Yush! A new case has been developed!
My sister had brought up this one.
And since I had no cases, why not give it a shot?

Also, someone brought up about wanting the chapters longer.
Um, I think that's what they ment.
In Microsoft Word it looks a lot longer...
I'm sorry that it doesn't look long when I actually put it on FanFiction u.u
I try! I really do! I rack my brain writing.
So I made this one a little bit longer then usual.
DX
Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Sex Appeal
No One Deserves To Be Raped

As the dawn rose over Miami's towering buildings and beautiful beaches. The night owls scurried to bed and the early birds fluttered to life. The busy morning horns began blowing as people rushed to work. The beach babes threw on their bikinis and headed into the crisp sun. The surfers grabbed their boards and hurried into the cool water. The party atmosphere was interrupted by the terrible scream of a woman. She came running up the beach and grabbed the nearest coast guard's arm. "I think there's a dead body by the peers!" With that the coast guard radioed for the police and CSI unit.

"What do we have?" Horatio asked, standing beside Speed as they surveyed the crime scene. "A woman came running up to the coast guard saying there was a dead body down here. He went to check it out and find her still half alive. The EMTs took her to the hospital." He explained, his camera in hand. "Do we know if she was raped?" Horatio asked. "Yea. Most likely. She was only wearing a long shirt. We bagged it as evidence." He snapped pictures as he talked. "Where's Sam?" Horatio looked around, noticing the absence of his niece. "She rode along. In the hope that the girl might tell her something." Speed looked up at Horatio, since he was in crouched position to take close ups. "I see." He slid on his sunglasses and headed to his Hummer.

Meanwhile, at the hospital. "Can you remember what happened before you were attacked?" Sam stood over the young woman, that was laying in the hospital bed. She had been beaten severally, but was about to talk. "I was coming from work… And I decided to just walk up on the board walk… There wasn't a lot of people. One or two… I think one was a homeless man, he was just laying on the concrete. The other was stumbling around… I think he was drunk. But he was all the way down at the end." She paused to recollect on the events. "I was leaning against the railing, staring down at the ocean. And all of a sudden someone came up from behind me and put their hand around my mouth. I tried to fight, but the man was so… strong. He dragged me down the steps that led to underneath the boardwalk. And he proceeded to rape me…" At that point she started to close up again. "Where do you work, Lain?" Sam asked quickly. "I… Work at a gentlemen's club." She mumbled, slightly ashamed. With that Sam nodded and comfortingly patted Lain on the shoulder. "We're going to get him." Lain nodded, thankful that she wasn't judged. Swiftly Sam left the hospital room to locate her partner.

She found him standing outside the Hospital, beside his bike. "What'd you find out?" He questioned. "Just that she was raped, she's emotional, and she works at a gentlemen's club." She had put her small notepad into the back pocket of her pants. "A stripper." He mumbled disgustedly. "Everyone has their ways of making a living." Sam shrugged nonchalant. Speed slid onto the seat of his bike, "So you agree with her method of making money?" "I agree that no one deserves to be beaten and raped." She placed her hand on her hip, a willful look reflected in her eyes as the sun beat down on her confident figure. He knew she had a huge point and he agreed with her, but never would admit it. He slipped on his helmet and motioned for her to sit down on the back. She had adjusted to riding on the back of Speed's motorcycle, due to the fact that she hated to drive. Though it wouldn't make much difference, Speed was a reckless driver to say the least. But it was a thrilling rush to be going at 80 miles per hour, with the wind pressing against you, and never knowing if you're gonna smash into a wall because of Speed's need for speed. Thus she enclosed her arms securely around Speed's waist and held on for dear life as he zipped onto the main road.

Speed slowed down as they pulled into the parking lot of 'Sex Appeal'. It was a rather large building for a strip club. There was a neon blue sign outside that would flicker 'open' at night, as it was morning, the sign wasn't flickering. "Do you think anyone's even here?" Sam inquired, looking at the abandoned lot. "Yea. They're probably still cleaning up…" He spoke as he walked up to the front door and rattled it. There was an unusual silence as they waited. The clicking of a lock broke through it as a bald man that looked around twenty opened the door. He was a muscular man, wearing leather pants, black sunglasses, black steel toed boots, and a black sleeveless shirt with the 'Sex Appeal' logo over his heart. "We're closed." His voice was icy, firm, and brash. "We aren't here for entertainment. We have some questions about a Lain Emerson." Speed held up her picture, though her face was bruised the man nodded, moving aside so they could get in. "What happened to her?" He removed his sunglasses, and Sam noticed how soft and compassionate his green eyes were. 'Appearances really are deceiving.' She thought to herself as Speed explained. "I don't know anyone who would want to hurt her. She's a good girl. Just trying to make a living like everyone else." He massaged his forehead, trying to recall anyone that was acting odd that night. "Most of them were drunk. You know. We've had to thrown a few out because they got pushy or too touchy with the girls. It made them uncomfortable." He then proceeded around the bar counter and pulled out a clipboard. "You guys don't need a warrant for this correct? It's not like a doctor patient thing. They're just men that need an outlet." He mumbled, handing Speed the clipboard. "That's all my staff, it should tell you who worked last night. Talk to them to see if anyone was acting out of place." He nodded. "Thank you." Speed nodded also, before heading out to the parking lot. "Hey…" He stopped Sam for a moment. "Catch the son of a bitch that did this, okay?" She smirked, "It's our job."

"Well the first person that was on duty last night was an Adam Kimler." Speed spoke as his eyes gazed over the paper in front of him. They were still in Sex Appeal's parking lot, debating what they should do next. "Shouldn't the police interview the suspects though?" Sam inquired dully. "Well, we have the list. So lets save them time and us light." He glanced from the paper to her. There was something oddly different about her this morning. She was leaning slightly on his bike, her hair pulled up into a messy bun with loose strands, her faded jean jacket wasn't buttoned, so he could see she was wearing an average black short sleeve shirt underneath it, her pants were hip hugging jeans, and in her hand was a cup of coffee. She looked normal. But there was something off about it. "Hey… Speedo. Stop undressing me with your eyes." She casually took a sip of her warm coffee. 'That's it… That's what's off about her. She's smug today.' He glared at her, "You wish." She scoffed, taking another sip of coffee, "You bet I do." Her sarcastic little come back brought a very small smile to his lips. "Come on. Lets get to work." She took a last sip of coffee, nodding in agreement.

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