Training Camp, even though it had nothing at all to do with the army, was more like Boot Camp.

There were long hikes in the woods (in bad weather, most of the time), bad food, uncomfortable living quarters, and degrading exercises that involved Keats getting yelled at in front of everyone by Captain Erickson.

Do I smell foul play? Yes, and my God does it stink! Berkeley will feel my wrath as soon as I get out of this hellhole…

Every time Keats turned around, she had broken a rule. Talking out of line, not being 'of uniform' in the ranks, 'cheating' on a few of her physical exams…

"I'm telling you, people! There is no way I can cheat on a physical!" Keats growled at her commanding officers. They were not amused in the slightest.

She tugged at her flaming red hair, wondering if she was, in fact, going crazy. Everyone seemed to be against her and it was more than she could handle trying to defend herself from the onslaught of it all.

"Remington, one more outburst like that and you can kiss that diploma goodbye." Erickson said, grabbing her by the arm. He led her outside into the bright sunshine, tossing her to the grass like a gym bag.

"I want you to do 75 pushups. Right now! Not gonna wait all day!" Erickson shouted, clapping his hands like a demented football coach. Keats pouted visibly, wondering if he could justify his actions.

"You never make the other guys do this." She murmured, lifting herself up by the palms of her hands.

"What was that? Did you sass me, girl?" Erickson asked. Keats shook her head in defeat, completing her second pushup. Her arms were already aching.

"That's what I thought." He muttered, running a hand over his rough face.

Ryan stood behind Dan Cooper as he reviewed all of Detective Berkeley's files, including those of his 'minor' indiscretions.

"He can't get away with this, right? There must be some way…" Ryan racked his brain trying to search for a solution. He didn't even know where to begin.

"Jake has a few connections up top, so his ass is basically covered no matter what he does. Why do you think he's been around so long with all the junk he's pulled?" Cooper said.

"Connections…what kind of connections…" Ryan scratched his head in frustration.

"He's got protection at county level. Maybe someone from state ought to teach him a lesson." Cooper mumbled. Ryan glanced at him with a mixture of surprise and unbound joy.

"Dan, you're a genius! We'll call in an investigation on Berkeley from IAB. This is exactly the kind of thing that Stetler's been looking for. Calleigh can vouch for his suspicion. Do you remember her threat?"

"Whoa, slow down, Wolfe. A- I think Stetler would rather nail someone from this Lab than the actual department. B- Even if IAB did investigate, Berkeley and his cronies would cover their tracks too well to get caught. And C- …uh…I guess there is no C."

Ryan paced the room, feeling as tense and furious as a caged beast. Berkeley was the filthiest son of a bitch ever to set foot in Miami Dade. With a lot of luck, however, no one would have to deal with him for very long.

"How do you feel?" Erickson laughed. He shoved his foot under Keats' stomach and lifted it, rolling her onto her back. Keats was too exhausted to do anything but lay still and breathe.

"You know what I think?" He asked, leaning down over her like a storm cloud.

Keats shook her head lazily and closed her eyes, moaning from the pain.

"You aren't tough enough to cut it. You don't have the chops to make it as a police officer. Maybe you can fiddle around with chemicals and shit doing grunt work in your Lab…but I really don't think you have the balls to pass this training course."

Keats felt something inside her snap…whatever was controlling her rage suddenly disappeared, releasing a floodgate of fury. She leapt to her feet in a flash, pausing briefly to smile at Erickson before she kneed him in the groin.

"I may not have the balls. You're right…But then again, you don't have the balls anymore either, huh?" Keats said, kneeling beside Erickson, whose face was turning a fresh shade of purple.

"She did what?" Horatio asked patiently, dealing very calmly with Captain Bitterman's account of what had transpired between Keats and Erickson.

Bitterman, though under Berkeley's thumb as well, was more of a slave to Erickson. And since Erickson needed an orchidectomy…

"I'm sorry about Captain Erickson's…surgery…" Horatio was very careful how he worded his apology. The situation was sensitive, but Horatio was planning to use that as a way to take control over this ridiculousness with Det. Berkeley.

He had been watching from the sidelines in the hopes that his CSIs would know how to handle themselves, or at the very least, ask for help or guidance from him.

And now Keats was between a rock and a hard place. Leave it to Little Red to take bad circumstances and make them ten times worse. It was one of her many talents.

Horatio Caine stood in the doorway of the computer lab and motioned for Ryan to follow him into the hallway. Ryan complied, wondering if everything was working out for Keats at Training Camp.

"Do you have any idea what you did to that man?" Bitterman screamed in Keats' face. She was sitting in a chair in a dark room with only a single lamp to illuminate her already haggard face.

She nodded, folding her lips to hide the smile on them.

"You think this is funny? The Captain has every right to press charges against you."

"Maybe he should start with my lawsuit first. I'm going to sue his ass off…hey, I guess I already kind of did." Keats stopped short, thinking. She wanted to laugh, but the look on Bitterman's face made her swallow any feelings of merriment.

"You're going head to head with Seville Erickson in a civil trial? Good luck with that, kiddo."

"I'm not afraid of fighting with Seville in a civil…ha ha…the name…Seville…civil…they're similar. Ya get it?" Keats closed her mouth and looked away. This guy needs to lighten up.

Horatio gave Ryan one of his sympathetic, yet firm stares and Ryan began to worry.

"I've known about the relationship from the beginning, Wolfe. I was more than willing to overlook it, as a matter of fact…provided that it didn't interfere with work."

"It really hasn't, H…" Ryan began. Horatio raised his eyebrows.

"Are you telling me that if you hadn't fought over Remington that she'd still be doing this Officer Training course?" Horatio asked him. Ryan was speechless.

"…Berkeley…" He managed to say after a while.

"He may be part of the scum of society, but he came here initially because of IAB's investigation. You are her mentor, are you not? You have been letting her get away with some things that they didn't quite agree with."

Ryan had no more words left. He was too confused and saddened.

"Wolfe, I don't want to lose either of you on the team. But you can't continue things the way they are now. Someone is bound to get hurt, and I'm afraid it'll be Remington."

"But H…we're getting married…" Ryan said in a soft voice.

"I'm not saying I want you to end the engagement, Wolfe. But one of you will have to choose who gets to stay on the team."

With that, Horatio put a comforting hand on Ryan's shoulder and left him alone with his thoughts.