DISCLAIMER: see chapter one

A/N: Hey, Thank you all so much for the feedbacks! I hope I have caught any grammar and or spelling mistakes this time around, sometimes I just don't catch them all :-) I hope that I have stuck pretty close to character with everyone… Horatio's voice and presence (two of my personal favorite things about him… mmm that voice!!!) I have tried to express on paper (so to speak) as best I could. Thanks all for reading!! –RaeAnne

CHAPTER TWO

Two in the morning and Horatio sat in his silver Hummer watching Calleigh's building. He didn't want to wake her, he didn't want to scare her, though he doubted that much would truly scare her, but she would need her rest, he would allow her one last night of hopefully peaceful sleep

He thought back on every aspect of the case as he focused on her window. Truman was a dangerous man who he wasn't even sure was human. He massacred a family on a whim, never thought twice. He inflicted pain with glee, he was belligerent and smart as hell.

Calleigh had taken on the daunting task of going through the bullets scattered at the scene. He had used several different caliber semi-automatics along with a double barrel shot gun. He intended to terrify, it also at first glace led the CSI to believe there was more then one shooter. It was merely a stall tactic and a way for Truman to extract the most pleasure and brutality out of the kill.

They finally caught him when he returned to the scene of the crime. "A big mistake," Horatio had been quick to point out. Truman just smirked and asked for a lawyer. Horatio first thought that it was a mistake made by an incompetent and vain man trying to revel in his slaughter but was now he was starting to think it was deliberate ploy. But for what outcome?

Why was he after Calleigh? The question settled on Horatio much like the black storm cloud that was accumulating in the sky. He fingered the fax and soon had it in a crumple, tossed on the passenger floor.

The sun would be coming up any minute, Horatio breathed deeply and dipped his chin slightly as he realized the night had been survived without incident and he felt a small smile spread. He slipped on his sunglasses a few moments before he brought the engine of the Hummer to life he then gave a wave to the patrol car who would take over for the few hours before Calleigh would head to work.
"Excuse me… but why are you parked in front of my building?" Calleigh tapped on the officers window till he rolled it down. She stood huddled in a heavy parka as rain fell in thick sheets around her.

"Ma'am if you please just go back inside…" the officer started.

"Calleigh Duquesne, CSI" she stated flashing her badge toward him. The young officer swallowed hard his eyes darted to the badge then back to the front.

"I am sorry Miss Duquesne, but you'll have to call Lt. Caine and ask him."

She nodded and pulled a cell phone from a clip on her belt and hit the speed dial for Horatio's cell phone. "And officer, it's Detective Duquesne."

"Yes ma'am… I mean detective," came the quiet reply.

"Horatio, it's Calleigh. I have a patrol car sitting in front of my building who tells me I have to talk to you to find out just why he is here… care to fill me in?" her tone was part irritation, part curiosity.

"What? Can't you tell me now? …. Horatio, please just tell me! Uh huh… fine…fine… yes sir," she closed her phone with a quick snap and glared at the man in the car.

"I'm just doing what I am told…I am just the messenger," the officer said defensively.

"And now you get to be the chauffeur, Lt. Caine has asked that you please take me to the Crime Lab," she said then went to the passenger side and got in.

Calleigh rode the elevator with impatience, tapping her fingers on the rail. Finally the doors opened with a ding. She stopped for a second as she witnessed Eric, Speed and others dash here and there at an alarming pace. She glanced at her watch then at the clock on the wall above the reception desk, both read "7:45" she wasn't late, in fact she was early.

"Calleigh, come with me," Horatio came from behind her.

"What is going on Horatio?" she demanded craning her neck to try and look into his face as he led her down the hall with a hand on her back.

He didn't answer her just picked up the pace until they arrived at an empty questioning room where he opened the door for her to enter.

"Please just tell me what is going on!" she laid her wet jacket on the table and looked into his face where he stood at the opposite end of the table.

"Calleigh, sit down," he softly commanded her.

She fought the natural response to do as he asked but instead she set her jaw in determination before responding, "No, I'll stand, tell me what is going on."

Horatio didn't answer just took a white piece of paper from the manila folder he held and laid it on the table in front of her.

She looked at him questioningly, he merely nodded and she picked up the paper and started to read it.

Horatio watched her with a well honed detective's eye and he witnessed her eyes increase a fraction in size, her breathing become rapid and he noticed the slightest tremble in her hands.

"There isn't a person in law enforcement who hasn't gotten something like this," she gave a shaky laugh as she dropped the paper back onto the table, unconsciously wiping her hands on her skirt before linking them behind her back.

Horatio tipped his head and retrieved the paper. "You're right," he paused watching her, "but not everyone gets them from a man who has just escaped from authorities."

Calleigh sat.

"There is more Calleigh," Horatio went on voice dropping an octave as he took a chair beside her.

She looked over at him with hurt she could not mask in her eyes, as she seemed to dread his next words.

"Do you know a Harris Brown?" he asked.

She only nodded not trusting her own voice.

"He was found three hours ago… he was murdered, Calleigh."

Calleigh couldn't stop a painful gasp as her hand flew to her mouth. "No… I just saw him last night! I was just there!" she whispered feeling her head start to spin.

Horatio put a hand on hers that rested on the table. "I'm sorry Calleigh…"

"It was him wasn't it?" she more stated then questioned as she straightened her shoulders and brought her emotions into check and took her hand away from Horatio's then folded them in her lap.

"Yes—it was."

"Of course it was," she said then folded her arms across her chest trying to somehow protect herself.

"He left this," Horatio handed her another piece of paper.

"I am a jealous man. I am also an angry man. How does it feel Detective Duquesne? To be responsible for a the death of an innocent man? Kind of gives you a thrill doesn't it. He's the first, but not the last. See you soon"

Calleigh tried to remain calm, tried to keep herself under control. The full implications of what was happening finally hit home. This man knew where she was, he knew her movements, he found her quickly and was obviously watching her. He could be watching her right now, through the open blinds, and she would never know it.

"Its not true, you're not responsible."

She brought her focus from the paper to Horatio and just shook her head and almost laughed, "How do you figure?"

"Calleigh…"

"Horatio?"

The stand off stare was broken by Speed entering. Both gazes now fell on him.

"Um… H, they need you down at the scene for the final walk through," Speed looked at Calleigh then Horatio.

"Thank you, Speed," Horatio's tone dismissed him and Speed was gone almost as quickly as he had arrived.

"I want to go with you."

"Fine."

Calleigh blinked, she thought he would fight her on it, but he didn't just stood and walked with purpose out of the room and down the hall, she followed.

"How did it happen? Calleigh asked as they drove toward the crime scene.

Horatio chose his words carefully "He was in early to receive his weekly shipments—from what we've been able to put together with the officers first on the scene that Truman was let in from the back, the front door was still locked, Brown must have assumed it was a delivery man, he had no reason to suspect otherwise."

Calleigh was silent trying to sum up the courage to ask what she wasn't sure she wanted to know.

"Okay, but what killed him?"

Horatio's grip on the steering wheel tightened.

"A double barrel shot gun, one shot to the chest, another to the head."

She felt ill, excessive pain, excessive gore, she said nothing more just pushed her sunglasses to further cover her eyes which she knew would betray her.

"Lt. Horatio Caine, Detective Calleigh Duquesne, CSI" Horatio stated as he was stopped by a uniformed officer as they approached the blocked off area.

"Horatio, are you here for the final walk through?" Detective Sevilla met them.

"Yes, we are." Horatio lifted the yellow crime scene tape and let Calleigh under before following. He stopped her before she entered. "There is a lot of blood… I just wanted to warn you."

"I've been to a bloody crime scene before," she clipped her words and started in.

No matter how much she thought she had prepared herself, the amount of blood and the fact the blood was from a dear, innocent friend she felt ill.

There was blood everywhere. They carefully moved through the store to the front counter. Calleigh gasped and felt her knees go weak.

"Sevilla! Why hasn't the body been taken out?" Horatio yelled angrily as he gripped Calleigh's arm helping her regain balance before he tried to take her out. She dug in her heels.

"I'm not a child, I've seen a body before," she said with more conviction then she felt. Horatio looked at her unsure but didn't protest.

"Alexx was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago, I am sorry," Sevilla said evenly.

Horatio clenched his jaw and let go of Calleigh's arm, they would finish the walkthrough.