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"Nice," Eric said, hopping down from the Hummer and examining a car in the driveway.

"Remember why we're here, Eric," Calleigh said, rolling her eyes but smiling at the same time.

"I will, I will," he reassured her.

Together they went inside, Eric looking around getting more and more impressed with the place by the minute and to the front counter where a man was standing, his back facing them.

"Excuse me?" Calleigh said when they'd approached the counter. The man turned around and flashed a smile at her. He was tall, dark hair slicked back and had a dark tan. She smiled back and Eric felt a pang of jealousy.

"Call me Mark, can I help you?" he asked.

"Yea, you can," Eric said, stepping up beside Calleigh and flashing his badge. "We need to know who in the last few weeks you've sold customized chrome rims to. Also," Eric took a picture out of the folder he was carrying with him, "do you know what tires these treads belong to, and if you sold a combination of those and the chrome rims to someone with an SUV?"

Mark looked surprised and almost scared at all of the sudden questions. Calleigh put a hand on Eric's arm, to calm him down. "Sorry sir, but we're investigating a homicide and we need this information."

"Sure, whatever," he shrugged, getting over it fast, and bent down behind the counter. When he came back up he had a black binder and a catalogue. He opened it and looked up at the two of them. "I keep all records of the sales I make in here. Those treads you showed me look like these," he opened the catalogue to a certain page and pointed a finger at it, "and I do believe I sold some chrome rims along with these special tires to a guy by the name of..." this time he quickly flipped open the black binder, startling Calleigh and Eric who blinked but waited calmly, and stopped on a page with various information. "His name was Travis Petty. Got these things for a 2007 Dodge Nitro. It was pretty pimped out already."

"You saw it?" Eric asked. The guy nodded yes.

"Yup, he drove it here, our mechanics put the tires on right away and then he left," he looked back and forth from Eric to Calleigh. "I didn't get a licence plate number but I can tell you it was red," he said, seemingly knowing they were going to ask. "Can I help you with anything else?"

"No sir, thanks so much for all of this information, you've really helped," Calleigh thanked him and tugged at Eric's sleeve.

"But sir," Eric kept on, "can we take this page from your folder?" It was hole punched and clipped in, so he didn't have to rip any pages.

"Sure thing, mind if I go to the back and make you a copy though? I need this but I'll be happy to make the copy."

"Yea, no problem," Eric said. While Mark went around the back to get the copy, Eric gazed around the shop. Calleigh smiled and nudged him in the ribs.

"You impressed with this place huh?"

"Are you kidding me? Of course I am. I just wish I could afford to do this stuff to my car."

Calleigh laughed. "Well I for one think it's a waste of money, a complete man thing."

Eric shrugged. "I am a man, and I would waste my money on it if I had the money to waste."

"Officers?" They heard from behind them. They both turned back around to face Mark. "Here you go. Glad I could help you, if you need anything else feel free to drop by again, or you could call, we're in the book."

"Thanks again man," Eric said. "You've helped us out quite a bit."

Mark nodded once more before Calleigh and Eric turned to go back out to the Hummer.

...

I opened my eyes, just to see nothing but the white of Ryan's jacket. I sat up; I had been leaning into him, and looked at an over head clock. 9 am. We were still in the break room. I rubbed my face and looked around, no one else was there. I sat there thinking. Wondering if Calleigh and Eric had gotten a break yet, if they'd seen or heard from anyone who knew where Emily was, and then of course, I worried. Ryan was still sleeping, leaning on the arm of the couch, face buried in his own arm.

I was up and getting coffee when I was startled by the annoying chime of Ryan's cell phone. He woke up with a start, saw me standing there, took his phone out of one of his jacket pockets and threw it on the floor in front of me. Obviously he wasn't in the mood for a phone conversation. The phone was fine; it wasn't a long drop from the couch to the floor, so I picked it up and looked at the ID. "Delko" was blinking on and off the screen, along with a picture of Eric that no doubt was candid. I had no idea Ryan actually used the camera on his phone, let alone the picture ID. Flipping the phone open to answer I decided to take a look through all the photos later on.

"Hello?"

"Cassandra? Where's Wolfe?"

I looked back towards the couch where Ryan was now lying on his side, sleeping again.

"He's sleeping."

"Are you still at the lab?"

"Uh huh."

"Well we have a job for you."

Right away I was a little more excited than usual. "Oh yea? What would that be?"

"We need you to pick up a suspect."

"Okay-"

"But," he stopped me, "only pick up. You're not allowed to interrogate, ask about Emily, or any of that. Just the reason why he's being arrested – suspected kidnapping – and bring him in. Make sure you tell Ryan that too, no threats either."

I rolled my eyes, like Eric had never threatened a suspect. "Sure thing, where is this guy?" I grabbed a pen and a notepad and jotted down the address and the suspects name that Eric read out to me, hung up with him and then went to wake Ryan up. I didn't know why, but I got some weird pleasure out of waking people up in obnoxious ways.

I walked over and sat on him, he cringed inwardly right away, I was right on his side. He tried pushing me off but instead I bounced, only to bug him more. Finally he opened his eyes and looked at me like I was crazy.

"Uh ow!" he said.

I jumped off of him and the couch. "Get up; we've finally got a job to do."

He sat up, rubbing his side and looked at me. "What?"

"A job Ryan! Come on! Get some coffee and let's go!"

"What's the job?" he said, standing and getting coffee like I'd said.

"Picking up a suspect."

He looked at me, and I knew what he was thinking so I decided to give him Eric's rules. "We're only picking up, not interrogating, asking any questions, or threatening him."

Ryan huffed. "Fine, but if he is the one -"

"Eric and Horatio will take good care of him I'm sure," I insisted. "Come on slow poke!"

He rubbed his face with his hand. "I feel dirty."

"No time for showers, later, when we get back, come on!" I grabbed his sleeve and dragged him out of the room, glad to be able to do something to help.

...

It was a quiet drive to the address Eric had given me. Ryan had let me drive; I didn't think he was in a very good mood.

"So, Ryan?"

"Hmm?"

"Why does Horatio call you Mr. Wolfe?"

Ryan turned in his seat to look at me. "I don't know. I think it might have something to do with the fact that I was sort of Speedle's replacement, and he called him 'Speed', so I guess he doesn't want to have the same relationship with me that he had with Speedle."

I glanced at him. "Who's Speedle?"

"He was the guy who worked here before I came along..."

"What happened to him?"

"He was shot in the line of duty."

"Oh..."

"Yea... didn't get a lot of love for my first year, especially from Eric."

"I see, so... that's what's behind all of H's formalities..."

"Yea, or maybe it's that I'm the youngest, besides you, and he doesn't want me to feel like the youngest," he said. "You realize he calls you Miss James right?"

I thought about it for a minute. "Whoa, he does!"

Ryan laughed then shrugged. "I guess we'll never know."

"Here we are," I said, pulling to the side of the street to park. We both got out and went to the front door. The house was huge, this guy was probably loaded. Ryan knocked first.

"MDPD!" I yelled. Ryan looked at me and I shrugged. "I like doing that."

The door opened, and both Ryan and I looked up. This guy was tall, massively huge! "Uh, are you," I looked at my paper, "Travis Petty?"

"Yea, who's asking?"

"We're from the Miami Dade Police Department; you're going to have to come with us..." Ryan said.

...

"Did you see that guy Ryan?" I asked. We were back in the break room, since we weren't allowed to interrogate this Mr. Petty.

"I couldn't exactly see his face, he was standing too close and if I looked any farther up I might have broken my neck."

"He made me feel so tiny. I mean, no offense Ryan, but you're not tall, and standing beside you makes me feel short! He was huge."

"He made me nervous."

"He could be the guy..."

Ryan looked at me. "You're right. It's almost like this didn't happen. Like Emily's at home right now with a babysitter."

I sat down beside him. "Yea. We'll find her; Calleigh and Eric are working hard, and Horatio."

"Now you're the one being positive."

"Well they finally have a lead."

"That's true. They better call us after their interrogation with this guy."

"I'm hungry," I said, trying to change the subject.

"Hm... Dairy Queen?"

I sighed. "You know me too well."

It's nearing the end now. Thanks for all the reviewers and alerters. Seems like everytime I update there's more of you! I love it! : )