"One hundred plus bullets from four guns, with their trajectories matched." Calleigh said as she walked up to Speed. "I ran all the bullets through all the databases, no matches."
"I ran everything from the victim and from what I found at the scene, no correlation."
"Does he have a name yet?" Calleigh asked.
"No. I ran his fingerprints through, no matches. He hasn't been reported missing, but he looks the type that wouldn't be missed and he's only been dead twelve hours."
"I matched the bullet Alex sent over, it was from the Desert Eagle."
"I guess we're at a stand still." Speed said.
"Looks that way." Calleigh had to agree. "We can't do anything until we get a name or a gun for me to match the bullets to and its owner."
"That leaves writing up our reports and leaving the case open pending further information."
"That's going to take a couple of hours. Good thing I have the day off tomorrow."
"Any plans?"
"Sleeping and finding an appropriate size club." Calleigh replied.
"Good luck with the club thing, I still don't fully understand it but it should be interesting to see H's face the day after."
"Why Timothy Speedle I have no idea what you mean." Calleigh teased her accent thicker.
"And I'm the Easter Bunny."
"I'd like a Godiva egg this year." Calleigh said. "I'll be in ballistics if you need me."
"See you later Cal."
Calleigh signed her name with a flourish on the bottom of both of her reports, the one from today and the one from the bus bomber case and made sure that the chain of custody information was correct before boxing up the bullets and taking them and handing them into evidence.
She took her reports and walked up the stairs to Horatio's office. She knocked on the door but there was no answer so she walked in and put the reports on the middle of the desk where he would see them. She grabbed a post it not and scribbled a quick message on it before sticking it on the front of the top report.
She closed the door behind her and started to walk down the stairs.
"Calleigh." Horatio said when she reached the bottom.
"Horatio." Calleigh smiled. "Umm... I left my reports on your desk since you weren't in your office."
"Thanks. How did your alley shooting turn out?"
"103 bullets logged from four guns, include an automatic machine gun and a Desert Eagle. But there is no match on the database and the victim is as of yet a John Doe. Tim and I have done all we can until we get some more information."
"Okay good work." He started up the stairs.
"Horatio." Calleigh said.
"Yes Cal?" He stopped and turned.
"We still need to talk."
"I know." Horatio agreed.
"Do you have plans after work tomorrow?" Calleigh asked.
"Not at the moment, why?"
"Do you want to come over for dinner? I have the day off and..."
"I'd like that."
"Okay, I'm going to go home now. Let me know if you're going to be late."
"Okay." Horatio agreed. "I'll see you tomorrow, have a good evening."
"You too." Calleigh sighed after she turned to walk to the locker room to get her things.
"Hey Cal." Eric said.
"Hey Eric. Have a good afternoon?" Calleigh asked.
"I almost go bitten by a gator, when we had to tow a car out of the water."
"Ouch."
"We should get hazard pay." Eric joked.
"You know you love it, the danger is an adrenaline rush." Calleigh said.
"True."
"So why did the car end up in the water?"
"Someone cut the break line; driver was lucky someone saw him go off the road and went in to help pull him out."
"Find out who?" Calleigh asked.
"That's the job for tomorrow."
"Have fun with that while I enjoy my day off."
"Day off, I think I remember that term."
"You had the whole of last weekend off."
"That was because my sister decided she was getting married and we had to spend the weekend talking her out of it."
"Why shouldn't your sister get married?" Calleigh questioned.
"The guy was 64." Eric said.
"Okay, I can see why you'd have a problem with that." Calleigh smiled.
"My mother almost had a heart attack when she found out."
"I'll bet. I'll see you on Friday." Calleigh closed her locker.
"Yeah Cal, enjoy your day off."
"I will."
TBC
