Title: I'll Never Let You Go

Author: AllOverTheWorld

Summary: A killer with a grudge against Serbian immigrants is quickly increasing his body count in Miami. Can Horatio and Calleigh stay focused on the work after an event at the crime scene brings new and undiscovered feelings to the surface?

Authors Notes: Thanks to elislin and Pinkyster for reviewing.


Calleigh was upset, being restrained in this tiny little apartment was god damn infuriating to her. She felt like a caged animal with nothing left to do but pace agitatedly. Horatio wasn't letting her come to Dejan Sabtanovic's last known address, no matter how much she protested. He had tried to reason with her by saying how because this guy had tried to kill her already. Of course she countered with the fact that he was more interested in the information about guns that she had in her living room and the rest of the fire was overkill. It was only after he had threatened to cuff her to the radiator until he came back that she finally settled, unwillingly.

Turning away from Frank, Horatio walked towards the bedroom door and knocked "Calleigh." He said, hoping she would talk to him.

"Unless you've realized that I am more than able to protect myself I don't want to hear it." She said and her accent was much more prominent than usual. This small fact brought a smile to Horatio's face and seemed to sense this.

"Would you come out here if I told you I did realize that?" he said and he knew he had her attention

"But wait, lemme guess, you know I'm capable but you're not going to let me anywhere near that crime scene."

"Calleigh listen please." He begged softly, yup, he begged, Horatio Caine begged and he would only do that for Calleigh.

She seemed to know this and she opened the door to let him in "I'm listening." She said and sat down on the bed.

Horatio took a seat next to her and as he did so his hand rested gently on top of hers "Calleigh I do understand that you are more than capable of handling any person that comes at you face to face but this guy hasn't even come near you yet." She knew it wasn't all, he knew that wasn't all but she was the one that voice it.

"You don't want me to get hurt."

Horatio sighed "Yes." There was no point in lying to her.

"I'm not scared of him or getting hurt or people trying to kill me."

"I know."

"Then why are you?"

"Because someone has too."

Silence descended on the pair as Calleigh considered this statement and Horatio wondered if he had said the wrong thing. Lucky for the both of them Eric's arrival stopped that conversation in it's tracks and Horatio said "I've got to go."

Calleigh looked up at him "Have fun without me."

"I won't." he said and walked out of the room, casting one last glance at Calleigh before he did.


Horatio and Eric were a few blocks from Dejan's last known address when Eric finally spoke what was on his mind "Look, H, I'm really sorry about calling Calleigh and asking her about the gun."

"Eric, it's fine."

"I nearly got her killed."

True, this was true and yet Horatio said "She's alive Eric" That's all the counts. He added mentally.

Eric had no reply but lucky for him they pulled up to the seedy apartment complex that Dejan was registered to have last lived in "What a dump." Eric said as he got out of the car, gun drawn.

Horatio nodded his agreement as they walked up the stairs to the apartment and paused outside the door. Horatio knocked "Miami Dade PD, open up!"

No reply.

"On my count." Horatio said "One, two" and on three Eric kicked in the door in and Horatio backed him up as they stepped into the apartment.

At first glance it was empty but then, as they worked on clearing it, they realized that someone was indeed living there. That someone owned:

One sleeping bag

One crappy air mattress

One down pillow

A hefty collection of guns (all Serbian Horatio noticed)

An Apple Laptop

Except none of that was the most interesting or disturbing thing they found in the apartment. No, the most disturbing thing was the two walls covered with everything a killer would need to do in order to know his victims better than they knew themselves. The walls were covered in pictures, copies of their schedules, people they talked to, what trains they took, what gas stations they stopped at, pictures of their passports and when and where they came into the United States. It was truly the best stalking job (if Horatio could say that) he had ever seen.

The only problem with the two walls covered in evidence was that two of people weren't dead yet. The first person Horatio didn't recognize but the second set of, well everything, was newer than all the rest and this person was very, very familiar.


They went into his apartment. He watched from the motel across the street as that stupid hummer pulled up and the red head and his Hispanic buddy went into the complex, no doubt to go into his apartment. That was the one fault in his plane that he just couldn't fix, couldn't get out of because he couldn't bring himself to leave that apartment.

As he stood there he knew that they would catch him soon, it was only a matter of time. However he still had two things to take care of before that could happen. The first was part of the original plan, the way to exact his revenge to get back at his parents. You see, back when Yugoslavia was crumbling the Serbian borders were being closed faster than people could escape them. However some people did, his parents did but they left him behind. They left him behind, eleven years old and alone in a country that was a disaster area.

He had grown to hate them, them and everything they had done and so when he was sixteen he started planning his revenge. It had taken years to get his hands on one of the famed 'blacklists' that would tell him the names of people wanted by the government for leaving. Luck for him this list was of people all located in Miami. Now, here he was, almost done but then that stupid CSI had gotten in his way.

Calleigh. He liked her name, the way it rolled of his tongue was foreign to him and that was exciting. But it was such a shame he was going to have to kill her, kill her for getting in his way. Kill her because she knew to much about the country he loved and the weapons he adored.


Quick chapter I know but I wanted to get it out. Real quick question to anyone that is reading this: recently the number of reviews I have been getting has dropped significantly so can anyone please tell me if it is something I'm doing wrong with my writing or what!

Thanks,

AllOverTheWorld