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Chapter 10

As Calleigh and Eric made their way through the halls of St. Thomas University to the university's library, Calleigh whispered to Eric, "It feels weird being here."

Eric grinned at her and said, "Is that because there are priests and nuns here?" Both he and Calleigh nodded politely at a priest as they passed him. "Or because of the number of guys giving you the eye?"

And indeed there were a fair number of male students studying Calleigh with an appreciative eye. As far as Eric was concerned it was hard not to. After all, his co-worker was an attractive woman; he should know as he'd unintentionally given her his heart some time ago. Unfortunately, Calleigh had given her heart to Detective Jake Berkeley. Eric quickly quashed the surge of bitterness towards the detective that rose in him. No, he told himself firmly. He'd accepted Calleigh's choice and he would leave it at that. That didn't stop the dreams, especially at night.

Calleigh grinned at Eric's comment and shot back, "Like the girls aren't?" She was referring to the number of female students giving Eric appraising looks. Admittedly, Eric wasn't bad-looking with his Cuban-Russian heritage, tanned looks, and muscular body that suggested a regular work-out. She knew he ran and swam on a regular basis. Oh Eric, her heart whispered sadly. I would if I could, but I'm too damn scared and Jake is, well, he's safe, for lack of better word.

Eric grinned even broader. "Way out of my age range. Besides, my sisters would kill me if I even tried it."

"Not to mention your mother," Calleigh shot back.

"True."

At the library they were quickly directed to the head librarian. Once they explained who they were and what they were after, they were directed to the school archivist. He wasn't in but his assistant, a pretty student by the name of Madeline, offered to help, especially when Eric gave her one of his heart-stopping, female-melting smiles.

"Do you have a time-frame for Father Fernandez?" Madeline asked, blushing.

Calleigh and Eric looked at each other and it was Calleigh who admitted, "Not really. We just know his name has come up in the course of an investigation and we're trying to find out who he is. All we know is he's a priest."

"Is it possible he could be Anglican? Are you sure he's Catholic?" Madeline asked.

"He's a definite Spaniard," Calleigh said. "And if I know my history right, Spain is primarily Roman Catholic, are they not?"

"Good point," Madeline conceded. "You wouldn't happen to have his full name, would you?"

Again Calleigh and Eric looked at each other. "All we know is the name Father Amadis Fernandez," Calleigh admitted.

"Damn," Madeline muttered, biting her lip. "Well, I hate to say this, but without a full name and a time-frame, the search is going to take weeks," she admitted. "There have been a lot of priests in Miami, especially since the early 1700's."

"Oh boy," Eric muttered, doing a rapid mental calculation. "That's almost three hundred years of history."

"Exactly," Madeline said.

"We're never going to be able to find this guy," Calleigh muttered to Eric.

"Not unless H. and Frank have managed to locate where the cross originally came from," Eric muttered back. Just then, as if on cue, his cell phone went off, causing the group to jump. Eric gave Madeline an apologetic smile and answered the phone. "Delko," he said.

"Eric, we've located Father Fernandez's possessions," Horatio said without permeable.

"Great! Any chance of getting a time-frame?" Eric asked.

"Yes, indeed. We've located a journal belonging to the priest and it starts in May of 1569," Horatio said.

"1569?" Eric repeated. He whistled low. "Do we have a full name?"

"Amadis Murrieta Fernandez," Horatio said. "According to his liturgy, he may have been ordained in 1566. According to the first entry we found in his journal, which Father Diago was kind enough to translate for us, he arrived in Miami in May of 1969 and was not happy about it but as always, and I quote, was in the service of the Lord."

"Aren't they all? When did he die?" Eric asked.

"The last entry for his journal is July 3rd, 1569. He refers to going to a meeting with the local natives, possibly a ceremony," Horatio said.

"Three months? I'm surprised he lived that long," Eric commented.

"As am I, especially since the journal writings suggest a devout man very close to being a religious fanatic, almost a Jesuit."

Eric groaned.

"My thoughts exactly," Horatio said, correctly interpreting Eric's groan. A religious fanatic in a hostile land like Miami amongst the local natives, the Tequesta and Calusas, who had been in the area for possibly thousands of years? So not a good mix.

"Okay, thanks, H. That'll help us on our end," Eric said. "What's going to happen to the journal?"

"It and the other books we found in the box will be turned over to a museum restorer, one who specializes in historical documents, for examination and then possibly turned over to the Catholic church for safe-keeping, unless the church decides to donate the items to a museum," Horatio said.

"Makes sense. Something like that would be extremely valuable," Eric said, "not to mention fragile as hell."

"Very much so, Eric, very much so."

The two men hung up and Eric turned to Calleigh and Madeline with a grin. "Amadis Murrieta Fernandez, arrived in Miami in May of 1569. Quite possibly never left, at least not alive and very possibly not in one piece."

Both women cringed at the implications but Madeline said, "Well, hopefully that'll make him a bit more easier to find."

"Excuse me?" a polite male voice with a slight accent asked.

The group turned around to see a young man look looking at them with something just shy of eagerness.

"Yes?" Calleigh asked.

"Did I hear you right when you said you were looking for Amadis Murrieta Fernandez, a Catholic priest?" the young man asked.

"Yes, you did," Eric said. "His name came up in the course of an investigation."

"And you said his journal had been found?" the young man asked.

"Why?" Calleigh asked suspiciously.

The young man blushed. "Forgive me for being nosy, but Father Fernandez was one of my ancestors," he explained.

Both Calleigh and Eric looked at each other with a raised eyebrow. Oh yeah?

"My name is Carlos McIlroy," the young man said, offering his hand. "I'm a student here and I've been trying to trace my family heritage."

"Calleigh Duquesne and Eric Delko, Miami-Dade Crime Lab. Forgive me for saying so, but-" Calleigh said, shaking his hand.

"I know, I know. I look Cuban but my last name is Scottish. Dad was a Scotsman when he married Mom, who's from Cuba. What can I say? I've got an interesting family background," Carlos said, grinning.

Eric grinned. "Obviously. What do you know about Father Fernandez?"

"Unfortunately not a heck of a lot," Carlos admitted. "Only what I was able to find in the archives and all that contained was when he was ordained and where he was from originally, which is a city in Spain called Valencia."

"How did he wind up in Miami?" Calleigh asked.

"I'm not sure at this point but I think it may have had something to do with Queen É lisabeth of Valois, who died on October 3rd of 1568 and was wife to Philip the Second of Spain between 1559 and 1568," Carlos said. "At least that's the family story."

"Too bad they didn't have cameras back then," Calleigh quipped.

"No, but I did find one thing just as good," Carlos said. "I found a pencil drawing of him."

Both CSI's perked up at that. "Can you e-mail us a copy? I'm really curious to see what this guy looks like," Calleigh said, giving the student her best, brightest smile. Eric grinned; he knew that smile.

Five, four, thr-," he mentally counted down. He didn't even reach three when Carlos gave in and blushingly accepted Calleigh's e-mail address.