said anything to add on her conversation.

Natasha noticed and she like they way he rubbed his lips. She was starting to get turned on from it. "Okay, if you think I'm lying, here's her planner." It was on the table and Natasha picked it up and handed it to him.

"No," Eric said, "I don't want to see it." He gave it back to her. She gave it back to him.

During that time, Calleigh came in the door and saw what was going on. "Eric, what are you doing with my organizer?"

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