Disclaimer:
Do I really have to list who owns what? I own nothing, cept my computer. Wish I owned Speed, Eric, Spike & Xander tho.
*Sigh* Oh well.
Rating: PG-13
Violence, language.
Pairings: Buffy the Vampire Slayer – Xander/Willow,
CSI:Miami – Speed/Calleigh
Summary: A strange
case for our favorite CSIs leads to some even stranger meetings and discoveries about the
things that go bump in the night when Willow and Xander arrive in Miami. Takes place during the beginning of Buffy
season 7.
Author's note: This was
inspired by Marcus Rowland's Buffy/CSI stories. Excellent fics!
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Miami,
FL.
The winter weather in
Miami was very mild in Dave Palmer's opinion as he, with a handful of his fellow workers, stood
on the dock watching the huge freighter pulling up to it's berth. A breeze stirred the air and
darkness had settled on the city several hours ago. The few workers at the dock
couldn't understand why the freighter had to arrive at such a god forsaken hour.
As they watched, the
air began to grow chill as the breeze became stronger. Picking
up paper trash that was scattered about, the wind grew harsh, throwing
the rubbish into the
air. He thought he had left this weather behind when he moved away from Seattle. Dave shivered
and pulled his coat tighter around him.
He felt the chill to
his bones.
Little did he know,
it was a portent of things to come.
Someone, or something
was screaming at Tim Speedle. He rolled over in bed, reaching for his alarm clock and
swatted at the snooze button. But the screaming persisted. Poking his head out from under the
covers he squinted at the
clock, which read 4:48am, he realized it was his phone. His shift wasn't
supposed to start
till six. Groaning, Speed fumbled for the receiver, finally picking it up.
"Speedle."
"Speed, I need
you down at the docks," Horatio Caine said without preamble. "A
freighter just docked
with a dead crew."
Tim sat up in bed,
fully alert at the news. "No shit? That's big."
"Yes, this one's
big."
"I'll be there
in thirty."
When Speed arrived at
the docks Horatio and the rest of the team were there. "How
many bodies?" he asked, wondering at how morbid curiosity was actually
part of the job.
"Twenty-three
and no survivors."
Tim looked at his
supervisor to see if he was serious. "You're kidding?"
"Wish I was.
Uniforms are searching the ship. There is no way a freighter can dock itself."
"You think the
killer's still on board?"
Horatio looked back
at the ship. "The dock workers claim they haven't seen anyone leave the ship."
"So, we could
have some psycho below decks waiting?"
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tbc. . .
Next chapter - What
does the Sunnydale gang know about a murder case in Miami?
