Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, including Tim Speedle, (sigh), but hey, a girl can dream, can't she?

Rating: R, R, and more R

Pairings: Speed/OC, Speed/Calleigh, Calleigh/?

Summary: The team searches for a serial killer before he strikes again, bringing an old flame back to Miami and destroying Tim's precarious relationship with Calleigh.

A/N: This story just would not leave me alone! I went back and re- read it the other day and decided that I could do better. Therefore, I am reposting the story with corrections, no major changes. This time, I have given a lot more backstory on the fight that broke Tim and Leanna up, among other things.

Chapter 11

"The room is registered to Michael and Alicia Coffman," John explained, leading the team to the hotel door. "The concierge confirmed they are newlyweds. Their cruise to Grand Cayman was supposed to leave this afternoon."

"This is THEIR room?" Horatio questioned. John nodded. The other victims weren't killed in their own hotel rooms. "When did they arrive in Miami, John?" he asked, stepping inside the crime scene.

"Three days ago," he answered, holding the door open for the rest of the team. "The concierge also told me that he recommended a number of clubs to the Coffmans last night, but not before."

"And Tremolar was one of the clubs?" Leanna stepped over to the woman, gasping when she saw her face. "Calleigh!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah?" she asked, walking over to Leanna.

"She was in the bathroom the same time we were," Leanna explained.

"Oh God, you're right. I remember thinking I liked her shoes." Calleigh bent down and picked Alicia's shoes up off the floor.

"So that means that Michael and Alicia were alive last night," Tim stated, photographing Michael Coffman's body.

"And unless Vincent Wagner left police custody and killed the Coffmans, then came back, he didn't do this," Eric stated.

"Time of death, Alexx?" Horatio asked the ME.

"People keep these hotel rooms so cold, I'll need to get them back to the lab," she explained, examining the wound to Alicia's neck.

"Hey H," Eric lifted a small circular disk from the floor, underneath the coffee table. "What do you make of this?"

"That's the lid to a film container," Horatio said, examining the gray plastic. "Have we found a camera in the Coffman's belongings, Speed?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "High-end digital. Found it in her suitcase."

"Maybe the cleaning crew missed the lid before the Coffman's got here?" Eric asked.

"Maybe," Horatio nodded. "But I seriously doubt it. You saw the lid in five minutes. The Coffmans have been here for three days."

"I'll get this back to the lab for prints," Eric said quietly, bagging the lid.

Horatio placed his hands on his hips. "We need to go back to the security tapes."

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"Okay, there are the Coffmans." Calleigh pointed at a couple on the video monitor.

"Four people approached them," Tyler continued, "These two are definitely a couple."

"They spoke with Michael and Alicia for about fifteen minutes and then wandered off. They aren't caught on camera again the entire evening," Calleigh explained.

Tyler fast-forwarded the video. "Then this woman come up to them; but, Alicia Coffman doesn't seem very interested, and the woman walks off pretty quickly."

Tyler continued to let the video play while Calleigh narrated. "Then almost immediately after the woman leaves, this guy approaches them."

Tim focused on the screen and the man approaching the couple. He cut her off, "Is that the photographer?"

Calleigh nodded. "Just like he did with you, he hands Michael Coffman a business card and they speak for a few minutes."

"Speed, do you still have that card?" Horatio questioned.

"Yeah," the younger man answered. "At home, I haven't had time to clean out my pant pockets."

"Speed," Horatio demanded, "Go get that card, now."

Thirty minutes later, Speed reported back via cell phone. "H, I've got the card. I tried calling the number listed, but it's disconnected."

"Was there an address on the card, Speed?"

"No," he sighed, "Just his name - James Henry, cell phone number and a logo."

"Okay, start calling the cell phone companies. Maybe this guy wasn't smart enough to purchase a pre-paid phone." Horatio snapped the phone shut.

"One usable print of the lid, H." Eric burst through the door with Calleigh and Leanna in tow. "No hits on AFIS though."

"The bullet used in Michael Coffman's shooting is the same type as the bullets used in the other shootings, but the striations don't match Vincent Wagner's gun," Calleigh reported. "For obvious reasons."

Leanna continued the update. "Alexx's report shows that the slash on Alicia Coffman's throat is right to left. The other four women had slashes from left to right. The new guy's a lefty."

"Tyler?" Horatio asked. "Which hand did James Henry use to hand Michael Coffman the business card?"

Tyler examined the footage quickly. "The left," he answered.

"And when he handed the card to Speed?"

Tyler switched screens, again responding quickly. "Left again."

Speed sauntered into the lab, catching the end of the conversation. Kissing Leanna gently on the temple, he said, "Unfortunately, this guy's smarter than we want him to be. Phone's a pre-paid. He bought it at a convenience store downtown."

"I don't suppose the convenience store has security cameras or that he paid with a credit card?" Calleigh hoped. The sight of Tim kissing Leanna didn't make her physically ill this time - a huge improvement, she surmised.

"They do have cameras," he answered, "But the day the phone was bought was slow. The store taped over it the next day. The credit card used to pay for the phone traces back to Vincent Wagner."

"They're working together," Eric sighed.

"Kind of looks that way," Speed said, "There's been a lot of activity on this credit card over the last 36 hours. I'm waiting for the company to fax me a printout."

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Leanna snaked her arms around Tim's shoulders. "Hi," she whispered.

"Hi yourself," he answered, examining a printout carefully.

"Vincent's credit card records?" she questioned, tracing the edge of his ear with her tongue.

Tim lowered the paper and tried to concentrate on something other than the sensations she was arousing. "The Miami Dade Police Department frowns on the sexual harassment of its CSIs, even by the most beautiful FBI profiler in the world," he teased.

Her lips trailed down his neck and she pushed the collar of his shirt away. "I can't sexually harass my own fiancé," she shot back.

Tim grabbed Leanna around the waist and drew her onto his lap. "I think that's the first time you've actually said that."

She grinned and leaned in to him, brushing her lips and tongue lightly over his. "Sounds awfully good, doesn't it?"

His brown eyes twinkled as he tried to catch her lips with his own. "Very good," he answered.

"So," she asked, turning her attention to the printout, "what have Vincent and James been buying?"

"Luggage," he answered, pushing the hair off her shoulder and kissing her neck. "High dollar clothing."

"He's going to run," she sighed, partially out of frustration, but mostly from the feel of Tim's tongue on her skin.

"Or has," he responded, allowing his fingertips to trace the inside of her thighs, "we may never find this guy, he's already had eighteen hours."

"Are the airports covered?" she asked breathlessly, covering his hand with her own, urging him on.

"Public and private," he answered, his voice getting husky with desire. "Detectives are canvassing every airline, showing James' picture, asking questions."

Leanna tilted her head back and captured his lips in a searing kiss. "Is there anything we need to be doing right now?" she grinned mischievously.

"Oh yeah," he answered, "There is definitely something we need to be doing right now." Tim took Leanna's hand and led her out of the lab and down the hallway. He opened the large maintenance storeroom and locked the door behind them.

"Ooh, it's been a long time since we've made love in the supply closet," she teased, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

Speed looked at his watch. "It's been too long since we've made love, period."

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They collapsed in a fit of quiet laughter, straightening their clothes. Leanna checked her reflection in a tiny mirror she found in the supply closet, making sure that her hair wasn't standing on end and her makeup wasn't too smudged.

Tim's beeper sounded. "It's H," he told her, stepping up behind her, gently kissing her neck. "At least his timing is getting a hell of a lot better."

Leanna spun around, looping her arms around his neck. "I love you, Tim."

He grinned and kissed her again. "I know, I love you too." Speed took her hand as they walked out of the storeroom. A minute later, they stepped into the conference room. "What's up H?"

Horatio immediately recognized the slightly flushed features of his friends and despite the seriousness of the situation, he found himself grinning, albeit internally. The supply room again, he shook his head. "James Henry, not his real name," he emphasized, "paid cash for a flight out of Miami."

"You got him?" Leanna questioned.

Horatio nodded. "The flight was on the runway, waiting for takeoff. John is bringing him in now."

Tim, Eric and Calleigh began searching James Henry's – real name James McElroy – luggage while Horatio, Leanna and John interrogated the suspect.

"I got photos," Eric said, sliding the black and white 8 x 10s out of a plain manila envelope. "Jesus, look at this."

Eric handed the violent photos depicting the Coffman's murders to Tim.

"He must have set the timer to take a picture every minute or so," Tim concluded, examining each photo carefully. "I'll give these to H."

Speed took off down the hall, knocking lightly on the door of the interrogation room. He entered, handing Horatio the photos. "When you said you specialized in nudes, James, I sure didn't think you meant this," he said carefully, fighting the urge to throttle James McElroy.

Horatio tossed the photos onto the table. James shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest. "Those aren't mine," he stated.

"Well, that's amazing because we found them in your brand new suitcase, the one you paid for with Vincent Wagner's credit card," Speed said.

"Is my lawyer here yet?" McElroy asked, glaring at Horatio.

"Knock, Knock," Max Klein called from the doorway.

"Christ, you again Klein?" Horatio sighed, running a hand through his red hair.

"Call it a special favor for Vincent," he said, taking a seat next to James.

Speed smirked, "Well, I guess that proves they know one another."

"Special favor?" Leanna questioned.

Klein grinned at her. "That's what I said, Agent Coleman."