Tim stared at Valera, who was shooting him wary glances.
"Speed, I can't work with you like this."
"Valera, I want everything processed ASAP."
"Okay, leave and I'll be able to work. You're looking at me like you're ready to kill." she said. Tim sighed and gave her a pointed look. "Fine stay but please direct your attention somewhere else."
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Calleigh walked into DNA and stared oddly at the room's occupants. Tim was staring at the ceiling, his mouth moving silently every few seconds.
"Damn." he cursed. "One, two, three..."
"I'm done!" Valera said happily. "How many ceiling tiles Speed?"
"I lost count about ten times." he grumbled. "What do you got?"
Valera passed him a print out and Calleigh read it over his shoulder.
"The DNA we found under the vic's nails belongs to Allison Roufow." she said. Tim frowned. Where had he heard that name before? (For those of you that don't know. She's the flirty murderer from Grave Young Men and she tries playing Tim to stay out of jail. I looked her name up and I've switched the episode up a bit ;)
"Thanks Valera." he mumbled. Once they were outside, Tim's face got a dazed look on it.
"Tim?"
"Do you remember that case I had about a month before the conference? The girl suffocated her boyfriend with the pillow and the courts said my evidence was insufficient?"
"The one that was flirting with you?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah. I remember. She didn't go to jail did she?"
"No." Tim shook his head. "I got to find her."
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"Oh I remember seeing this house on the market. They must've just moved in." Calleigh said as Tim pulled the Hummer into a driveway of a large house.
"Yeah." he mumbled, both of them getting out of the car. They walked up the sidewalk to the front door and Tim rang the doorbell. The door opened and a little girl was standing there.
"Casey! How many times has Mommy told you not to open the doors to strangers?" a female voice called. Tim could hear footsteps coming from one of the back rooms of the home.
"She not home." Casey said.
"I know that but that doesn't mean you just open the door for anyone." A short blonde appeared next to her little sister. "Can I help you?"
"Uh... yeah. I'm Detective Speedle and this is Detective Duquesne. We're with the Miami-Dade Crime Lab. Are your parents home?"
"Well my mother isn't but my father is. Yeah come on in."
"Up, Abbie." Casey said, holding her arms up. Abbie picked Casey up and beckoned the couple into the house.
"Dad!" Abbie called.
"Abbie, don't shout." an older man scolded as he walked into the room. "How can I help you?"
"Sir, I'm Detective Tim Speedle with the Miami-Dade Crime Lab and this is Detective Calleigh Duquesne."
"I'm David Mackenzie. Crime lab?"
"Yes... there's been a murder and I need to ask you a few questions."
"Abbie..." David waved her off with his hand. Her green eyes protested and Calleigh opened her mouth to speak.
"We need to speak with your... father alone." she said. "I think it'd be best if you took your... sister and left the room... Abbie."
She nodded and walked away.
"So what is this about?" David asked. "Something hasn't happened to Allison has it?"
"No." Tim shook his head and set the file in his hand down on the coffee table. He slid it across to David. "Do you know him?"
"Yes. He's Jerry Peters. He's a friend of the family." he replied. "What happened to him?"
"His autopsy says that he was suffocated." Calleigh replied. "When was the last time you saw Jerry?"
"Uh... last night actually. We were at a banquet for our company. We're partners."
"Honey, I'm home! Abbie, come bring these packages in sweetie!" a new voice called throughout the house. The conversation paused as heels clicked as someone walked down the hall into the living room. "Dave... hello."
Tim looked up and met the cool gray eyes of Allison Roufow, well Mackenzie now.
"Allison, this is Detectives Speedle and Duquesne with the Miami-Dade Crime Lab." David said. "This is my wife, Allison."
"Pleasure." she smiled sweetly. "But I'm afraid I have no idea why you're here."
"Your friend Jerry Peters was murdered last night." Calleigh said.
"Jerry? Oh my God." Allison sunk onto the couch next to her husband. "How?"
"Asphyxiation." Tim replied. "Mrs. Mackenzie,"
"Allison." she interrupted, "Call me Allison."
"Allison, your DNA was found under Jerry's fingernails."
"Well I don't know how it got there." she said innocently.
"We're going to need to take you in for questioning." Calleigh said.
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"Tim, did you see her?" Calleigh asked, tears stinging her eyes. She crossed her arms over her chest as she and Tim watched Allison through the one-way window into the interrogation room.
"Yeah." he said quietly.
"How does she not realize? I mean, she's the only blonde/green-eyed person out of that whole family. And she was calling them Mom and Dad and..." Calleigh swiped at her eyes quickly. "They're not her parents. We are."
"Honey, I know just... we need to get through this interrogation and make sure Horatio does not find out because he'll kick us off the case. Okay?" Tim said, rubbing her back gently. Calleigh nodded and took a deep breath before she and Tim walked into the interrogation room. Tim flopped down into a chair across from Allison and Calleigh leaned against the wall.
"So what is this about?" Allison asked.
"Your husband said he last saw Jerry at the banquet, which I found out was held at The Hilton. Did you follow him up to his hotel room?" Tim asked.
"Tim, do you think I did?"
"Allison you got away with murder once. But not this time."
"So you do remember me."
"Yeah." Tim nodded. Calleigh glanced out the window and saw Abbie standing near the waiting area. She leaned down to Tim's ear.
"I'm gonna go for a walk. Can you finish up here?"
He nodded and Calleigh squeezed his shoulder lightly as she stood back up and walked out of the room. She walked up to Abbie, who smiled slightly when she saw her.
"Detective, I'm sorry to bug you." she apologized.
"No. No you're not." Calleigh assured. "Um... why are you here though?"
"Oh. Well... my dad is out in the car. Being a big CEO and everything he's paranoid about being photographed walking into a police station." Abbie rolled her eyes. "He asked if I could run in and see if my mother was done yet."
"Well Det. Speedle is still speaking with her. Why don't we go for a walk until they're finished?"
Abbie nodded and they started walking.
"Do you want something to drink?" Calleigh asked.
"Um... sure." Abbie nodded and Calleigh grabbed a cup from the water cooler and filled it halfway. "I... I really don't think she did it."
"I'm not going to say anything." Calleigh held the paper cup out to her and she gratefully took it. Abbie sipped the water slowly as they talked. "Do you know what happened last night?"
"Jerry went to the elevators and my mother did follow him. I went up there too. I was looking for my mother and she pulled me into the room. Jerry was sitting there having a good time. He asked me to hand him his PDA, which was on the night stand. Jerry asked me to have a drink. My mom was in the bathroom. I refused and he slapped me. Blood flew out of my mouth and I ran out of the room. That's all I know."
"Abbie, honey what are you doing here?" Allison sauntered over, Tim a few feet behind her.
"Dad sent me in to see if you were done yet. I was talking to Det. Duquesne." she replied.
"Well I'm done now. I suppose I'll be speaking with you later Detectives." Allison wrapped a hand around Abbie's arm, pulling her towards the door. Calleigh stared down at the cup in her hand.