Disclaimer: Don't own jack . but I wished I owned Eric! Too bad I don't.we
could have so much fun.hehehehe
Rated: R
Pairing: Eric/Angela (OC)
Chapter 3: What are you hiding?
"She what!?" screamed the boyfriend as he slowly sat back down on the couch.
"Mr. Chacon if you don't mind, we need to have a look around for any clues that can help us find a lead," said Calleigh.
Miguel nodded his head as he buried his face in his hands choking back sobs. Calleigh turned left to the bedroom.
"Mr. Chacon, when was the last time you saw Marisol?" asked Caine.
Miguel lifted his head revealing his tear soaked face. "Two days ago."
"Do you know if she was having any problems with anything or anyone?"
"No. She was a friend to everyone. I guess God thought that she was to perfect to stay on Earth."
Caine looked at him inquisitively. "Were *you* having any problems with her?"
"We fought sometimes, but over stupid things like all couples do, but other than that everything was fine between us."
Caine answered his ringing cell phone. "Caine."
"H, its Speed. Alexx just found a cigarette burn on Marisol Delko's right thigh and according to Delko she doesn't smoke."
"But I know who does," said Horatio as he looked over at the unsuspecting boyfriend. "Thanks Speed."
"Anytime, H."
"Mr. Chacon," said Horatio as he turned to face Miguel. "Do you mind coming back to CSI with us?"
"What for?"
"Standard procedure."
"Sure."
At CSI: around 7 p.m.
Tim Speedle is sitting in the sound room at CSI, listening to the voicemails on Marisol Delko's surprisingly, undamaged cell phone.
"Thirty-five messages and none of them of any use," said Speed out loud but to himself.
"Have you checked all of them?" said Calleigh as she suddenly walked in and overheard what he said.
A bit startled, Tim said, "God, Cal, you gotta stop sneaking up on people."
"Oh, sorry if I startled you, didn't know you were so deep into your thoughts," said Calleigh as she placed a warm hand on Speed's shoulder.
He got a bit nervous but proceeded to work. "Message number 26."
He pushed the play button and they listened. "Marisol, es Angela. I thought about what you said and I feel that you should tell someone, the cops, Eric even. Please just tell some one. It'll do more good than harm, trust me. You're my best friend and I love you girl I don't want to see anything bad happen to you. Give me a call okay? Ciao."
"She lied didn't she?" asked Calleigh.
"Yep," answered Speed.
"Where's Eric?"
"Delko left a while ago, the guy needs a break. This is just too much for him."
"I guess this'll have to wait till tomorrow."
"Guess so."
"So, um are you leaving yet?"
"Yeah, I think I'm gonna call it a night."
"Wanna go out for a drink?"
"Sure, why not?"
"I dunno, you tell me."
** I don't think I'm going to get Speed and Calleigh too involved I'm gonna save it for another fic I'm writing. So anyway how bout those reviews?
Rated: R
Pairing: Eric/Angela (OC)
Chapter 3: What are you hiding?
"She what!?" screamed the boyfriend as he slowly sat back down on the couch.
"Mr. Chacon if you don't mind, we need to have a look around for any clues that can help us find a lead," said Calleigh.
Miguel nodded his head as he buried his face in his hands choking back sobs. Calleigh turned left to the bedroom.
"Mr. Chacon, when was the last time you saw Marisol?" asked Caine.
Miguel lifted his head revealing his tear soaked face. "Two days ago."
"Do you know if she was having any problems with anything or anyone?"
"No. She was a friend to everyone. I guess God thought that she was to perfect to stay on Earth."
Caine looked at him inquisitively. "Were *you* having any problems with her?"
"We fought sometimes, but over stupid things like all couples do, but other than that everything was fine between us."
Caine answered his ringing cell phone. "Caine."
"H, its Speed. Alexx just found a cigarette burn on Marisol Delko's right thigh and according to Delko she doesn't smoke."
"But I know who does," said Horatio as he looked over at the unsuspecting boyfriend. "Thanks Speed."
"Anytime, H."
"Mr. Chacon," said Horatio as he turned to face Miguel. "Do you mind coming back to CSI with us?"
"What for?"
"Standard procedure."
"Sure."
At CSI: around 7 p.m.
Tim Speedle is sitting in the sound room at CSI, listening to the voicemails on Marisol Delko's surprisingly, undamaged cell phone.
"Thirty-five messages and none of them of any use," said Speed out loud but to himself.
"Have you checked all of them?" said Calleigh as she suddenly walked in and overheard what he said.
A bit startled, Tim said, "God, Cal, you gotta stop sneaking up on people."
"Oh, sorry if I startled you, didn't know you were so deep into your thoughts," said Calleigh as she placed a warm hand on Speed's shoulder.
He got a bit nervous but proceeded to work. "Message number 26."
He pushed the play button and they listened. "Marisol, es Angela. I thought about what you said and I feel that you should tell someone, the cops, Eric even. Please just tell some one. It'll do more good than harm, trust me. You're my best friend and I love you girl I don't want to see anything bad happen to you. Give me a call okay? Ciao."
"She lied didn't she?" asked Calleigh.
"Yep," answered Speed.
"Where's Eric?"
"Delko left a while ago, the guy needs a break. This is just too much for him."
"I guess this'll have to wait till tomorrow."
"Guess so."
"So, um are you leaving yet?"
"Yeah, I think I'm gonna call it a night."
"Wanna go out for a drink?"
"Sure, why not?"
"I dunno, you tell me."
** I don't think I'm going to get Speed and Calleigh too involved I'm gonna save it for another fic I'm writing. So anyway how bout those reviews?