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This is the second episode of my idea of the CSI Miami series - the first episode was named "Serial" if you wish to read it - you don't have to though, you can start from here, the episodes are unrelated.

PART 2

"Ok, so let's walk this through" Calleigh suggested. She and Erik often did this when they worked together - it was a method that was comfortable for them both. It allowed them to bring up different theories and throw them out the window in a relaxed and laid back manner.

"Ok, so there's no sign of forced entry, no one else here but the husband" Eric started "He's my first suspect"

He noticed a bloody foot print next to the body and tool a picture of it - it wasn't a shoe but a sock print and he measured it to be size 42.

"Maybe they had a fight" Calleigh suggested

"there's no sign of a violent argument" Eric said throwing another look around the room

"Maybe they fought in another room and she ran here to avoid the fight!?" Calleigh wondered "let's look for our murder weapon"

Eric nodded and they both left the kitchen and started going over the different rooms of the apartment. The TV in the living room was still on, and two empty coffee cups were standing empty on the coffee table. Erik noticed a pair of slippers next to one of the chairs and checked it - the size was 42. They started opening drawers and closets, moving from room to room systematically, searching not only for the murder weapon but also for traces of blood on any of the furniture.

Half an hour later it was Eric who found a gun in the bottom drawer of the bedroom closet.

"It's a 45" Calleigh said as he handed her the gun "but it doesn't look like it's been used for while" she brought the gun closer and smelt it "Doesn't smell of gun powder, but I'll have to check it in the lab"

"Let's talk to the husband"

* CSI interrogation room

"I loved my wife" Harry Stevens said quietly, his voice shaking "I would never hurt her"

"You own a gun don't you Mr. Stevens?" Calleigh asked gently. No matter what her suspicions were - until proven guilty the man was still a grieving husband

"I own a 45, I keep it in the bedroom, but I haven't used it for years" the man replied "we kept it for protection, the building next door was broken into a few times, there was a lot of crime going on in the neighborhood"

"Sir would you mind it we took a look at your hands?" Calleigh asked

"My hands?"

"Yes, we need to take a swab of your hands, to check for gunpowder"

The man brought up his hands and placed them on the desk, allowing Eric to take a q-tip and collect a sample.

"Thank you very much Mr. Stevens" Calleigh thanked him, despite her best efforts her heart went out to the man, who seemed to be genuinely heartbroken "We're very sorry for you loss"

*** CASE 1 - Kramer residence

"The mother noticed her daughter was missing when she came to call her down for lunch" Detective Sevilla told them as she led Horatio and Jamie into the house "She went out and asked one of the police officers what to do and he brought her to us"

Horatio and Jamie were just about to walk into the house when Speed joined them "the drag marks lead to this back yard, right up to the back gate " he explained

Horatio nodded slowly "Speed, Check the back yard, every inch" The he turned and headed to the house along with Jamie

Jamie took a deep breath and cleared her mind, preparing for the task ahead. She and Horatio worked together before, she knew what he expected from her and how he needed her to use her special ability. He was going to ask the questions and deal with the family - her job was to use her photographic memory and memorize everything she saw, behavior, special choice of words, nervousness as well as every detail about the house itself. It was a special skill, but one that was useless unless operated carefully. Her mind worked in a way that in every given moment it absorbed hundreds of details - without training and total concentration all the details would jumble in her head and make no sense --loose their meaning entirely. She had to let everything be absorbed slowly, letting everything be put into the right context so she could pull it out later with minimum effort.

The house was a one story cottage surrounded by a yard and a picket fence. They walked in and headed for the living room where the family was sitting - all still in their pajamas.

"Mr. and Mrs. Kramer" Horatio started "I'm very sorry for your loss"

The father acknowledged him with a nod and the mother continued sobbing quietly.

"Mr. Kramer I need you to tell me a little about your daughter, was there a reason for her to be out late last night?" Horatio asked

"No" the father replied in a shaky voice "Lori was a straight A student, she just received a full scholarship to Columbia, she went to her room after dinner last night. We thought she went to sleep."

Horatio nodded, from the corner of his eye he caught Jamie surveying the room carefully. She noted the many photos of the victim on the mantle and the various trophies on the cabinet. Horatio turned his attention back to the family "Mr. Kramer can we see Lori's room?" he asked gently

The father nodded and hugged his wife as she sobbed even harder. It was the younger daughter who ended up leading them to the victim's bedroom.

"Wow, more trophies" Jamie commented as soon as they entered

"Yeah, Lori had a lot of activities" the sister explained for the doorway "Debate club, prom committee, anything you can think of"

After she left Jamie and Horatio started going over the room slowly.

"Hey guys" they suddenly heard a voice And Speed's head appeared in the window "I think I found something here"

He lifted a hand showing them a small backpack "I found it here in the back yard" He explained as he leaned over and opened the bag taking out various items of clothing and a shower kit.

"There's something here too" Jamie said directing their attention to the window seal. She opened her kit and took out a q-tip using it to swab something from the surface. She dripped solutions from two different bottles on the q-tip and watched as it turned slightly pink.

"Blood" Horatio said quietly and took another look around the room "I guess we found our murder scene"