It rained for two days straight because of Tropical Storm Nicole… and there wasn't any school! But tomorrow there'll be, so before more work comes I'll give you this

Eric rushed into the prints lab and threw on his white coat, his tongue still tingled after that sandwich. As expected, a piece of evidence in its transparent bag presented itself on his table. Soon the gloves slid over his palms and he ridded it of the bag carefully. He examined its grooves of silver and metal then placed it delicately into the fuming chamber. Curiosity got the best of him when the almost opaque cloud covered every crevice of the pistol.

"Eric."

"H.," his head whipped up from the box, "I just put it in…"

"See any prints?" Horatio rested his glasses on the table.

"In my mind yeah, but let's see."

He peeked in as he retrieved it: nothing. Eric sighed shaking his head.

"It's like, we're missing something, H.," he looked to him for further guidance, "I hope Calleigh gets something."

"Where is she?"

"Y–you don't know? She said she was following a lead on new evidence collected from the body. I could've sworn she was heading straight to you before she left."

"That's unlike her, Eric… what evidence?" he shifted his feet as a curious expression developed on his face.

"A ring impression, like someone punched Mrs. Russell before she died. I offered to go but…" He let the words disappear as he suddenly became guilty for not following.

"The person who has motive: she's headed for the husband…" Horatio concluded then began walking out of the lab. He reached for his phone, "Jesse, where are you?"

Eric tore off his gloves then quickly dialed her personal number. With the phone at his ears he waited…

At that same moment Calleigh jumped at the frightening feeling the phone gave against her thigh while vibrating. One quick look revealed to her his number as she turned into the drive way. As she finished parking she grabbed the blackberry which stopped ringing as she did.

"Not now, Eric," she whispered to herself. Her stressed green eyes glanced up at the bedrooms' neatly decorated window frames. She had been just in time to notice one of them with the curtain shivering behind it as if someone had recently been there. She placed the cell phone back on the passenger's seat, grabbed the camera and got out onto the pavement.

"Come on, where are you guys?" she whispered again. Somehow she deduced that the case depended solely on her. Eventually impatience got the best of her leading her towards the entrance.

She rang the bell twice with her left hand and the other rested on her gun still in its holster.

"Officer, you again," Jonathan greeted quite cheerfully, "I thought they already released the crime scene?"

"Yes, Mr. Russell, but I have reason to speak with you. May I come in?"

"Whatever you need," he shrugged. His try at politeness failed and he walked further inside causing her to follow. He leaned against the crème colored armrest of the couch in the open area that she once marveled. The room appeared to her almost gaunt due to her new found evidence.

"Excuse me, but you seem awfully 'happy' for a guy who just lost his wife…"

"So, you came here to lecture me on how to grieve?" he asked incredulously. Calleigh picked up him try to conceal his aggravation through a countless gape of his mouth.

"Look, I'm just trying to keep some sort of hope - I really want you guys to find her body," his voice began cracking suddenly.

"We did in fact find her body, Mr. Russell," she began carefully, "but I found an impression on her abdomen of what might be a ring…"

"What?" he feigned surprise and took a step closer.

"I know this is difficult, but I need to confirm that the impression doesn't match your ring; to exclude you from the suspect list…"

Jonathan took a deep, shaky breath and the constant blinking of his eyes was now noticeable. He suddenly grabbed his hand into a fist, his thumb feeling at his ring.

A split second had gone before she could react to him grabbing her shoulders and shoving her into the hard wood table facing the couch. She grunted as she felt its hard edge against her back and rolled onto the floor. His heavy footsteps were heard racing away. As fast as she could, Calleigh took a breath and stood up pulling out her weapon.

The sudden opening sound of the garage led her along his path through the kitchen. Her feet picked up speed when she realized he could've easily gotten away. She'd regret letting that happen.

She rushed to the furthest end of the kitchen to find the door wide open. Car lights beamed against the walls. The electronic opening was half way up in the garage making for an easy escape for the roaring porche. But Jonathan came face to face with the barrel of her gun.

"Stop right there!" she yelled almost breathless. The heat of the car could be felt on her feet. He panicked at the sight of the gun directly before him. Without warning the car revved and sped right at her. She could only gasp; frozen in shock.

Jonathan then switched to reverse and stepped harshly on the gas. Only he didn't realize the hummer driving towards him. The two vehicles collided.

"Shit, shit!" he screamed as the porche crushed from behind. He jumped out quickly and turned to run for it when he ran into Jesse.

"Drop to the ground now! Lie flat on the ground, move!" he commanded, his own gun aimed. Patrol joined him immediately while Jesse discovered the other hummer parked on the other side of the huge drive way.

His nervous eyes searched the premises for her until he spotted the garage.

"Calleigh, Calleigh!" he shouted, running inside…