Nick finally got around to calling Calleigh back to let her know the information he had found out. He had been called to a scene on his way back from the quarry and it had taken time to process it.
"Calleigh Duquesne please." Nick said just as Warrick walked in. "Nick Stokes." He replied when they asked who was calling.
"Duquesne that name sounds familiar." Warrick said. Nick held up his hand to stop him from talking.
"Detective." Nick said. "Okay Calleigh... Sorry it took so long to get back to you but I got tied up on another case... I talked to them; they said they shipped a bag of sand to a Beaufort Haroldson... B-e-a-u-f-o-r-t, he was the only shipping to the whole state of Florida, Miami specifically... Apparently he'd gone the quarry, something to do with his job and got sand in his shoe; he came back and played in the casino won big, so he thought the sand was lucky... No problem happy to help. I'll fax you the copy of the shipping order... Bye." Nick hung up.
"Calleigh Duquesne, Miami." Warrick said. "Isn't she the cute blonde with the southern accent Catherine and I met a couple of years ago?"
"We met who a couple of years ago?" Catherine asked walking.
"Calleigh Duquesne." Warrick replied. "That case where we went to Miami, Nicky boy here was just talking to her on the phone."
"Oh really." Catherine said pouring herself some coffee "I didn't know you knew her."
"I don't." Nick replied. "She called here wanting to speak to either of you but since you weren't here I took the call."
"What did she want?" Catherine asked.
"Something about lucky sand." Warrick replied.
"Or not so lucky sand." Nick said. "They had a guy plant eight bombs on school buses this morning. Six were filled with sand from a quarry outside of Vegas. They couldn't find anyone who imported sand from their end so they called to ask if one of you go to the quarry and check it out for them. Since you weren't here I was happy to oblige. As for whether she was cute and blonde I wouldn't know, but she does have a cute accent."
"Nicky she lives half way across the country, and from what I remember I'm pretty sure she has a thing for her boss." Catherine said.
"Who has a thing for their boss?" Sara asked walking in.
"A CSI in Miami Nick was helping because he thought she had a cute accent." Warrick replied.
"Oh really." Sara smiled.
"What are you guys doing here anyway, shift doesn't start for another two hours?" Nick asked.
"Grissom called and asked us to come in early."
"And we know why you're still here after pulling a double." Warrick grinned.
"I'm going to fax this and go home and get some sleep." Nick said.
"Ah Nick, good your still here." Grissom said walking in. "Explains why I couldn't get an answer at your apartment."
"Griss, I can't work anymore I haven't slept in twenty-eight hours." Nick said.
"You're double ended hours ago."
"I was still processing a scene I only got back and finished logging the evidence an hour ago. I was just making a call to Miami before I went home."
"You should have waited until you got home to make personal calls." Grissom said.
"Wasn't a personal call. Miami-Dade Crime lab asked for our help with something. I have to fax this to them." He held up the paper he had in his hand.
"I still need you to work tonight, crash for a couple of hours and I see you at the start of your shift."
Nick sighed and walked out to fax the information to Calleigh.
"The man from Texas pulls through." Calleigh announced as she walked into the AV lab.
"You have a name on who got the sand." Horatio said.
"I can do you one better. I stopped by the print lab on the way back and had them run the prints against the records with the last one they were working through."
"We have a name."
"Beaufort Haroldson, worked for the school bus company as a mechanic for the last seven years, applied to become a driver but was turned down; the two bus routes that had the real bombs on were new hires since he was turned down. Fingerprints match."
"Where does the sand come in?" Horatio asked.
"He won big on the casino after going to the quarry, Nick said it was something to do with work, but a bus mechanic wouldn't have reason to go to a quarry, he had sand in his shoe and decided it was luck and had some sent to him. Only order that they had sent to Florida."
"I say it's time we went and paid Mr Haroldson a visit."
"Tripp's working on a warrant for his house right now." Calleigh said.
"Good job Cal." Horatio smiled.
"Thank you."
"Hey Cal." Eric said when he met them outside Haroldson's house. "First time I've seen you today."
"We'll we've been busy." Calleigh smiled. "But I think you and I need to have a discussion about your interesting use of language."
Horatio eyed them, he knew that Eric had told Calleigh something the previous evening but he wasn't exactly sure what.
"I was in the shower when Speed rang." Eric explained. "I was dripping water all over the carpet."
"I'm so glad I didn't have that information last night." Calleigh smiled.
"There's Tripp."
"I got the warrant." Tripp walked over.
"Good." Horatio took it from him and placed it in his inner pocket.
"So Cal, how did the target fair?" Tripp asked.
"Safely eliminated." Calleigh replied.
"Sounds dangerous." Eric commented.
"It was the target at the shooting range." Calleigh explained.
"Who were we aiming at today?"
"I guess you didn't hear about my little run in with Yelina earlier." Calleigh said.
"That would explain why Valera said Yelina almost bit her head off when she ran into her coming out the elevator earlier."
"Can we hold off this discussion until after we've searched Mr Haroldson's home?" Horatio asked.
"Sorry H." Eric apologised.
Horatio rang the bell.
"Yes." A gruff looking man came to the door.
"Beaufort Haroldson?" Horatio questioned.
"Yes who's asking?"
"Horatio Caine, Miami-Dade crime lab. We have a warrant to search your home."
"A warrant, what for?" Haroldson asked.
"Mr Haroldson we found hairs and fingerprints on the bombs that were planted on the school buses where you work. Fingerprints match yours."
"As does your specially imported lucky Las Vegas Sand." Calleigh said. "The sand that you're leaving a trail of on your carpet."
"It must not be so lucky." Eric commented.
"Frank..." Horatio prompted.
"You're under arrest." Tripp said and put the handcuffs on hip.
"Eric take the garage; call me if you find anything suspicious." Horatio instructed.
"You've got it H." Eric said.
"Cal, you're in the house with me."
TBC
